After hours on the road, the convoy finally slowed as they approached their destination—Westward Academy.
At first glance, it looked like any other elite private school: towering gothic-style buildings, pristine courtyards, and a massive wrought-iron gate with the academy's crest embedded in the center. It had a reputation as one of the most prestigious schools in the country, where only the best of the best were admitted.
As the cars rolled to a stop at the entrance, Alfred and Aria's jaws practically hit the floor.
"Wait… this is the school?" Alfred blurted out, pressing against the car window.
Aria was equally stunned. "Westward Academy?! No wonder they never take just anyone… I always thought it was some impossible academic standard, but—"
"It's ability," Adam finished for her, now understanding the true reason behind the school's exclusivity.
