The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 13

Madelyn was dressed in her high school uniform, not the conventional baggy attire of most schools, but rather, a sophisticated, British-styled, black ensemble that screamed of authority. Even the shoes and backpack were not mere standard issue, but instead made of exclusive material to distinguish them from the common ones. Across the street from her prestigious Ventrocloud High School, was the public, but equally respected, Ventropolis High School. The students of Ventropolis were intellectual elites, the future leaders of the nation, whereas those at Ventrocloud often relied on family wealth and status. Two schools, two different social strata, and years of mutual disdain and rivalry.

In the sea of sleek black cars, Madelyn caught sight of a familiar Audi among the many vehicles. As it drew closer, it halted in front of Ventropolis High School. It was indeed Zach’s car, and out stepped Zach himself, along with Jadie.

‘Could it be that Zach is dropping Jadie off at Ventropolis?’ Madelyn wondered.

Zach felt a gaze on him, and following his instinct, he turned around. His eyes met with the cool, poised figure of Madelyn, draped in her black school attire and donning a short skirt, a ponytail swinging behind her. Madelyn, not expecting him to turn around, managed a curt nod and a faint smile as a greeting.

“Madelyn!”

with pigtails and black knee socks, dashed

you’re finally back. Heard you were sick. Are you

director of the Department of Education. Both of them shared the same class, and in the circle of Ventrocloud High School, her

better,”

today? And, you seem so serene, not like before. You used to be so hostile. It’s like you’re a different person

costing her an hour each morning, time she could

need to snap

been volatile. She had often been irritable, preferring solitude over company. She had not liked making friends, and in their eyes, Madelyn was an oddball, a loner. Only Serena had consistently tried to converse with her, but Madelyn had usually ignored her due to

quickly raised her hands defensively. “No, no, not at all! I think you’re nice this way. And… you look really

on blood and crime within Ventropolis. Everyone who knew about the Jents was aware of their past, their ascend to power being far from noble. Only after significant legal repercussions did they choose a less conspicuous path. Her grandfather was

silhouette, before pulling back his gaze and glancing at his wristwatch. “We

the ordinary blue and white uniform, her long hair pulled back, but on her, the outfit

I can get off work early, I’ll text you and pick

home. The stop is right at the school gates, very convenient. I know you’re busy,

right?” His voice was low and sincere. They were family, ready to give

lips curving into a