The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Arabela’s eyes fickered with a hint of amusement as she replied, “The security guard just took my acceptance letter he front gate. He said he was bringing it to the guidance counselor’s office to check the details. Didn’t you get it,

Morgan furrowed his brow. “No, I’ve been in the office all morning and haven’t seen any guard come by. But why on earth would you hand over something as important as your transfer notice to a security guard?”

Mobela’s Matures darkened slightly, recalling how the guard by the gates had a strange look in his eyes when he

w her letter. She hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now it seemed like he had been walling for her, poised to snatch her nothication away.

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Aber a brief pause, Mirabella asked point–blank, “What happens if I don’t have the acceptance letter?”

“Wout that letter, you can’t enroll at Parkside High School. If you don’t have It, I’m afraid you’ll have to look for another school Morgan replied, stating the school’s policy.

Not even if the school has a record of it?”

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Aright then, I get it” Mirabella said, and without another word, she turned on her heel and left.

Morgan watched her quick departure, momentarily stunned. By the time he gathered his thoughts, she was already out the door. His mouth opened as if to speak, but no words came out. ‘Students too proud for their own good,” he thought.

The school is better off without them.”

Minutes later. Anthony burst into the room, “Morgan, did a girl named Mirabella come in to report today?” He paused, men added. “She’s a senior transfer student.”

Seeing the urgency in the principal’s demeanor, Morgan didn’t conceal the truth. “She did come, but she just left.”

Anthony relaxed slightly, assuming she had already been directed to her classroom. “As long as she’s reported in, thats fine. Ive got other things to handle, so I’ll be off.”

Confused by Anthony’s hasty entrance and exit. Morgan caught the tail end of his assumption and quickly corrected him. “No. Sir, Mirabella did come but left because she didn’t have her acceptance letter.”

At this. Anthony wheeled around. “What did you say? She left? How could you let her go?”

Morgan, unsure why Anthony was so concerned about a transfer student, hesitated but recounted the earlier conversation, including the incident with the security guard. Anthony stamped his foot, frustrated, “Morgan, sometimes you’re too by–the–book. Do you have any idea who she is to the principal… Never mind. I need to go find her.”

As Morgan watched Anthony rush off again, the unfinished sentence echoed in his ears.

What relation did she have to the principal? Was she a relative, perhaps? Was this so–called transfer student, not a top scorer but rather the principal’s kin?

The more Morgan thought about it, the more convinced he became that he was right–no wonder the girl was so haughty and Anthony so anxious.

Morgan’s opinion of Mirabella plummeted. He despised these backdoor enrollees!

Leaving the guidance counselor’s office, Mirabella didn’t bother heading to the school entrance to confront the security guard. He had deliberately taken her transfer letter. Even if she had found him now, the document might’ve already been destroyed, and he could have denied everything, leaving her with no recourse.

Hence, Mirabella decided to head straight to the principal’s office.