September had come too early this year, summer holidays had gone by very quickly and you barley remembered what you did. (If anything.)

It was coming into school term that you realised you had no idea what you were walking into at Rockhard High. It was going to be a strange place full with strange people, unknown halls and faces would surround you.

You simy shrugged it off and gathered your uniform, a black jacket with a white button up with a tint black skirt. The tie you chose was red since you could cheese between that or black and you felt like adding a but of colour would make the whole outfit pop!

Next came your hair, white and very long. You loved your hair, how its length went down your back and a few inches past your ass but you tended to wear it up high in a ponytail or a bun.

Today you decided to go for placing it in a ponytail, your red eyes watched you tie it up before moving away and grabbing your bag.

Time for school.

The gates to the school were large, towering and coldly metal with no rust to be seen on a single but of the hard material.

You shoes clicked amongst the floor, other students began arriving and you made your way to the receptionists desk where you had been told to go.

Once there you noticed the old woman who sat at the desk, bored and unbothered until you came along. She stared at you for a moment or two.

"Name." It wasn't an question, it was a demand.

"It's Rose Turner." You replied, awkwardly standing there as she looked you up and down whilst nodding.

"You look alright but how are you in a game?" She asked.

"A game?"

"Don't you know what school this is, girl?" The old woman scoffed as you shook your head. "Rockhard High is a prestigious school for the best gamblers of this damn country!"

"A school for gambling, then?" You pursued, you wanted to go home and at least learn a thing or two about gambling.

"Exactly, I suppose. Come with me."

The old lady stood and you followed her, she took you around many halls of the school before entering a dark room where a single light flickered on two students sat at a table.

They were playing a card game, one wqs sweating, swearing, crying and stressing whilst the other was completely calm and confident.

"This is a standard game, the one there," the lady pointed at the sweaty girl. "She will lose, you can tell by her facial expressions. That girl there is going to win because she shows a confidant expression. They are amatuers however so this is a stupid mistake for both of them."

You nodded, the game ended soon after and the winning girl laughed and took the money.

"If you lose a game you give away whatever you agreed on before you all played. Usually it's money, sex or personal belongings. It all depends who you are playing against."

"What about actual classes?" You asked.

"Ha, there are none. Now, lets see.." the old lady scratched her chin before approaching the girl who won the game. "Rose, this is Jessica. She'll show you how to survive here." And with that she was gone.

You look to Jessica who gives you a kind smile.

"Follow me." She winked.