SERAPHINA.

SERAPHINA'S POINT OF VIEW. The private jet hummed softly beneath my red bottom heels, a constant reminder of why I was heading this way. I sat cross-legged on the leather seat, looked out the tinted window, and stared at my reflection as the clouds moved past. I looked just as I was trained to be: perfectly composed and untouchable. The crest of the uniform, neatly folded in my open luggage, stared me in the face, acting like some weight as I fought the urge to shred the damn thing to pieces. Ravenscroft High. The den of snakes and vipers I was about to enter, slightly willingly. I had a duty to fulfill, and my father already decided it was time. I smoothed my palms over my silk skirt as I relaxed in my seat. My pulse spiked, betraying my calm facade. I wasn't supposed to be nervous; I never got nervous. My father trained me and my brother to always be calm and confident, even when the odds are turned against us. But for some reason, I was nervous today. The idea of acting, like I