I saw when we finally arrived. As we approached the g

elegant, a perfect blend of old-world architecture and modern design. Ev

humming under us as we entered a world th

ty guard stepped forward. "What's y

polite smile. "This is my son, Peter. He

bus. "Ah, that explains the bus," he muttered

for hidden contraband. It was humiliating. Other cars-sleek, luxury models-were being

but to my surprise, he was smiling calmly, l

to be treated like

I'm sorry, but you can't

blem," I protested, pointing to a line of flashy vehi

ose cars," the guard replied cold

. "That's not fair. A vehicle is a vehicl

said sharply.

"I understand, sir. We just need to help my son settle into

guard nodded reluctant

nted to speak up, and I respect that. But there's a right w

to stand up for m

n picking a fight. In a place like this, being smart about

with the wrong people, t

ords. He was right. There

htaking. Every corner looked like something out of a movie-wide courtyards, artisti

utiful. To

f glass, stone, and ambition. Students in designer clothes wal

ll at every turn, and the buildings looked like royal palaces. The students were clearly from mone

iew as I was. So much so that he didn't notice the brig

led, snapping him out o

that echoed across the courtyard. Tires squealed against the pavement, drawing startled glances from e

pology and reversed the bus, easing it away from the exotic car. All eyes wer

haled. "That

carried herself made it obvious-she was used to power and attention. Designer sunglasses pus

scratched my car. You should thank your stars, Do you even realize

humiliation. First the security guard, n

s voice respectful. But she just rolled her

that rude," I muttered

matters is that we didn't hi

er, her heels click

he way they looked at us

nes. Ferraris. Bentleys. A Rolls-Royce. And then, our modest bus, standing out

staring

find the Dean's office and get you settled. L