“Maia, right? You're assigned to class 9.” The secretary of the principal of the Power Axis Pack informed me while typing something on her laptop.

She's a petite woman in her thirties. She's 5.4 feet tall, and she was dressed in a yellow suit and a skirt that fell below her knees. There was a large, rimmed glass on the bridge of her nose, and her black hair was packed in a messy bun.

I had just completed my test. Yeah, you read that right—test.

I never expected that I'd be taking a test before being assigned to school—silly me; I should've known that's how it goes.

Besides, Wyatt didn't...