However, almost half of the land has been used for centuries as an education hub. The other half is filled with some locals and a lot of pubs, shops, and entertainment parlors for the students.
Two large, regal universities occupy the north of Brighton. One is American and the other, where I study, is British. Admission into Royal Elite University—commonly known as REU—is as hard as securing an audience with the queen. Not only because of the fees that just the rich and their granddaddies can afford, but also because the educational system is tough.
The campus is divided into different universities with all important majors—such as arts, business, medicine, law, and human sciences. The education goes from bachelor degrees to PhDs.
Some students spend all their youth between the castle-like walls, studying until they collapse. But they still do it anyway.
Why?
Because those who graduate from here are granted a diploma that anyone in the world would immediately accept. The founders of Royal Elite University have picked the best professors, best councilors.
Best everything.
Except for maybe the location.
Because there’s that small detail I mentioned earlier. We share the north of Brighton Island with an infamous university.
The King’s U.
They’re founded by unknown money coming from the other side of the pond. Most students there are American and have a chip on their shoulders. Which is funny because they call us the snobby, posh rich kids.
They, however? They’re the dangerous kids.
The ones who walk with a chip on their shoulders and promise of crime on their faces.
Their university only has three main majors. Business, law, and medicine. That’s it. I think they used to have human sciences, but they closed it.
Cecily says it’s because they have no human bones in their bodies.
While REU is posh, sophisticated, and reeks of old aristocratic money, The King’s U is all about new money, sharp stares, and threatening auras.
We’re specifically told to stay away from them.
As far as possible.
And we do. But it almost always gets muddied in sports events.
But generally, there’s an invisible line between our two campuses. Between our posh English manners and their all-American ones.
It’s been like this for years. Way before my friends and I came along. In fact, there’s a high wall that separates their campus and dormitory from ours.
One that can’t be climbed or jumped over.
A wall that represents the deep hole between the two of us. Unless we have a competition with them, we don’t tread into each other’s waters.
Which is why I’m pulling on Cecily’s hand and promptly stopping her from barging into their campus.
We’ve barely just arrived and we’re currently near the metal gate. A golden lion holding a key sits at the top, under which is the name ‘Royal Elite University’ in sophisticated writing.
Even Ava, who’d usually be hugging her cello for dear life, has abandoned it and is holding on to Cecily’s other arm.
“Be reasonable, Ces. Just because you couldn’t find your notes, doesn’t mean one of The King’s U’s students took them. They don’t have access to our campus, remember?”
Cecily’s silver-dyed hair falls in disarray as she attempts to release herself from our hold. Her black shirt that saysHow About Nokind of translates her whole mood. “Their stupid football team logo was on my locker. It’s them. And I’m going to see this through to the end.”
“And go missing?” I sigh, feeling the tension rising to my head.
“Small price to pay to catch those pricks.”