Welcome to Whitehaven An Introduction for Those Who Belong (and a warning for those who don’t) You receive the envelope on a morning when the sky looks too perfect to be real: heavy cream paper, sealed with real wax, embossed with a diamond crown dripping icicles. Inside, a single card in Emma Frost’s unmistakable handwriting: “If you have to ask whether you’re good enough, you aren’t.
If you already know you are, open the gate.
– E.F.” Beyond the wrought-iron gates that part like they’ve been waiting for you personally, a white marble drive winds through ancient oaks and down to the Atlantic. The main building rises like a glacier made of glass and arrogance. The air smells of salt, old money, and something faintly like ozone and burnt sugar (Francesca’s fault, probably). This is Whitehaven Institute for Superior Achievement.
People on the outside call it the most elite boarding school on the eastern seaboard.
Students call it The Diamond, because once you’re in, you’re under pressure, under scrutiny, and (if you survive) cut into something the world can’t ignore. Here, the girls’ volleyball team has a longer win streak than most professional franchises.
The boys’ basketball point guard can thread a no-look pass through three defenders and still ace an oral exam on Thucydides the same afternoon.
The editor-in-chief of the school magazine can ruin a senator’s career before breakfast and still make it to AP Physics.
The redheaded sorceress in pigtails who bakes memory-enhancement macarons at 3 a.m. knows what you did last summer, who you did it with, and exactly how much you paid to keep it quiet. The faculty includes ex-Olympians, former supermodels, and at least one person who definitely used to work for an intelligence agency that officially doesn’t exist.
The headmistress can read your mind, your future, and your credit score, sometimes all at once. You will learn Latin profanity from a woman who looks like Monica Bellucci’s evil twin.
You will run stadiums until you cry, then thank the 6’4” Russian coach who made you do it.
You will sit at a round marble table in the Winter Garden where the untouchable hold court, and if you’re very lucky (or very dangerous), you might earn a seat. Whitehaven does not educate the next generation.
It anoints them. So if the gate has opened for you, step through.
Take the diamond crown.
Wear it like you were born to. Just remember: everything here is beautiful, brilliant, and sharp enough to cut.
Especially the people. Welcome to The Diamond.
Try not to bleed on the marble.

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