The Mystical Prince And The Pauper

Chapter 1

Emira's POV

"You'll be fine, Hon. Just take a couple of deep breaths." Mom softly coaxed.

Taking a deep breath in, I felt my lungs starting to burn in suffocation before I let it out. My chest and lungs instantly felt relief, also making my nerves calm down at least for the moment.

A boy about my age, wearing the same uniform as every other boy I've seen so far from the school, except his consisted of a black blazer instead of the royal blue of the school, walked in our direction. He stopped in front of Mom and I with a small, polite smile.

"Hello, I'm Xavier. I was sent to come and take Emira Evans to class." He politely explained.

"Okay, thanks." I smiled appreciatively, before turning to my mom, my heart beating at such a fast rate as my hands became sweaty.

"It's alright, my Love." She reassured, leaning over to press a gentle kiss onto my cheek," You'll have a fantastic day, I know it."

I shakily smiled and gave her a nod," Thanks for the encouragement, Mom. I guess I better go before I'm late."

With that, I got up on shaky legs with my school bag tightly clutched in my sweaty palm.

"Have a good day, Mrs Evans." Smiled Xavier before leaving the foyer with me at his heels.

The school was so huge that I forgot about my anxiety for a second as I admired it. Its history went a long way, but the infrastructure said otherwise. It was clearly well maintained.

We passed many excited students. Others were hugging their friends and chirping away about their December holidays. Lucky them, my friends are all the way back in Lakewood. I will admit that we weren't exactly that close but they were still my friends. I have no one here.

"We're here, Emira." Came Xavier's polite voice, bringing me out of my thoughts. My feet have basically been aimlessly following him as my mind travelled through Emira land.

I was greeted by an open door where silenced chatter came from. There were still a couple of students standing in barely maintained lines as they chatted while waiting for their homeroom teachers to come and open the classroom doors for them loitering around us.

"Thank you." I smiled, but I could feel that my lips were loopy and that my smile would fall at any moment from the nerves.

"It's alright. You are always free to find me if you need anything, or any black blazer actually." He lightly chuckled," Well, I'll be leaving now unless you want me to walk you in?" He offered.

I lightly shook my head," No, it's okay. That won't be necessary. Thank you for offering though."

He smiled at me with a nod before turning around to leave," Have a good day and take care." And he was gone.

My eyes stared in the direction that he took off in for a few seconds before I collected myself and faced my classroom. I took a deep and shaky breath before raising my hand and bawling it into a fist before gently knocking against the already open door.

Multiple eyes simultaneously turned in my direction, making me feel more uncomfortable than I already was. I almost stopped breathing as I awkwardly shuffled in my spot.

"Yes?" The teacher kindly smiled at me.

"Hello, I'm Emira Evans. I think this is supposed to be my homeroom class." I quietly explained to the middle-aged man.

"Oh, Miss Emira. Welcome. Please come in, Dear." He softly coaxed with a soft, encouraging smile that thankfully helped to calm my nerves. I obediently followed his instructions and shuffled to his side without turning towards the curious eyes of my new classmates. I managed to awkwardly make it to his side even with the, piercing eyes of my fellow classmates piercing through my being." Students, this is Emira Evans. Please treat her well and make her feel welcome." His voice boomed throughout the classroom, silencing all conversations." Miss Emira."