❝ And if he says you're the one,
that's when you run. ❞
━ In which the most popular girl
and the school's clown just
couldn't fit in one sentence.
𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘏 𝘚𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘓 𝘈𝘜¡
A TRAGIC PLOT WI...
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PROLOGUE
She bit the end of her nails, anxiously waiting for chauffeur to pick her up. Seeing her other classmates gets picked up by their parents, she feels envy devouring her within. The truth is, her parents never actually have the effort to take her home, but her private driver. She frowned while looking at those smile on their faces, feeling the clenching pain inside her little heart.
What are they excited about? She want to feel that, too.
The little girl never understood why her name sounds like an english name. She's no half-blood. Her full-blooded parents are one of the top wealthiest company in their city. To be honest, her mother was just simply addiction to the england monarchy. Her mother would incessantly talked about it more than spending time with the daughter she named upon it.
Christella would constantly put her little foot on one to another every now and then, as a yawn escapes her lip; wearing her usual pouty lips. Her driver has not yet to arrive exactly like how he would always to. She wondered why he wasn't on time, today.
As she was dangling up on words inside her head like a little web, a sound emitted from behind made her ears perks up. Christella swifts her head around to see where it came from.
And from the sound of it, she guessed it came from the same voice of little humans like her.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" A little voice shouted, tone becoming furious with hint of despair.
"I saw you put it inside your pockets, give it back!" Another voice cried out, deeply upset.
Christella walked back inside the hall just to find two boys pushing each other back, bantering back and forth. The fear evident on the little lad's face while his back was being pushed on the wall, with the other little boy, who's clearly upset and crying with a snot dripping from his nose.
"I told you I didn't know who took it!" A defensive voice from the boy which the other one responded with a glare, eyes undoubtedly accusingly burning holes on him.
"My eyes never lied, I clearly saw your stealthy hands." The accuser boy gritted through his teeth, pushing him further onto the wall as a grunt escapes the other boy. Their bags was scattered on the floor as they fought on a deserted hall with no teachers nearby.
"Aren't the both of you going home?" A feminine voice cuts them off, the two then both look at her direction.
The boy with a button nose and an angry bear face, tanned skinned boy, spoke. "Who are you?"
"Who are you? Aren't you supposed to go home and spend time with your stupid game consoles instead of harassing your classmate?" Christella took strides as she stepped in between the two, pulling his hold from the terrified boy. She asked if he's okay which he returns with a grateful smile.
