Hidden Royalties

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EVERY LITTLE GIRL plays with royals at playtime. They would have tea parties with their pretend tea and fancy biscuits, wear pretty dresses and sit on a chair all day waiting for their prince. I shouldn't forget about the horses they would use instead of cars. How great would it be to be a princess?

"Marcella Martin," the teacher read as her eyes scanned the room looking for a blonde nobody towards the back of the room.

"Present," I replied, raising my hand. She nods in response then resumes reading off her pristinely kept tablet.

I watched a leaf fall from a tree outside. The array of oranges and reds bring a sort of comfort. How beautiful is the season of autumn? Cooler weather, changing colours, the questionable stench of the freshmen begin school. I pick up my pencil and doodle around the school logo imprinted at the top of the plain piece of paper. What kind of school has their logo printed on just plain paper you may ask? The most prestigious private school perched in Sweden of course.

Petunia Academy is just like your regular private school. Ridiculous fees and posh uniforms yet Petunia doesn't hold back on its budgets. Not only is it the most expensive school globally, but its exclusivity also hosts many of the world's smartest and as well as stupidest teens. The education at the establishment prepares the world's greatest doctors, surgeons, engineers as well known fashion designers, athletes and actors. Although the school is extremely highly regarded as a top tier education facility, celebrities don't miss the opportunity to send their children off to learn at a school where it's just a status symbol to graduate from. Well, that and so their children are protected from the public.

I glanced over to the clock on the wall reading 9:09 AM. Fifty one more minutes to go before this stupid career class finishes.

"Penelope Lang," the teacher called. A girl in the front of the class whipped her head around to give a smile towards the teacher. I watched as she turned back to have a conversation with her friend rolling her eyes. She briefly makes eye contact with me then laughs at her friend who looked nervously.

Penelope was nothing but judgmental to all those around her that didn't agree with her opinionated self and even then her 'friends' cowered in fear if they dare refuse to hang out with her. Her big head of hers comes from being the daughter of the famous luxury fashion designer in Paris, Pia Lang. My wardrobe back home probably has a few of her exclusive tote bags. She would always go out to big events and then come back boasting about it to everyone else, trying to prove that she was somehow better than them. Out of all the kids here with celebrity parentage, she's one of the ones who uses it as a personality trait.

Just behind her were the two most desirable guys in the senior class, Peter Corbin and Elias Matthews. Petunia's star athletes in multiple sports with academic records gleaming with accolades. It was a constant competition with those two but Peter seemed to be the outstanding competitor. They preoccupied themselves by showing each other videos and laughing to themselves with the teacher occasionally asking both of them to lower their volume.

I observed Peter laugh silently at Elias as he ran his fingers through his golden locks. It was almost like a spotlight followed him wherever he went. He had everything going for him. Impressively fit, a social butterfly and especially good looking. His chocolate brown eyes wooed all the girls as well as the sports article reporters writing about his athletic achievements. How could you blame him? His charming aura caught anyone in his sight.

"Oh my god, Marcella!" Alice who was beside me squealed quietly while looking at an article on her phone. "Mina Jeong's cover for Teen Vogue released today. She looks amazing holy shit," she continued to fangirl.

Alice was the heir to her father's international business empire, Chen Incorporated. Not only was her dad featured in the Forbes list, but her mother was also highly respected in the editorial fashion scene. The German fashion icon Ursula Muller was a household name for many, even after her untimely death. Alice herself could compare to Penelope's popularity and status. However, because she chooses to befriend a 'scholarshit loser', in the words of Penelope, her popularity is less credible. I'm grateful for her though.