Anime High School

Chapter 8

Chrysalis' POV

//July 29, 2017. Anime High, 12:00 PM//

Bright. Not much else to say about stepping out of the limo. Bright. The new meaning the sidewalk lacked was mainly about the fact that the school was super impressive and made concrete seem so 7th century, even though it clearly isn't that old.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned around. "ERIKA, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO--!!!!!"

I gasp when I see who it is. "Jittery, are we?!?"

I bit my tongue to keep from screaming. Phoenix. Wright. Wright. There. (See what I did there? XD)

Phoenix held his hands up defensively, and I gasp. "Sorry! My friend does that to me a lot, so I did that out of habit," I tell him sheepishly. I swear my cheeks turned the color of Juniper's when she talks about Apollo. Maybe brighter.

He fumbles with paper, and I realize something. He's wearing his coat open like in DD! There was a time warp!!

"Here," Phoenix told me, handing me a paper. I can't hide my confusion. I read through my schedule. LEGENDARY LAWYER FOR HOMEROOM AH!!!!!

"You're me homeroom teacher?" I ask.

He shrugs. "You have an interest in lawyering?"

I nod vigorously. "Yeah. My parents say I'm good at arguing things." Crud! My parents!

"Should I lead her to her room, Mr. Wright?"

HOLY DEAR APOLLO JUSTICE!!!

I think that part of me died right there. I'm floating around the after life with Mia Fey all hazy and bouncy. FOR CRYIN OUT LOUD POLLY IS RIGHT THERE!!!

I watch as Apollo stares at me. I turn away. How is it that I can always remain so calm, but inside I freak out?! Why did I turn away from my fictional crush?! Why am I asking questions?!

Apollo takes my hand. I stare at him, dumb founded. He smiles. "Right this way."

I nod in awe. He walks me to my room. I CANT BELIEVE I DIDNT TALK THAT WHOLE TIME IM AN IDIOT!!!

He opens the door with a goofy grin. I always loved that smile. "Here you are, Ms. Starr."

"Just call me Chrys...Polly." Why the heck did I do that?!? I missed a chance to say his name! UGH IM STILL AN IDIOT!!!

He nods. "Alright, Chrys. Here you are."

I couldn't even begin to gape at my room. It had gray walls and turquoise sheets on the wooden daybed. There was a sea green bookshelf next to a wooden desk with empty space for my laptop. A flat screen TV sat on a glass table.

I smile at Apollo. "Thanks." He flashes me a grin and walks off.

I can't really remember what happened after that. I bet I flopped onto my bed dreamily and fainted from how hawt Apollo Justice is.