Royalty

Prologue

Finn's Pov
  What do u make of people's opinions?I always wondered if what some people said was true about someone or something was generally in everyone's perspective or it's biased to only that one person's own insight.
  Come to think about it people mostly base their opinions on the surface level of what they are judging. Whether someone says 'he is a dirty individual.' by only looking at how another person appears on one occasion or how they acted previously. I would tell them to revise their opinion a little more.
  Why do u ask?
  Simply because of this being observed once.In this world we strongly believe in evidence behind most of our actions like when you are being interrogated by the police. Alibis,contact information,call history,texts and even social media from that point judge you based off it's strength whether the evidence you give them is enough to incriminate you in whatever investigation they are holding.
Evidence supports information that leads to someone's opinion leaving individuals to state  them freely with no one surely going to doubt them. So when someone says,
"He is a dirty individual," They can add, "because he often dresses in stained clothing with a stomach wretching stench."
I can't overlook use of evidence based opinions because anything less than that is an assumption, a gut feeling or nothing more than conviction in an invalid  statement that you idolise. That is an irrational way of  thinking.
I stepped off the bus that left me infront of the large metallic gates of my new school. My hands reached for the curled steel bars painted in a glossy black trimmed with gold. At the top were the bold letters of the school's initials IBA forming a lump in my throat that I struggled to swallow.
"The Imperial British Academy…." I said after a breath of the chilly Manchester air that blew against the brown skin of my face. In deeper my hands into my pockets calming their shaking for a moment before I took my belongings pasted the get leaving the outside world in the breeze that blew in a similar direction.
The school, a government project which  plans to nurture  the next generation to become leaders and effective members of society, going through with their vision of what is needed to prepare their students for the world after education.This institution was built to see results gathered from the previous graduates claiming it the best high school in Europe featuring a 90% chance of employment in any field a student wishes.
Is it really what it's hyped up to be? The thought ran through my mind during walk along the pathway of the school campus. Along the way, my eyes shifted from the well kept hedges to the tall green trees to the beautiful architecture the campus held so far. Amazing to think that is all put together in a few years since I only got to know of its existence months ago.
  Walking for nearly thirty minutes I found myself at the boys apartments. The building itself was the size of my former school's main block and it's interior took inspiration from hotels in Kensington. Nothing less than luxury and class.
"Good morning madam." I greeted to the receptionist who met me with a warm smile in the lobby. "I wanted to leave my luggage here for the sometime seeing that I am late for the reporting day." I spoke with a fruity tone which earned a giggle.
"I will look after your luggage whilst study," She returned in a softer manner , " but you must hurry to class since it will starting soon." she warned. " Who do I label them for?" Her question hang in the air as I walked out of the lobby. "Excuse me…" Her words went into the wind as I rushed to the main block in a hurried pace.
The school block was huge. Doubling the size of a football field I stared in awe with eyes fixed to U shaped building.
Remember you are going to be late. My thoughts spoke to my best interests as I entered walking straight into the reception.  Inside I sat in the queue of students waiting for the secretary. The long line left me seated for 20mins where I seized the opportunity presented to play Temple run to pass the time.
"Do you mind sorting out your business with the secretary? You're holding up the line!" My fingers slipped from the screen making the phone leap an inch into the air before I caught it with butter fingers. My heart skipped a beat with thought of my phone smashing onto the floor.
All music would be gone. I shuddered at the thought placing hand my chest to calm my myself down. After a sigh I would face the source of the shook of my life being met with a glare that could make hell freeze over. A female student stood with her hands on her hips wearing a scowl on her face. Her wavy black hair stood out amongst her features with her tanned skin and hazel eyes following suit. I was stunned by her looks for a second before realising I was staring.
"Sorry, I did not notice." I uttered shifting my eyes to queue behind her before averting my gaze back to her. She pinched the bridge of her nose and shut her eyes tightly as I quickly moved into the secretary's office to avoid the impending confrontation that hang over her head like a dark cloud. I went through the necessary procedures of a new student with the secretary  before handing me my clearances, student ID and schedule to be presented to my new homeroom teacher.
"CLASS 2-C" the clearance  read as I took my leave from her office. I walked passed the student from before who still wore a scowl on her face even after I had finished with secretary. Maybe she isn't in a good mood? I thought continuing to class.
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