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Freen Sarocha had to hide in a private school to save her kingdom. While doing so she meets Rebecca Armstrong who she will either find annoying or learn to love.
let's dig into the story to find out!
*NOTE: THIS STORY ISN'T MINE I JUST CONVERT...
We entered the big gate of the private school. I was now enrolled at Rangsit High as a senior. New identity, new environment, new subject, what could go wrong?
"Please remember what we've practiced the other day Freen," Nitin reminded and I told him not to worry. As a princess profanities were the last thing I would ever do although I have spoken a word in my mind it was just not right coming out from my tongue.
As my father used to say. "Such words should not be coming out from the mouth of a princess."
*A/N: guys imagine Freen the hottest you ever can! I mean i don't wanna see her cut her hair short because she is fine asf with her long black hair!
But still if the story says just imagine her anyway you want her to be. I respect her a lot and none of this is connected to her real self!!!*
We head out to the principal's office and students were eyeing me up and down although I was used to it. I was taller than most girls which was a good thing.
The door opened to the office and we headed in, welcomed by the smell of coffee and other stuff I was not familiar with.
"Welcome to Rangsit High Mr. Anuntrakul," the lady shook Nitin's and my hand firmly and I hesitated a bit but did it anyway. Unsanitary.
"Thank you so much. This is my son Freen," Nitin tapped my shoulder and I tried not to shrug, all those practice was not going down the drain today.
Is the touching really necessary though.
"You look good in our uniform Freen," the lady smiled and I thanked her politely.
"Such a polite young man you are. Here is your timetable, do you need someone to show you around?"
"Not necessary ma'am," I replied.
After saying a few words we left her office and I followed Nitin to the parking lot.
"Good luck Freen," he said and I know he was battling not to call me by my title.
"Thank you Nitin, see you later."
"Wait," he stopped as I was about to walk away. "Let me take a picture of you."
Before I could protest he snapped the camera but I looked away.
*Something like this*
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