shifting to royalty part 1

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I have dark brown hair with tints of gold, my eyes are a bright vibrant and i have got a slight tan. Most people are mean to me because of my eyes and my secret, but I think there just jealous. the only person who knows my secret is the school slut.

I rush into school just hopeing that the bell wont ring and i wont be late. But, of course nothing goes my way and the bell rings! might as well run now. I walk into the classroom and as soon as i step in someone just has to chuck something at me, I picked up the crumbled paper and read it.

'Why Dont You Just Die Like Your Parents?'

I hate my life. My mum and dad passed away when I was young, but I think they just left because they are disgusted by me. to be honest though I couldn't care less 'cause when they "died" I got a letter telling me there my fake parents and that I'm high ranked, I learnt what that meant when i was 15 3/4 ( you will find the secret out soon *evil smirk*)

I sat down at my seat alone in the far back corner, alone, by myself. 

Then suddenly the door was kicked open, making me jump up and fall to the floor on my butt, Damn, I think i broke my butt, if that's even possible? 

The door was kicked open by the new person you could tell he was bad-ass, I glared at the back of his head for making me fall. He had dark black hair along with Violet eyes. He wore a simple purple v-neck top with jeans.

The teacher spoke but not even bothering to ask if i was okay. The only reaction i got was laughs. joy!

oh yeah laugh at me, the odd one out in this school, the girl who's on an epic adventure! hahaha, no.

"ah, hello Mr Carter" teacher watcha-hickey says.

"Hi" he simply replies.

"You can sit next to Miss Clove" He points towards me.

the dude turns round and well he was fit. his hair bed messy, full lips, strong jaw line, high cheek bones and dude were his eyes beutiful.

"mate" a voice whispers inside me, Oh so now you talk!

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