ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ [ᴅɪᴇɢᴏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴇᴇᴠᴇꜱ]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚘

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Y/n stood outside the Academy, bag in her hands, all the memories flooding back. Her Parents dying. Five missing. Ben dying. Diego. . .

The only people she still spoke to was Klaus, her best friend, but he was in rehab so she hadn't spoken to his as much as she wanted to recently. She tried to keep in touch with the others but they ended up doing their own thing.

She walked through the doors of the Academy and looked around. Everything was the same. Nothing changed. Y/n remembered the times when her and the Academy had their training. When they got to do their own thing for half an hour, which she usually hung out with Klaus, Diego or Ben.

Y/n went up to her old room. Nothing had changed there either. Her walls were still as mint green as she remembered, the fairy lights that drooped from her roof untouched, along with the fake vines, the plants she had around were still as green as ever, Grace probably kept them alive for all those years, and all the photos and posters on her wall were still there. Even though her room may have been the typical, teenage girls room, she still liked it. It was cozy.

Y/n took a deep breath, her room still smelling of vanilla, that hasn't changed since she was little. Her room always smelt of vanilla, due to her perfume she wore.

"Wow, I smelt good." She complimented herself as she put her bag down.

Y/n was only going to stay there until the funeral was over, hoping to get home to see her dog.

She looked in her wardrobe and seen the uniform she used to wear. Y/n examined them and seen how small the clothes wear compared to her clothes now. She hated her uniform, it was horrifying.

Y/n wondered around, looking at her CD's and records on the shelfs. Her room also had bookshelves, a full body mirror, a dresser and a wardrobe. She examined the photos on her walls aswell, mostly seeing celebrities that she ripped out of magazines.

Y/n noticed a box full of her old belongings that Grace must have kept. She pulled it out, wiping the growing dust off of it. Y/n rummaged through the box and seen some old teddy bears and books. Y/n also noticed a camera, she smiled and picked it up, underneath that there was a stack of pictures she had taken when they weren't training. The stack was held together by an old rubber band, which she took off. Y/n looked at them all and there was alot of them with her and Klaus, there was also alot with Diego and the rest had everyone in it, even Vanya.

Y/n wasn't the closest with Vanya, but she was a sweet girl and tried to include her. Y/n often tried to cheer her up but Vanya refused and, no offense to Vanya, made alot of things about herself when they were little. Y/n was just hoping Vanya had changed and matured a bit since then.

Nevertheless, she still tried to treat Vanya the same as everyone else.

She looked at a photo that Allison took of her and Five, they weren't expecting her to take the photo, so it was them reading in the livingroom together. Her and Five were always the smarter ones of the Academy, and they knew it. They often made fun of everyone else for it, not in a mean way, just in a banter type of way. They took pride in it aswell.

Y/n then looked at a certain photo, it was of everyone. One that Grace took for her when everyone was around 13, a few weeks before Five disappeared. Luther and Allison were stood together, holding hands, their faces close as they held cheesy smiles. Diego had Y/n on his back as Klaus and Ben sat below him, pulling silly faces. Then Five and Vanya stood together next to them, Five's hands in his pockets with a smug smirk on his face and Vanya's hands clapsed together infront of her, with a slight smile. Y/n turned it around, remembering the writing on the back.