The Princess and the Jerk

There is nothing more beautiful, 

Than a person, 

whose heart is broken 

But still believes in love.

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Chapter 1.  

 Lea Fitz. 

I'd like to say that the name rolled off my tongue and that saying it was as natural as the green grass. But then i'd be lying. 

There was something off about the way it sounded. It just wasn't me. It sounded to common and normal.

Now, don't judge me. I am not a snob. But growing up in a palace full of people who can't even pronounce their own last names, really changes a person. 

Perhaps, it is just a case of getting to this new name. Perhaps it will be like learning mandarin. At first it feels as if you will never get used to it, but you end up being able to order a whole meal. Or maybe, I will just have to live with it. 

Yes, thats what I will have to do. Live with it.So here I am Lea Fitz, getting used to my new name. Yeah, wish me luck. 

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 I sighed as I looked at the building in front of me. This is what school is? It certainly didnt look the pictures i'd seen. 

I walked forward, sweat dripping down my forehead. What if someone figured out it's me? Or worse, exposed me in front everybody. Would they do that? i'd read about the evil things they do in High school in books.

The night I found out that I was moving here, I studied endlessly on high school. . Comparing the books to this, I started to doubt that the books were actually fiction and not at all the truth. 

Looking around, I didn't see any fights breaking out between the stereotypical bad boys or drama nerds carrying around scripts. In fact, it actually was completely the opposite. People were just being themselves and hanging out with friends. If only the people back home could see this. This could change everything. 

Suddenly, a bell rang above me; waking me up from my daydream. Looking up I saw a bunch of students huddling together and racing towards me. I shook my head, trying to wake myself up and urging my feet to move. But they stayed firmly rooted to the ground, not obeying the angry commands that my brain was sending them. I looked up at the rushing students who were pacing towards me quickly.

I willed my feet to move, and surprisingly they cooperated and moved. But being the clumsy person  that I am I stumbled over head first, right into the group of people. 

Pain shot through my leg. I looked down and saw a hint of red through my tights. Groaning I pulled my tights up to show the blood and was nearly sick. It was everywhere; I must have grazed it pretty hard. I reached into my backpack that lay onto the floor next to me, obviously knocked by the racing students that had pushed by. Feeling a plaster, I pulled it out and carefully placed it on the wound. 

Standing up, I gathered my backpack and slung it onto my back, like I had seen them do in movies. I re-adjusted my hair that was gathered into a high ponytail. Of course, it was only a wig, as my mother would never let me do something as disastrous as dying my hair red. Beneath the wig was long brunette hair, that wisped down to my waist. But, that was my signature hairstyle, and I would be easily spotted by lurking paparazzi. 

I brushed my navy skirt down, removing all the gravel that had placed itself there. I looked down at my shoes and sighed as I realised that the shoe laces had unravelled themselves.