That Royal Love Child

1.She Has A Journal

UNEDITED

                  

CHAPTER 1

"MAMÀ!" I yelled regretting walking out the door "Mom! Dammit... Mom! They're naked again!"

I heard my mother groaning from her office downstairs, I knew she was busy but for Christ sake can't those little bastard just learn to keep their clothes on for once?

"Don't touch me you little freak," I steered away from my eight year old brothers as I made my way around them to the staircase "For God's sake. You guys are eight."

"Shut up ugly," they said together in unison turning their attention back to their iPads, spoilt brats.

I sniffed and tried to ignore that.

"Mom?" I knocked at her closed door "Is dad in there?" I called in Portuguese, really didn't want to catch them making out again.

"No, he's still in bed," she called back in English with her heavy accent.

I opened the door only to meet my mother behind piles of books of different colour and sizes, I couldn't see her but I know she was already massaging her temples.

"Mo—

"Clara!" my dad's deep Dutch accent echoed through the house interrupting my complaint "Clara! Clara, they're naked again! Clara where are you? Why do they hate clothes so much?"

"He said it ma..." I trailed off as she started to groan loudly and got up, glaring at me before walking past me.

"I swear you guys are all the same," I heard her mutter in Portuguese "I bet your father isn't quite clothed as well. All four of you. I swear. I should hire a nanny. So..."

Her voice trailed off around the corner and my gaze travelled to a romance novel she was illustrating. I wonder if she ever gets tired of it. The books I mean, not us.

When I ran into the kitchen mom was still complaining about dealing with us. Typical first day of school, she may be complaining and nagging and swearing in Portuguese but on the inside she's a teenage girl when her O.T.P is about to admit how much they love each other and make out afterwards.

I would sit down and scroll through my Instagram feed whilst ignoring her ranting about me not eating but, I had to go! I over slept and I was late for morning training. So I just grabbed an apple and ran out of the kitchen when I heard the rabid honking.

"Ciaos mamà! Doei pa!"

•

"Fuck it's hot!" Lea—my theoretical best friend—muttered under her breath as we stepped into the suffocating heat. It's like they never put on the air conditioning or opened a window over the vacation.

"I know you guys are so thrilled to be back here and all but can you please be quiet so I can take the roll," Ms. Luiz our homeroom teacher shouted in a tired monotone—boy, someone's happy to see us.

"I think her boyfriend broke up with her again," Francesca snorted from her desk beside mine. Fran's a bitch but I had to agree with her there, Lu—that what we call Ms. Luiz—has been in that on again off again relationship since my freshman year started... or maybe longer. Who knows? Who cares? We're in our last semester of senior year and she's still in that mess of a relationship.

"Nice one Franny-pack," I snorted at her and she just rolled her eyes flipped her hair and ignored me.

I heard one of the Gorges snicker from behind me. A Gorge for crying out loud!

Just another day at Alistrial High.

"Ms. Baas!" Lu sneered sharply I rolled my eyes slowly before facing forward in my seat, her thin lips were set in a straight, tight line causing her face to crease a bit more at the corners of her narrowed icy blue eyes "Now, I have your timetables and since Julinha was so willing to interact with you all she'll be handing out your individual timetables now."

I narrowed my eyes at her and got up. I honestly thought she had it out for me because majority of the class—if not everyone—was talking! I looked across at Lea who was turned in the opposite direction talking to Jason—her... I don't even know what he is to her anymore to be honest, whatever—and sighed.

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                                                                                   Journal Entry:

3rd April,

English

Time table:

Monday

First period: English   (purple)

Second Period: Chemistry (blue)

Third period: Chemistry  (blue)

B     R     E    A   K 

Fourth period: Math (pink)

Fifth period: Math (pink)

L    U     N    C    H

Sixth period: Literature (orange)

Seventh period: Literature (orange)

Eight period:  Literature (orange)

So Ms. Song—my oh so gorgeous but oh so in need of a man English teacher—is making us do this stupid journal entry thingy 'to help aid our natural writing skills' which sucks, since I can't swear in it... okay, I just asked, she said it's okay to swear if it's how I feel. I don't know how to do this shit! OH MY GOD! I guess I should start by writing down how I feel and stuff.

I am honestly so flustered and irritated right now because of Lu. So today when I was sharing out the time tables this betch had the audacity to comment on my grades and I was like "Bitch what?" haha not really. What actually did happen was that she was going on about something and everyone was talking and shooting me pitiful looks as I handed them their papers and all I heard was "New student" and the bell rang and I got really excited because, it might be a he and that he might be a hot single he that I'll be showing a lot of stuff *wink* *wink* I mean the school, Ms. Song you perv! But he may turn out to be an unattractive creep like *insert past 'new students' names here*. Oh woe is me.

So, right now the class is noisy as hell because Ms. Song stepped out to take a smoke (don't worry Ms. Song, I got you! I won't tell) and told us to start our journal entries. Of course no one listened to her, and I'm not going to say what they're doing because lord knows Ms. Song can lose her job because of these sinful bastards.

Bell just rang, got to go! *casually reapplies lip balm in case I run into said 'new student'*