The Soot Princess [Hiatus]

27-Walk Through

Dean

We walked through the grounds outside after we got our schedules. There was a cool track, nice fields, two swimming pools, a bunch of tennis courts.

Heck, there were even a hockey rink. The palace doesn't have a hockey rink or a track. I'm going to have to talk Dad and Mom into getting us the ice rink! It would make a nice Christmas present.

"Now all of this is open to the public until, school starts. I suggest you get some use out of it," the guide said before bring us inside to see classrooms and such. "We can start with walking everyone through their schedules."

There were a couple of people our own age, both girls and boys. We were each paired up with one of the other students.

"Hello, your highness, I am John, a senior here and am pleased to meet you. I will be you guide."

"I'm..."

"I know who you are, Prince Charles. May I see your schedule?"

I hand over the slightly crumbled piece of paper from my pocket and correct him. "Could you please call me Prince Dean?" I asked. Maybe I should have left off the prince part, too, but the title is me.

"Sure! First, we will go to your home-room, which is where you go in the morning. I suggest you be on good term with that class especially," he said and led me to the classroom.

We went up a flight of stairs and through some hallways. I entered classroom 231. It was just a bunch of desks in rows, I counted fifteen.

"What exactly is home-room? What do you do?" I asked.

"It's a place where you'll go in the mornings to take attendance and any time there is a special event or info to be given to you, your home-room teacher will take care of it. The teacher will also serve as your mentor and a guidance councilor," John explained. "This year we have the same home-room. You'll love him! Mr. Brunswick is awesome! Last year we were so close to going out of the country on a field trip, though you've probably been to foreign countries before."

"We can move on now," I say exasperated. I'm not used to having people ramble on about stuff that I don't care and have never heard about. I see another group walk in the door.

"This is where you'll check-in every morning and maybe quickly finish a forgotten assignment," the other guide says.
"Hopefully it never comes to that," she says, wait! That's Evan! We have a class together or sort of. "We can go now. I have seen a classroom. I'm not one of those royal pricks."

My guide leads me out, before I finish eavesdropping on the other group. I can't believed she talked about me like I wasn't there! I could have her swinging on a rope! ...and was she flirting?

We walk to the classroom next door. "The is your second period, math," John tells me.

The teacher gets up from behind her desk, walks over, and shakes my hand, "Hello, it will be an honor teaching you this year. My name is Mrs. Young."

"He should be in your second period geometry class," John tells her.

"Please look around, your highness, ask questions! There are no stupid questions."

"What exactly will we do in geometry?" I inquire.

"We will learn proofs, types of angles, vocab... We may pair up with a carpentry class and do some practical geometry..."

"That was so much fun! We made some wood building blocks for local children," he told me. "Are you planning on doing it again this year?"

"Alas, we have not found anywhere that will accept the gifts. It may not happen," she said sadly.

I speak up and say, "I may know a place or two."

"Oh! Would you be such a sweetheart and look in to it for me? I would hate to see us not be able to make the blocks this year."

"Sure thing," I respond. I really got suckered in to this one.

We walk through the school and visit my other classes we pass some other groups in the hall. Mason had his arm around his guide, a brainy girl, and winked at me. Geez, we've been at school, what an hour, and already he has a girl? I'm tempted to stick my tongue out, but the opportunity quickly passes and I think better of it, anyway.

I arrive at my last period class and find it to be home ec. I peak inside the classroom and find large tables in the room. I'm told I can go in and so, I do. Next door, I see is the kitchen. I look around and I find it isn't anything spectacular, not nearly as large as the palace's.

John tells me everyone is meeting in the cafeteria and we head back to the main level. He jabbers ceaselessly on the way there. I can not express how much this annoyed me.

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