Three Days To Love You

Chapter 1

Paris wakes up as usual, rolling out of bed, remembering the previous night. He yawns and stretches his still asleep muscles. 

He walks to the bathroom to get dressed. His dad knocks on the door. "Don't forget, today's a school day." His dad's deep voice sounded tired. "I know, dad." Than Paris thought to himself, "what's school?" He got dressed. Mondays are always the worst. At least he thought so. He then brushed his teeth and walked out to breakfast. The maids have already set the table. His breakfast was a vanilla pancake with ano perfectly square cut of butter, the perfect amount of syrup, and a cup of tea. He sips the tea. "Perfect." He thought. Then he took a bite of pancake. "So delicious." The thought. His dad soon joined him at the table. "I had Miss. Milly put together your shoulder bag and your lunch for this school day." His dad said before taking a bite of his pancake. His large muscles were twice the size of both of Paris' arms put together. Truth be told, his dad worked out more than he had time to spend with his forgetful son. But Paris didn't mind, he spent most of his time painting or bossing the servants around. "So I saw." Paris nodded slightly as he spoke. He then looked over at his dad's empty plate. He was quick. Paris poked at a blackberry as he chewed the last of the pancake. He took another sip of tea before getting up. "Well I'm off to school than was it?" He still wasn't sure what school was his memory wasn't the best. "Yes. School, son. It is where you go and learn all of the magical things of the world." His dad smiled. Paris looked at his dad with his light sea green eyes and nodded. He walked to the shoulder bag and pulled it over his shoulder. He took one last glance at the didning table before walking out the door. 

He walked down the sidewalk, kicking pebbles as he went along. "Hey, Paris." A soft yet guarded voice came from behind him followed by footsteps. "Hello." He said as kind as he could. He couldn't help but wonder why all these people knew his name. He was oblivious most of the time to the fact that he was prince. The young lady walked in time with him. Her simi-high heals clacking as she walked. "What a lovely day." She crooned. "Indeed." He glanced over at her before averting his eyes to the cobblestone. "I'm sorry, Madame. But do I know you?" After a few minutes the girl answered. "Indeed you do." She began, "I am you escort to the school of Summer ville." "I see." They continued walking until eventually coming upon the school court. It was a large white brick building with red siding. Outside there stood two proud lion statues. 

"Well I'll leave you here." She said. With that she walked away. He walked into the behemoth of a building and admired the gold and white color scheme of the inside. "How perfect." He said as he walked on.