We Will Never Be Royals

Chapter One

Ara’s POV

I’ve been quite really busy these past few days, and I don’t know who to talk to. Honestly, this whole school thing is making a drag out of my life.

I am really frustrated with all the stuff we do, like opening a frog’s body or watching videos that were made about thirty years ago for our history class. I mean, don’t they have anything better? Shouldn’t they update their materials with something newer, more substantial, and less boring?

Maybe not. That’s why most of the class drools right now, in this moment in time in a history class.

I guess sometimes you really have to understand why history will always be boring.

I am currently trying not to fall asleep, trying ways to entertain myself such as drawing doodles in paper or even twirl my long, black hair around. Shoot, this is very awful. I feel like I am about to sleep anytime.

No, Ara, you have to stay awake to retain good grades, I remind myself. I used to be a straight-A student, but now, I don’t know what happened. I seem depressed.

It’s all because of the issues that they’ve been throwing down to me. I mean, like, I’m not perfect. I’m just a normal teenage girl, sixteen years of age.

That’s my problem. I’m just normal. I’m not one of those gorgeous girls who are popular in school. What do you call them again? I don’t know, they can’t be a teacher’s pet, right? Slut may be the perfect word. This does not apply to every gorgeous girl in school, though.

That’s my problem. I will never be a royal.

I am still in my thoughts when I get interrupted by a masculine voice seeking help.

“Hey, you got an extra pen?”

I look at the direction of the voice, which is behind me, and I smile as I look at him and I tell him something.

“I do, Chris Warren, but the problem is, will I let you borrow it?” I say with an annoying tone.

“What’s the problem, Miss Smith?” Mr. Anderson’s voice boomed through the classroom. He’s our boring history teacher by the way.

“Nothing, Mr. Anderson. He’s just borrowing a pen,” I say.

“So, what will you do next?” he asks me.

“I’m going to let him borrow a pen,” I say with a forced smile. I get a pen from my backpack and I give it to Chris.

“Thanks a lot, sweetie,” he says with a smirk.

Chris Warren. One of the most annoying persons here in J.D. High School. I’ve got to admit, he’s kind of popular, and that’s one of the reasons why I am irritated by his presence. He’s a royal.

“Sure do, Chris,” I shoot him a glare before I focus on the lesson. As I look at the board again, the bell rings for break.

“Is that our bell?” Mr. Anderson asks the whole class.

“No, Mr. Anderson, it is a cat’s feeding time,” Georgia says sarcastically.

Georgia Cavanagh. Another popular student. It sure is a pain having two royals battling for attention in the classroom.

“Okay, fine. Class dismissed,” Mr. Anderson says as he walks out the classroom.

Thank goodness! I thought class would never be over. Well, I knew it would, but the feeling is so different.

“Ara!”

Oh, no. Not again.

“Ara!”

It’s her. Jamie. My best friend.

“Ara! Why aren’t you talking to me? I know you’re depressed but, please, at least talk to me!” she exclaims as she approaches me by the corridors.

“I’ve had this conversation, Jamie. Give me space and time! Promise, I will talk to you once things get better,” I say as I speed away from her.

“But when exactly will things get better, Ara?”

That question stops me in my tracks. It takes me quite a time to think about what she had said and I find the perfect answer to her question.

“We’ll never know what fate has in store for us,” I shout at her as I head to the canteen to buy some juice and a burger.

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Classes are already over. I walk from our school to my house, since my home is just near. I enjoy my walk but I stop when I hear Jamie calling out to me.

“Ara! Wait!”

She’s crying when she reaches.

“Ara, Jordan… He… Broke up with me!” she exclaims.

“What?” I react in surprise. They’ve been together for two years! How come they will just break up? I need to know.

“He left me, he left me for…”

I hug her and I find us a seat in the nearest bench. And we both sit, obviously.

“Georgia Cavanagh. He left me for Georgia Cavanagh,” she finally finishes. Poor Jamie. She really can’t keep up with a royal.

“How come? I thought you’ve been together for two years?” I say.

“Yeah, but that bitch asked him to date her, and he couldn’t say no,” she replies. “You know that I’m no match for her. I feel so helpless, Ara. What am I going to do?”

“We’ll find out, Jamie,” I say as I walk her to her house.