The Prince of England

Chapter 1

A new rise to England is a boy by the name of Scott Hoying.

He was your typical American cool guy. An article of leather on his body, a particular charm that made girls swoon, a rock hard exterior that nobody could penetrate.

His father recently got a job offer out of the country, which made Scott and his family pack everything and leave.

He said goodbye to his high school and friends, boarded that plane, and made his way to a new life.

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"Scott," his mother called. "You're gonna be late for your first day at school."

"I'm coming, Mom." Scott returned, adjusting his tie and cringing at the glance in the mirror. Uniforms were not his thing.

He hurried down the stairs and kissed his mother goodbye, grabbing a bagel on the way out.

He shut the door, locked it, and made his way down the street to his new school.

Royal Russell Boarding School.

"How proper," he thought. Scott didn't exactly like the idea of such a thing, but he had to give it a shot.

When he walked through the doors, all heads turned to him. He was different. He was new.

He walked down the corridor to the registration office, carefully watching the signs as he did.

"Hello. How may I be of service, sir?" the woman at the desk inquired.

"Hey, um, ma'am. I'm the new kid here. Scott Hoying."

"Ah yes, Mr.Hoying," the woman opened her desk drawer and pulled out a crisp white sheet of paper. "This is your schedule. If there are any inquiries or anything you wish acquire knowledge of, please let me know."

He nodded, adjusted his backpack, and headed out the door.

He checked his classes, shoved the paper in his pocket and proceeded to walk to his first class of the day.

When he walked through the door, all the students were conversing, discussing all their activities from the weekend.

A sound went off over the intercom and each student was put to a desk quickly, opening a notebook and grabbing a pen before facing forward.

"Class," the English professor announced. "This is Scott Hoying. He has recently moved here from America, so be sure to treat him well. You may find a seat where ever you please, Scott."

"Thanks." He proceeded to a seat in the back of the classroom, and looked around.

Everything was neat and orderly. The walls were colored cream and the carpet on the floor looked new and fresh. The opposite of an American classroom.

"Psst...mate," A voiced called from beside him. "Are you truly from America?"

"Yeah. Born and raised." Scott said, glancing a couple times at the teacher to see if he was looking.

"That's pretty nice. What's it like? Any different from England so far?"

"Yeah. It's all proper and high mighty and junk. America is a shit hole."

A girl infront of the kid told Scott to be quiet, and he flashed her a wink.

She blushed something mad, then turned around in her seat and remained facing forward.

"Wow. You just got the queen of bossing people around to buzz off." the kid said, laughing a little.

Scott just shrugged and sat back in his chair, not listening to the teacher and balling a piece of paper up.