The Lost Crown

~1(b)~

The hallways bustled with students of all age.
Girls with complicated hairdos and boys with muscled bodies walked,  conversed, or moved towards their respective classes.  The scent of expensive perfumes wafted by the air,  made Mariya feel like she had come to a high class society.
Technicaly, it was.
One girl adjusting her Louis Vuitton bag, ramp-walked passed her,  making her feel like a farmer's daughter.
Her cheeks heated in embarrassment.
It was really going to be difficult to fit in here.
"come dear,  the Chairwoman's office is in this way". Her aunt pulled her towards a black mahogany door. She knocked the door two times when a familiar voice called her in.
Lila Manson. 
The Chairwoman of Crosswell High.
The wife of the school's owner. 
And her mother's close friend.
"Mirza, Madi, good morning! "
Her sweet voice immediately calmed Mariya's nerves.  However her nickname caused a ripple of emotions inside her.
Of course she wouldn't show it.
Both of them took a seat,  and Mrs.  Manson opened a few documents, and handed them over to her aunt.
"Lila,  I know I can trust you,  but do you think this will work? " Her aunt questioned worryingly.
The air was thick with tension. 
Mariya knew very well that the subject was very serious.
Her life depended on it after all.
Mrs. Manson nodded grimly,
"I know.  We have the best and latest security. It is one of the safest places for her. I will not allow a single person to lay a finger on Madi. I owe at least this much to Mira. "
The sound of her mother's name brought back painful memories,  and for a moment she became lost in them. However, a soft nudge brought her back,  and she saw her aunt looking at her with concern. 
Mrs.  Manson gave her, her schedule and dorm room number.
"thank you,  Lila.  For everything. " Mirza said with a smile.
Mrs Manson smiled a smile that was the brightest,Mariya had seen, "no need for that Mirza.  I am glad I could come of any help. "
Turning towards Mariya she continued, " I miss your hair Mariya.  But still you look gorgeous. If you see my handsome son,  please tell him everything patiently.  I think he deserves an explanation"
Mariya touched her now black hair.  She missed it to.  But it was  neccesary. And everyone knew it. Giving her a small,  but sweet smile, they left the office.
On reaching the reception,  aunt Mirza spoke, " I am sorry dear, this is the utmost I am allowed to go.  Your luggage is already taken to your dorm. You are getting late for your first class. Now go."
Mariya hugged her aunt dearly. She was the closest to her.  She would now have to leave alone.  The thought of staying away from her only family terrified her,  but they had no other option.
Adjusting her school bag,  she parted with her aunt with teary eyes.
If all went well then they would meet again.