Her Royal Highness, seventeen year old Princess Penelope must return to school to learn to use and control her (shockingly) unusable and uncontrollable powers. There's only one problem: to Penelope, school sucks! But when she's suddenly sent away to...
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"Sir!" I put my hand up.
"Yes, Penelope?" He says rather wearily.
"May I be dismissed?"
"Whatever for, Penelope?" He asks, in the same monotone as before.
"Umm, I need to... see to something. It's really important, and in fact it needs to happen right now."
I'm ultra-aware of everyone's eyes on me once again since my entrance (some of those eyes had sadly never left me) , but I try to ignore them, gritting my teeth and bearing the stifling silence as I wait for the teacher's reply, my gaze not straying from him, too afraid to waver and meet someone else's (there are so many weirdoes in here, honestly).
But it stands: some people are meant to be stared at, but they're usually not meant to stare back.
Sir Wyatt (he introduced himself at the beginning; did I mention? Every teacher here is either a Sir or a Madam) gives me an odd look, as if he can't work me out, and then deliberately turns his head to look at the clock on the adjoining wall.
"Can you wait ten minutes, Penelope?" I really wish he wouldn't end every sentence with my name (said very purposely, I'm starting to suspect).
And did he just say ten minutes? Then the lesson'll be over!
Wait. That's his point.
"Umm, no?"
He sighs. "Well if it's urgent you can go." I feel a little bad now. What I actually need to do can probably wait ten... now nine minutes, but it's kinda urgent as in I'll just fall asleep again if I stay in this room any longer. A part of me wonders at making such a fuss at just leaving early. But now I've made this decision, I won't be turning back on it.
Heaven knows that's my greatest weakness.
Good thing I'm not in line for the throne.
This line of thought continues as I load my possessions into my bag, the main strain being that I probably would've saved my honour if I'd stayed a little longer. Not that I had much left are falling off the table twice, but eh. Soon enough, I walk out the door, backpack on back, chin up, head high and hands in my cloak pockets. I suddenly stumble over the door's threshold, not even out the class yet, and I swear I see a few students craning to get a good look at it happening.
'Watch the Princess stumble', I think as I seethe. I feel like a zoo animal. Only difference is, wherever someone sees me, that place'll become the cage.
'Why'd I even come to this ding dangity place', I internally groan. Then I remember. The castle mage had been all 'You'll practice your potential, Penelope' and 'We just need something to do with you, Penelope'. Well, I know he thought the last one. They all did.
But no one ever asked me what I thought. That I'd been just fine before they found me, and was taken back to a land I'd never asked to be taken back to. Stripped from home.
