Royalty // A Girl Meets World //

New Kids; 1 of 2

Third Person's P.O.V

One final glance in mirror instantly made Cleo want to throw whatever she had on in a bonfire.

She thought she planned all this out before she went to bed last night, but it turned out everything down to the shoes she had on was terrible. She peeled off the hot mess she didn't even want to call clothing and opened up her closet.

Cleo's best work was always thrown together at the last minute.

She eyed a red beanie and tossed it on the bed, deciding to base her out on it. She went through the closet several times before she found the perfect choice. She didn't know the outfit was in there but shrugged and chose it since it matched the beanie.

She grabbed a pair of white shoes, quickly putting everything on and went back in front of the mirror. Cleo smiled at herself as she struck a few poses in the outfit.

Before she could put the finishing touches on herself, she decided to go downstairs to grab something eat. Going downstairs, she grabbed two apples from the kitchen.

Afterward, Cleo found a note on the dining room table from Zoë. It said that she went in for an earlier shift and she'd be working late.

Zoë was her aunt and current guardian for family reasons.

There was money for food and Cleo's subway card that she lost a few days ago. Cleo smiled and pocketed everything, running back up to her room. Anyways, Cleo decided to put on a little bit of make-up before she left.

She took one more like in the mirror and grabbed her book bag. She opened her window and began to climb down the ladder that she put outside her window for... Reasons.

Cleo was prepared for whatever was going to be thrown her way.

•••

She made it to the subway and smiled at the familiar sight. She took out a dollar from her pocket and gave it to Dweezil, who she called drummer boy. Gretchen and her friends walked past her and just waved.

Cleo guessed her posture had gotten better.

She made it into the subway train and quickly looked for a seat. She searched around until she found a seat next to a boy who looked around her age. He was pretty cute to her but could use a new friend anyway.

She tapped his shoulder and pointed at the seat next to him. "You mind if I take this seat, pretty boy?" Cleo asked. A slight smirk appeared on the boy's face before he moved his bag over so she could sit. "Of course. I'm Lucas."

"Cleo."

They made small talk for a while. Cleo found out that he was from Texas, they were both going to John Quincy, and had the same classes. They made a silent agreement that as the new kids, they had to stick together. Everything was fine until Cleo felt someone grab her hand and pull her away.

Cleo was about to scream until she saw that the person was just a blonde girl. She turned to see a brunette mouthing that she was sorry. Turning again, she saw Lucas with an eyebrow raised.

"Are you dating the pretty boy?"

"Straight to the point? I like you, but no, I'm not. We just met as a matter of fact."