The Chained Princess (h.s.)

Star XVI

Star XVI

-Lianna-

"We're taking a trip."

So that's why he pulled me out of school. I'm not sure how I feel about his sparratic behaviour.

I was always told I was too intelligent for my age.

Do I just live in a stupid world, then?

My private school uniform itches terribly. All this money the rich people pay and they can't afford better uniforms?

Or maybe it's because I'm on scholarship.

"Alright, when do we leave?" My voice is small but solid.

I don't make eye contact with my father. Ever.

I don't really know what he looks like.

"Now," he replied, and turned towards the airport.

I knew it. I just didn't want to ask.

I didn't want to tell the doctor I fell again, but I will have to when we get back. He will be angry with me.

"Okay."

I turn and look out the window.

My sister used to tell me that our bodies didn't define us, our boyfriends didn't define us, but our blue eyes have this way of telling the world everything they need to know. It's just a matter of who looks into them.

-Andromeda-

School was back to normal, Harry is still the classic "bad boy" or whatever, Charlie easily slipped into the "whore" role, flirting with anything that moved.

Those two are made for each other, honestly.

And me, well, I still feel like a fat loser. But a lot more people look at me now. I don't feel so ignored, I know a lot more people.

That was the goal, wasn't it?

I sat down in English class, smiling at Louis when he came in. He nodded.

God, how I've fucked things up. I was so rude to him, and now it doesn't even matter. Burying my head in my hands, I groaned and the bell rang. Harry walked in then, winking at me. "Go somewhere," I sighed, rolling my eyes. I'm so over this.

I wasn't made for high school. Why do they create high school for such a young soul? I'm only sixteen.

My English teacher closed the door while morning announcements were being said.

They concluded, and Mrs. Daniels spoke. She was short and Italian and thirty.

"I finally got around to grading your in-class essays, it only took a month this time!" Our class laughed.

"There were two essays I especially liked, surprisingly about the same topic. I won't say what, I won't. But Harry, Andromeda, can I see you after class?"

No.

No.

No, you can't. My god, you can't.

The class snickered, and I just sat in my seat looking forward, saying nothing.

"Y'all fuck or nah?" It was a rude voice, very harsh and deep. Who is this person sitting next to me?

I didn't look to see; instead I just kept looking forward, my teacher waiting for a reply from both Harry and I.

I guess I should nod. So I did.

"Great, Harry?"

I felt his eyes piercing my back. They hurt, a lot.