Separated At Birth

chapter 12

"Y/n!" Nathalie screamed at my answer. "That is the opposite of how you should respect a royal."

I kick my feet up on the table and set a pencil behind my ear. I take my hands and place them on the back of my head. I can feel Nathalie's temper rise. Somehow I am happy about it.

"So..."

"Lets say I invite the mayor over, how will you introduce yourself to him?"

"Kick him in the balls for raising a bitch ass daughter."

"No, you introduce yourself kindly and shake hands."

"And kick his balls?"

"No! Get that out of your head!"

"Ha ha, sorry." I whisper, "Not sorry."

I can feel Nathalie roll her eyes even though I wasn't looking. I'm talented that way.

"If you were presented with food from some our chef, what do you say?"

"Depends, what kind of food?"

"Linguini."

"Li whatty"

"Never mind, if you were presented with a 16 inch pizza with any topping, what do you do?"

"Take the pizza and run."

"You thank them and share the pizza."

As if.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes.

"That is more serious than you think."

Ha ha, you're funny.

"Speaking of pizza, I want pizza with (extra cheese/ pepperoni/ olives/ mushrooms/ bacon/ sausage/ pineapple/ stuffed crust) now."

"We don't do pizza."

I gasp.

"No pizza!? how dare you?"

"Y/n, lower your voice."

"Not until you give me pizza."

"Okay fine, what do you say?"

"Ugh, thank you."

"You're welcome, wasn't that hard?"

"Yes."

"We can take a small brake for the next session."

Nathalie picks up her books and leaves the dinning hall. Adrien moves next to me. I look at the cut marks on my fore arm. I wish I can get a tattoo to hide them. Who am I kidding, i'm too young for a tattoo.

A/n: if you are confussed, she did not self harm.

"You did perfect y/n." Adrien stated.

I pull down my sleeve so Adrien doesn't notice. I look up at Adrien and form a fake smile. I hope he sees it as a real smile or something like that. Adrien returns the smile, I look down.

"You okay y/n?" Adrien asked.

"I'm fine."

"It'll be okay y/n." Adrien sets his hand on my shoulder.

"Dammit Adrien! I don't want to be polite to the higher ranks, they are all stuck up! They treat the poor like their shit! They kill cats for their pleaser." I scream with a tear running down my cheek.

"Oh."

"I have to go." I shake Adrien free. I run out the room, clamming the door behind me. I run into Nathalie, knocking the clipboard out of her hands. I run up the stairs and go into my room. I clam the door behind me and lean against it. I continue forward and look out the large window. The city is so beautiful, I can't see it above the wall surrounding the house.

"If your life shows walls, build a window."

I sigh and pick up a the picture of Adrien, mom and dad. I press my palm against the glass and toss it against the wall, leaving the glass broken and a dent in the wall. I scuff. I look at the dolls below the window.

Who does he think I am? I hate dolls!

I pick up one of the dolls and threw it against the window. The doll's glass head breaks, but the window doesn't. A tear comes down my face. I take up all the dolls and tossed them all over the room, leaving glass all over the floor.

I heard a knock on the door. 

I look around, I found a remote on top of the night stand.

"Y/n, you okay?"

It was Adrien. But I didn't answer, I didn't want him to see me like this. I make my way to the night stand and pick up the remote. I clicked a button, it opened the window. I go back over to the window. The door opened. I look at Adrien, he had terror in his face as he looked at all the decapitated dolls on the floor.

"Y/n! Don't do this!" Adrien shouted.

I look back over to the window. I stood on the window seal I look down, it was a good 20 feet drop. Adrien tried to come to me. I panic and jump out the window. I land in a bush. Not the comfiest landing, but I'll have to do. I made my way out of the bush and squeeze through the front gate.

"Y/n, get back inside now." Nathalie ordered. "Mr. Agreste will be mad at you."

I got my foot through the gate. I look at Nathalie and gave her the middle finger. Nathalie grunts. I began to sprint across the street and into the crowd.

After an hour of being outside, I stopped at a small bakery outside the city. I sat in the lounge and wiped the sweat off my forehead with my sleeve. I didn't have any money, extra clothes, and no phone. I am back to were I was when I was 9, homeless. I go into my pocket and pulled out a paper, I didn't put a piece of paper in my pocket. I open it up and find a 20 dollar bill.

"Go away, I don't want to see your face in my shop again!" shouted the manager to a small elder man.

The fire in my chest riels up. I can't stand people doing this. I set the money back into my pocket and stump over there.

"What's going on here!?" I yell.

"This man can't afford this cake, he made me make it for nothing. He wasted my time  for nothing!" the manager yelled.

"Whoa whoa, let's sort this out. How much is the cake?" I stated.

"20 dollars."

I take the money out of my pocket and hand it to the manager. He rips it out of my hand. I take the cake and hand it to the elder man.

"Thank you miss." 

"Have a good day man."

The man turns around and looks at a black jewelry box and smirks. I look away wondering why he brought that out, was he going to propose? No, he's too old.