The Island Princess

Chapter 5. Sly secrets

{Location: Silverthorne college campus}(Skylor's POV)

I keep re-reading the scroll in my lap. Trying to make sure I was reading it right. But nope. I'm still from a thieving ancestry. But something else tickles my mind. What is the Master of Amber supposed to protect? Why didn't my Mom tell me about it? Did she ever even know about it?

"Eu-hem-" Perfect, headmaster Boring gives me a sharp glare, "Miss Kin. Get down now. There are strict rules that imply that students must be on the lawn. Not on the fauna."

"Come on, David," I roll up the scroll and place it in my back, "I've been to your office too many time for you to still call me, Miss Kin," I'm technically Skylor Kin, because Clover's my guardian and no one should know that I'm a war lord's kid, "Call me Skylor."

"Young lady," he puts his hands on his hips, "Get down now before I call campus security."

"Oh sweet, I get to hang out with John and Rammie. Haven't seen them since last Tuesday at that killer party." I cross my legs and arms, not giving a crap about the situation. Only enjoying it as he face gets redder and redder, "Is Mike back from his beach trip? He gives the best lecturers on morals and the law and blah blah blah."

"GET. DOWN. Now." He shows his coffee-stained teeth, "Or I will call your father."

He knows?!

Wait, no.

No one knows who I really am. Except for Sam and Clover. But father has been too careful to let a dummy like David know the truth.

I scoff, wondering how he could possibly scare me off of here, "So?"

"SO?! SO!" His hands shake and I smirk, "You need to listen to authority. You need to learn respect. You need to start caring about your future or you won't have one at all. Do you want that? To be another bum on the street after the gifts this university has provided for you?"

My smirk drops. I've listened and obey my father's every command. Every time he said not to move when I would be punished, I didn't twitch a muscle.

I respect Clouse despite how gosh awful creepy he is and how he beat me to a pulp when I was 7.

And I don't have a future. Nothing at this university, other than my friends and theater, was my choice. I don't care about business things or finances. Heck, I couldn't pick my major or minor. I don't have any choice other than going to that awful island to respect and obey people I don't give a crap about.

I stand upon the branch, gripping the one full of leafs above me, "I was getting bored anyway," I pull a fistful of the leafs off, let them fall over headmaster David, even managing to get a bug or two to land on his head, whip my hand then flip off the branch. Nailing my landing I might add.

"Get back here!" He shakes the leafs off of his head while pointing to his foot, "Now. I am not done talking to you."

"Well, I'm done." I don't turn around nor glance back at him.

"Skylor! Come back."

"Fine," I fish some gum out of my bag and start chewing it, opening and closing my mouth constantly. I fold my arms and glare, "What do you want?"

"It is this close to the end of the school year," he hold his fingers an inch or two apart, reminding me of how much time I have left in Ninjago, "Normally, I would say that this is senioritis but you have displayed aggressive and angry behavior ever since you stepped foot onto this campus. What do you have to say about all the migraines you have put me and your professors thought?"

Why am I acting this way? On the island, I'd do everything possible to avoid attention but here, why do I seek out trouble and danger?

I stick my hands in my pockets and look at my sandals.