Queen of My Heart (CURRENTLY EDITING)

Chapter 11

"We're here." Charles finally announced as he parked the car right in front of a big building where cars and motorcycles were parked pretty close to the fence surrounding the building. Only a few meters away were kids around my age staring at the car that just parked in front of them.

"Why are they staring?" I ask trying to hide my face from their suspicious looks.

"It's a Jeep Grand Cherokee SRT; not the type of car you see every day in a high school." I gulped reaching down to unbuckle my seat.

The last thing I want is to draw attention because I am the new rich girl in school. Charles didn't notice my hesitance and stepped out of the car to open my door. I quickly open it before he can and walk towards what I'm hoping is the school's entrance.

Loud voices can be heard the more we approach the main door and we're soon met with the students of the school. My mouth fell agape, and I stared in awe at all the white people in front of me. At that moment, maybe it was all in my head, but it felt like everyone just stopped and looked at us for a minute.

But that thought disappeared as soon as I noticed the look on the females in particular followed by quite irritating giggles. They weren't watching me or Noma; it was Charles.

"Let's get ourselves to the office, shall we?" He mumbles uncomfortably pushing me and Noma to walk faster. We finally get to the office and wait for the receptionist to let us see the principal. Her long eyelashes batter every now and then at the man standing behind me like she has never seen a black man before and I try my hardest to not glare at her.

"Mr. Charles Lohana?" her annoying voice echoes in the room as she smiles brightly at Charles.

I choose not to laugh at Charles's new surname. Lohana? Really?

He walks to her taking the papers she hands him, "Principal Parker will see you now."

Charles nods at me and Noma and we follow him inside the office. As soon as we got in, a big, tall, and cheerful middle-aged man extended a warm welcome to us.

"Have a seat." he shows us the chairs in front of his large desk, and we sit, "So Emmanuela?" Mr. Parker smiles at me making me frown.

"It's Iman-" Charles kicks me under the table making me cough nervously.

"Sorry, sir, it's Immanuela. With an 'I'"

"Right, my apologies miss Okello." he smiles writing something on some papers before turning to Noma to ask for her name. Father really thought this plan through, names and all. I wonder how long he was planning this for...

Noma gave her real details making me frown once more. Turning to look at Charles, he mouths 'maid' to me, and it takes some seconds for me to realize what he meant. Noma is a palace maid, no one will ever suspect her here as it wouldn't it be brought to anyone's attention.

"Alright you two are in class D now." he hands me a paper, "give this to Mrs. Riggs and she will let you in."

"Wait, we're starting right now?" I almost squeal making the bald-headed man answer, laughing, "the sooner, the better!"

Charles and Principal Parker both stand up at the same time to shake hands before he dismissed us from his office. The minute the door closed behind our backs, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. My eyes look around the hallways in desperate need of escape but fail bluntly.

"What now?" Noma dares to ask.

"You go to the class of course," he says like someone already prepared us for it.

He takes one look at our puzzled faces and sighs, "I know you both have questions and I promise to answer them all in time. Noma, the Queen ordered that you always stay beside Imani. Princess Imani, to these people you are known as Immanuela Okello. You are forbidden to use your powers for the entire duration of our stay in American unless you are training with me. Most importantly, no one is to know the truth about who you are, where you actually come from, and-"