I stood beside Emma in front of the monstrous building that seemed to want to swallow me whole.
I gulped looking at the millions of students grouped in their cliques, talking vigorously.
I turned to my side, expecting to see Mason or Carson but only rowdy students were there. I felt so insecure without them here. They always made me feel safe.
"You'll get used to it, trust me." Emma said easily and began to walk up ahead into the school doors. I looked around me once more, my eyes catching a girl with incredibly dark makeup on who sent me a glare. Clutching on to my books, I ran ahead to catch up to Emma who had just entered the doors. Nervousness rose in my stomach.
"Emma don't..." I breathed out stopping half way through my sentence when I realised that the people out the front of the school weren't even half the amount of what filled the inside halls.
"Oh my god." I spoke. The loud chatter deafened my ears and I began to wonder how anybody could have a decent conversation in here.
Emma laughed. "Come on, we gotta get to the Admin office." I barely made out what she said until she grabbed my arm and pushed through the crowds of people guiding me to what was apparently the Admin office.
Footballs were flying across our heads from jocks who thought the halls were the football fields. If it wasn't already crowded enough. Heads up was shouted behind me as I turned back to see a blonde haired guy catch the ball with a jump followed by shouts and woos of praise from his mates.
We fell into the Admin door and were engulfed with pleasant silence. The room was small and cream coloured, furnished with pale yellow vintage chairs that looked like they'd been their since the opening of the school. A musky scent engulfed my nose as we walked over old lady who manned the desk.
Her glasses sat at the tip of her nose, convincing me that they were bound to fall off any moment. Grey, untamed curls circled her face, matching her flustered look as she sat in the middle of many piles of papers.
Clearing my throat, I approached the high raised desk, Emma shadowing my movements.
"Uh.. Hi. My names Anna Kindsford and I'm new here. I'm just after my timetable." Her blue eyes shot up as her body jumped out of shock, seeming to raise her hair higher if it were possible.
"Sorry, dear, you startled me! Now what can I do for you?" Ms Gomart, her name tag read, raised up from her chair preparing herself to help.
"I just need my timetable, thank you." I smiled warmly to the old woman.
"Ah, yes! Anna Kindsford?" I nodded as her eyes scanned the multiple piles of papers where she began to shuffle through them.
"Now where did I put it.." Ms Gomart mumbled to herself, frustration scrunching her face. "Ah! Here it is! Anna Kindsford's timetable." She smiled proudly having found it amongst the scattered papers and handed it to me.
I scanned the paper quickly, having checked my name seeing as the chances of a mistake to occur looked pretty high.
They didn't give me a different name to use because the general public didn't know the Royals of Aystra to be Kindsford's. We were always referred to with our titles.
"Thanks, Ms Gom..." Emma began until she was interrupted by muffled shouts coming from a closed door.
My eyes shot over to the right side of the room where a door labelled 'Principal Standley' was. The male shouting coming from that room for sure, almost vibrating the walls of the building. Someone certainly was not happy.
I looked at Emma widening my eyes. Her expression matched mine as she shrugged her shoulders.
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Damn Straight, Your Highness
Teen Fiction"Drop it." He said. "You drop yours." My voice wavered. The light glimmered on one side of his face, the rest engulfed with darkness. Somewhere behind the barrel of his gun, I could see the pain in his eyes, the betrayal. I was on the verge of tea...
