Painted •Highschool AU• Analogical•Royality

Chapter 1

Virgil walked to the mailbox, as his mothers told him to- taking out the mail as he started to look through it. Bill, Bill, Bill, Gaminformer, Bill, Magazine, Letter from Sanders A.F.G.T, Bill- Wait what-? He grabbed the one from sanders academy again, looking at it in shock- ripping open the envelope, running back to the house.

"MA! MA!" He yelled, and in response he got a worried loom from one of his mothers- Valerie.

"What is it hun?" She asked, and Virgil handed her the letter. His mother scanned through it, and started to read it out loud as she got to a certain part, "....we are glad to say that Virgil Saint will now be attending Sanders Academy for Gifted Teens, because of his artistic abilities!"

His other mother, Alena jumped up- hugging Virgil tightly, "OUR SON GOT ACCEPTED INTO SANDERS ACADEMY!"

Virgil giggled as his other mother joined them, and they all stood there- hugging each other.
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Roman sighed. He was walking home from the store- where he had bought his father another case of beers. Their mailbox has not been opened for months and he looked at it- sighing. As he started to open it he heard someone call his name. Romans head whipped around- Seeing their mail carrier running up to him.

"Mr. Prince!" They ran up to Roman, panting. "I... Letter it... it seems... im-important... th-there is two- one... one addressed to your t-twin...one for... for you" They reached out their hand and Roman took the envelope. Sanders Academy for Gifted Teens? What the hell is that? He opened the envelope, reading the whole letter out load.

"Mr. Prince
We are proud to inform you that Roman Prince has been accepted into our academy for gifted teens of all sorts. He has been accepted through his physical abilities. He will be learning to use his athletic abilities to bring him forward in life. Only 50 teens from across the world have been accepted into the school this year, and we would like to explain how this educational system works. They would be taking the same core classes they did in a public or private school, but each class lasts an half hour- and their core strength classes an hour. We are hoping you accept our one time invitation to our academy.

•T. Sanders, principal of Sanders A.F.G.T."

Roman stood there in silence while his post carrier was beaming. "You have to go!" They said

"But... I can't; my father would deny any reason for me to leave and you know that- Mrs. Lie." He used the post carriers real name this time.

"But... but my nephew-niece....what ever you call them! They are second years there! And... and it's a one time opportunity thing.... right?" Roman sighed.

"Well... ok... I'll think about it"

"Of course! Take your time- but not to much time! Text Dee if you will be coming or not, alright hun?"

"Of course Mrs. Lie. Now have a nice day" Roman waved as he walked to the house.

His father was sitting on the couch, an empty beer in his hand and multiple other cans scattered across the floor.

"Yo pops, I uh... got some beer- and some good news!" Roman said, handing over his father a beer can.

"Is the good news that you-" hic "got some free beer?"

"No... but I got a letter from Sanders Academy and-"

"Sanders" hic "Academy! Hah! How did you get into" hic "that hell hole? Did you sleep with the" hic "principal? And what about Remus?"