The Princes and the Paupers (Completed)

Chapter 1

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My heart started beating faster as Gun, Singto and I entered into the classroom of the elites. All the gazes were upon us even before the teacher could introduce us, all except for one.

You see Singto, Gun, and I have been friends since...well before we can even remember becoming friends. We are quite different from each other. Singto is the first one to usually speak up for injustice, we voted him to be the wisest out of us, and also the one to attract girls the most, however, he never shows interest.

Gun is definitely the baby of the group, he gets scared easily, is quite sensitive but tries to hide it in the most cutest way possible. Singto and I just pretend we don't see the pouty lips or the tears forming in his eyes. If anyone makes Gun feel uncomfortable or harm him than they have to deal with Singto. And believe me, you DO NOT want to deal with Singto.

OH! I really went off the subject. So basically this elite school has been recently getting a lot of backlash for its cocky students. To fix the reputation of the school, the superintendent held a competition where three students from the previous school we used to go to which is known to be for poor kids like us, get a full-ride scholarship to this school. We get to have free tuition, free cafeteria food, and a free shared apartment to stay in.

So according to the competition, we had to be one of the top 10 students study wise and also be excellent in another field. When they announced the rules our happiness knew no bounds. You see Singto, Gun, and I always fluctuate being the first to third place study wise in our school. Singto is probably the best athlete you'll ever come across. He can do almost any sport with ease. He used to coach kids from our society as a job to take care of himself.

And our Gun he's a musical genius. It only takes him up to two hours to master an instrument. His favorite is the flute, he was given a flute before his mother left him, so he plays the flute whenever he has spare time or is feeling overwhelmed.

And lastly, there is me. My thing is art or painting to be specific. It's not that I am fully interested in paintings like Gun is with playing his instruments or Singto is with his sports but I do it because I am good at it, good enough to be able to afford my dad's hospital bill.

Now as I was saying, "Tay, Tay, TAYYY!!!'' Huh! The kid with his head down when we had entered the class looked up, so his name is Tay? He stared at Singto, Gun, and me. He looked at us like we were some dirt off the ground. ''Since you have enough time to sleep in class, you can be the one to show your new classmates their schedule.''

Tay slouched his body and spread his legs while giving us an annoyed glance. ''Whatever you say Mrs. Watt'' I really hated this guy's spoiled ass.