Finding My Princess

Everyone Has Something to Hide

I grab my bag ready to rush home to finish my book. Also, ready to escape the snickers of my classmates of my bookish demeanor.

"Excuse me, Mr. Peyton," my history teacher Ms. Rune stops me. "Would you please stay after class?" More snickers erupt as my classmates leave the classroom. I nod uncomfortably.

I try not to let my classmates get under my skin. I was able to understand at a young age, different equals entertainment. I just let them laugh to satisfy that need. I know it's odd to let them walk over me. I think it's best if it was me who has to endure this rather than someone else. It's my personal duty to stick up for those who can't stick up for themselves.

Once all the other students leave, Ms. Rune sits in the chair adjacent to my desk.

"Sebastian," she states with concern. "Is everything alright?" She cocks her head to the right to study me in case I try to pull a fast one on her.

I run my fingers through my dark brown, short, tousled, hair. Inhaling deeply, I stare down at my shoes. "No," I pause briefly, desperately wanting to explain my trouble to her. Yet, my better judgement decides against it. "Although, I've come this far. I can manage." I pick up my stuff, give her a small smile and make my way out the door.
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I hop into my black Jeep Grand Cherokee, put the key into ignition and listen to my car come to life. Not a moment too soon, I blast the heat to escape the bitter cold. As I get closer to my home, I can't help but wonder what it is my father and mother want to discuss with me so urgently. I pray that Ms. Rune hasn't said anything to them about my troubles at school.

I go around the last curve and the familiar stone building with greenery comes into view. Warm light emits from the large windows. I drive past the dry fountain of the woman looking to the sky weeping on the familiar gravel path I ran on as a child. The marble steps leading to the grand entrance way of the large, probably oversized, french doors accented with gold. I'm home.

Getting out of the car, not only am I graced with cold nipping at my nose, but the presence of my bitter younger brother Dillon.

"Quit being such a downer and sulking all the time. It doesn't do much for your appearance. Not that you had much to begin with anyways." He huffs and storms to the backyard.

"Hi to you too Dillon." I mumble as I push the doors open to my home. Bartholomew, my main servant, greets me immediately. Even though he is my servant, Bartholomew has been there for me ever since I could remember. If anything, he's like an uncle to me.

"Good afternoon Prince Sebastian," His voice sounds a little sarcastic as he elongates the 'good'. "Would you like to help me prepare my famous gooey fried cheese sticks?" Im guessing he understands I'm not in the best mood.

"He won't!" A deep voice rang out thought the foyer. I look to the top of the stairs to see my father with his famous 'just business' look. "He has other important matters to tend to."

Thoughts from earlier rush back into my head. This can't be good.

A/N
Hi! I really hope you've enjoyed reading this. I want you to know that this story will not be updated weekly or monthly. More like it's updated when I feel like it. Trust me it's better that way. Understand I have school and other obligations before wattpad. Just stating for future reference.

Picture is of River Viiperi playing Sebastian. If anyone wants to make a cover for the story be my guest!

Please note any mistakes I've made. Comments, votes and reads are always appreciated.

~Jae xo