A/N: For more information of Maidenvale go my Instagram handle @catrinaofmaidenvale. I have a post titled "About Maidenvale."
I woke up, birds fluttering in the air. My princess perfect long blonde hair was flowing in the wind as I stepped outside on my balcony, wearing my fluffy pink pyjamas.
Ha, yeah right.
More like I woke up, my messy, greasy black hair was yucky looking as normal, and my black hoodie and sweatpants had stains down them from binge eating pizza last night (every Saturday and Sunday night I can choose whether or not I want to sit in the palace dining hall or order room-service, whatever I want, so yeah, I choose the second option).
And yes, I know sweatpants aren't very princess-like, but my grandma stopped caring and realised I was useless ever since I learned how to swear in five languages (courtesy of my father, obviously).
Anyways, I got changed into my outfit, a white skirt, top, leather jacket, and combat boots, obviously. My mum started kissing and hugging me frantically, my dad gave me a scroll of paper with a list called "How to Survive High School." I rolled my eyes and then let out a half-hearted laugh.
And finally, my grandma told me "Make as many friends as you can. Be still be wary of who you can trust. And whatever you do, DON'T talk to Readers."
Whatever, I thought. I mean, I love my grandma, but according to my mum, she could be a real priss when she was younger. Even prissier than she is now.
Finally, I grabbed my suitcase, hugged my family and my cats the last time, smoothed down my outfit with my hands, and walked out the castle gates. You see, in Maidenvale there are two big towns, the Old Town and the New Town. The Old Town is ancient, with clock towers and horse carriages, and the New Town is much more modern with tall glass-like buildings, huge shopping malls, big landmarks, and my favourite place, Maidenvale Arcade, where there's a cinema, gaming area, bowling alley, laser tag, cafe, and much more cool stuff.
Like last week my friend Emily and I pranked one of the prim, uptight, popular girls Rebecca at school using equipment from the sensory maze in the arcade, and it was HILARIOUS to see her face go up in shock, yelling in horror. Serves her right for her making fun of me and Emily.
Anyway, I walked to the horse and carriage, (cheesy I know, but just roll with it) hopped in, looked at Maidenvale surroundings one last time, jumped off onto some grass, and then transformed down below to the Flowerground Train System.
I gave my Flowerground pass to a scowling caterpillar, he rolled his eyes, and then said "this way." I walked on forward to see the most magnificent thing I had ever seen. Different coloured leaves, flowers, and plants made up every single train, and people, animals, and various other creatures were chatting happily. I checked my map, quicky hopping on a big train, glimmering in the middle of the train station. I knew this was the one because I saw a bunch of kids around my age hopping on the train too.
I jumped on the train and smiled. Suddenly I saw a girl with strawberry blonde hair who looked like a relatively nice person. At that moment I decided to strike up a conversation with her. "Hey, I'm Catrina. What's your name?" I said in a chill nonchalant, yet friendly tone.
"Ew. Are you sure you're on the right train?" the girl responded to me before quickly running to her friends and giggling with them. I groaned internally. Are all the girls at this new school going to be total prisses like her?
I quickly checked my map just to make sure. As soon as I did that, the girl and her friends started giggling in really screechy tones. I wanted to puke right then and there. I was in fact on the right train and that girl was just trying to mess with me. I couldn't believe it!
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