Illéa high

Chapter 1

  I have perfectly good friends here so why do I need to go to a school for stuck up kids?
"Good evening Illéa!" Gavril fadaye announced on the worst report of my life. Today the one and only prince of Illéa would be hand selecting the ten new students for Illéa high. The school for famous people's kids. I mean brats. Spoiled brats! "Speaking of the man of the hour, how is he?" Gavril asked maxon and took a seat by the table they were at. "I'm doing very well today Gavril, and how are you?" He added his "legendary smile" at the end of his sentence. "Good sir. Now let's get to what we are really here to see. The Illea high choosing!" What everyone else is watching for. Everyone except me. "Ames! they're choosing the Carolina person next!" May squealed. "And from Carolina, Miss America Singer! From Clermont, Miss Celeste Newsome! And last but certainly not least, from Hudson, Samantha Grayson! Thanks for tuning in folks and these lovely ladies and gentlemen will be at Illea high in one week to be personally greeted by the prince himself! Goodnight!" I'm pretty sure i blacked our from shock before i woke up to Kent being chosen. May was squealing so much and the phone wouldn't stop ringing.
    The whole week I'm supposed to be packing but it took a little less than an hour to pack some nice blouses nice jeans and leggings. With my 2 pairs of sandals. I could only afford used clothes but they were still In pretty good condition.
I was meeting up with my four best friends and only friends at the coffee shop around the corner. "Aspen! Why did you do that?!" I heard my friends so I ran to the screaming anne, laughing miles and Lucy setting down the coffee and sitting next to me. We talked for hours about the new school and brats there. How they will have to visit and meet maxon if he's there.
The next few days were a rush of excitement..for everyone's except me. It was finally the day to go to the new scary Angeles from the comfort of Carolina.
    On the plane, I was alone. I started to write songs when I was sad or angry or extremely happy. I grabbed my pen and notebook from my carryon and started writing. (Taylor swift song)
I don't like your little games
            Don't like your tilted stage
          The role you made me play
             Of the fool, no, I don't like you
         I don't like your perfect crime
           How you laugh when you lie
             You said the gun was mine
            Isn't cool no I don't like you (oh!)
     
      But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time
      Honey I rose up from the dead I do it all the time
       I've got a list of names and yours is In red underlined
   I check it once, I check it twice, oh!
"Please fasten you're seat belts. We are landing." Planes are really fun even though this is the only one I've ever been on one before. As we slowly descended, I closed my eyes hard I don't like planes anymore. I gripped the arm rest like my life depended on it.
         Half an hour later we landed and I was on my way to the school ill be at for the next 6 years. Freshman (2years), sophomore(1 year), junior(1 year), senior(2 years). The limo pulled up to a palace not a school. But the sign on the front said otherwise. When my door was pulled open, I was greeted by a group of people from the drawing and guides. "Hi I'm Marlee tames from Kent." Said the bubbly girl and extended her hand. I shook it. "Hi I'm america singer from Carolina." And with that I made my first friend at school.