𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑡 𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑇𝑜 𝐵𝑒 |𝐹𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒

First Day Of School, P2.

Merry Christmas! I hope you have a great time with your family or friends or whoever you spend the Christmas with! And for those of you who don't celebrate Christmas, have a very good day!
February 2001 La Hevre, France.
Millie's Palace.

The servants cleared from the dinning room as soon as Millie and her parents (Emilee & Robert in case you forgot), sat down to eat.
Knives and forks clinking their plates were the only sounds made as they ate in silent and this is how every morning wait.
"Millie, you haven't tied your tie properly. And your skirt is all wrinkled, haven't it ought to be ironed?" Emilee fussed over Millie and frowned as she said so. "Mon oh Mon! Chérie, this is not a good look for your first day of school!"
"Mère, I don't need you fussing over me. And it's not the first day of school it's actually the sixth year. It's okay mother, it's only a wrinkled skirt, Jeez."
"Jeez, is not a proper word. Learn how to speak like a proper lady Millie your not seven anymore." Robert tutted to her.
"Fine then!" Millie stood up. "I hope you wouldn't mind me wearing trousers, Is that lady like enough for you papa?" She frowned and crossed her arms. Millie's dad was very old fashioned and didn't like the thought of women or girls wearing trousers.
"Millie," He bellowed from across the table, his face red with anger. "You do not speak to your papa that way. You will now go sit in your room and think about what you've done. Your sister never had to be talked to like this, even when she was five. Aller, aller!" Her dad said in a fierce voice.
"I'm not my stupid stuck up sister, so don't compare me to her!" She hit her hand onto the table in frustration.
"Millie," her mom said giving her a threatening look.
"But I'm still hungry, I want to finish my breakfast!"
"Aller!" Finally, her dad stood up so fast his chair fell back onto the floor making a loud bang. He pointed his finger towards the doorway, with him looking furious at Millie.
"Fine! I hate you, I hate you both!" She crashed her plate down onto the table and stormed out, slamming the doors. She went into her room and sat at her vanity, putting a comb through her hair angrily. She then changed into her trousers and to make her dad angrier, she cut her trousers into shorts. Then she heard a knock at her door.
"Come in if your a, grosse salope moche!" She screamed through the door.

The servant boy she bumped into yesterday entered the door, she sat up from where she was laying and her eyes went wide.
"Excusez-moi your highness, I'm here to collect a skirt that needs to be ironed." His eyes wandered around the young princesses bedroom and he stared in awe, he never seen so much gold and silver in his life.
"Your not supposed to be in here. Who sent you and why?" Millie crossed her arms and glared at him without looking away.
"Your parents sent my sister but she was busy so she sent me to do it, sorry if I'm disturbing you." Finn said honestly, but Millie didn't believe it.
"So you didn't just come up here to steal something or take a look at my room? Are you a creep or a thief, be honest because I already know your lying." Millie said so certain.
"No your highness, I'm just here so your not late for school." He glanced down at her and said, "Pantalon cool cependant," He smiled. For a moment, Millie's heart melted and she was about to smile herself but then she came back to her thoughts. Millie crossed her legs and wobbled over, the boy almost laughed a bit.
"What are you staring at, creep?"
"Your highness, all I want is your skirt,"
"So you can keep it? Or sell it on the American marché noir?" He paused again and laughed.
"Tu es une fille très drôle," He smirked again. She turned herself away from him to stop herself from smiling.
"You're just a Prol and as a Prol I would like you to leave my room. You will always be a Prol and that's all you'll ever achieve. Living off rags found in the trash and stealing food that was never meant for you. You'll be nothing more." There was a long silence and Millie convinced herself that finally she didn't like this boy anymore in a funny way. She thought she had ruined it forever until his sweet chuckle echoed around the room.
"Your highness, I understand I'm a Prol or Differ, but I don't need you to repeat to me three times in one sentence." He shook his head and smiled, Millie was very shocked though, she'd never been spoken to in that way by a lower class. "Now, you can tell me to shut up or leave your room, but I'll always be treating you with respect, your majesté." He smiled, bowed down and continued, "I actually go to school and don't live on the streets. Me and my sister buy our own food and are living quite nicely if you do ask, now I'll ask one more time if I can take your skirt to be ironed before your father sees you dressed like that and seven red slashes are seen on you legs. You don't want that to happen like last time do you?" Millie stuttered in utter shock and couldn't even speak, she threw her skirt in front of him and he picked it up and left with a smile on his face.

Moments later, her mom entered the room. "Chérie, did the servant girl come and take your skirt, dear?" She said stroking Millie's hair, "Chère, my goodness, what did you do to your trousers? You know this will be going under the book! Change quickly before your father sees you like this!"
"Thank you for asking mère and no! Her awful brother took my skirt! He spoke horribly to me with no respect!"
"Her brother? Chère, I will be speaking to this Prol. Dirty, dirty people..." She mumbled under her breath. But then, Millie's father burst into the room and she quickly covered her knees.
"Have you learnt how to not speak back to others Millie?" She looked away from him and crossed her arms.
"What do you want papa." She said coldly.
"Actually, a young servant boy told me you were harassing him and calling him names," Robert said in his deep voice crossing his arms.
"That little...How dare he! He came into my room and told me to shut up!"
"The young boy told me you would say that. Go apologise to him. Actuel."
"No! He's a little witchy bastard!"
"Millie," Emilee said in her concerning voice and threatening look.
"No mère, he's a little bastard and you should get him fired and why should you care about what dirty Prol says? Your an old man who was born in the nineteen forties!"
"Millie that will be enough!" The room went extremely quiet and nobody spoke for a few moments. "He works for us and that's final. Apologise to him and take off those ridiculous shorts, cet instant!"
"I won't apologise to him!" Millie screamed confidently across the room,
"Okay then," Her father said calmly and for a minute Millie was confused before she sat on her bed again. "I guess he is a Prol. But he doesn't deserve to be treated that way, if you were to speak to a servant that way in public, our reputation would be ruined as royalty. So if you won't apologise to him then I guess you never learnt your lesson about speaking to other. Privileges will be taken away, for example your Nokia on the weekends will be taken away for a month and you will be homeschooled for a two months. Tv will also be taken away and your drawing and baking classes. Anytime you want to apologise your punishment will only last a week." A knock was heard at the bedroom door and her father opened it.
"The ironed skirt, king?" He put it on the dresser next to him. "Have a good day." He said before leaving and when nobody was looking, Millie could've sworn she saw a flash of a cheeky smiled when he closed the door. Her dad left the room after him and so did Millie's mother.
"Get dressed for school Millie, your already late." Emilee said in the slam of a door.

10am - Private Le Havre school.
Break time.

When Millie finished her lecture in class, she looked across the playground benches for Sadie but didn't she anyone. She passed a few tables and then she saw a red headed girl, but when she came closer, the girl disappeared and instead she saw someone else. It was Maya Hawke and her group of friends talking about something interesting. Millie slowed down at their table but still keeping a distance not to make it look awkward and that's when the conversation of a party came up.
"Did you hear about Jerry's party?" Said a brunette girl excitedly.
"Of course I did he's my cousin you idiot." Maya said coldly. "What, are you guys going? What about our thing after school?" The other girls gave stares around the table and then a girl with blonde hair spoke up.
"We can get our nails done another time, Maya! This party is going to be sick- at his own private Villa!" The other girls squealed in excitement.
"I know where his stupid Villa is you idiot!" She frowned. "This is a one time thing! That nail saloon is closing down in a week to move to America! We will never see another nail saloon in another five years guys!"
"There's one across from my house," a girl with short black hair spoke.
"If you guys don't wanna hang out with me to be with my stupid cousin, just say it!"
"We don't wanna hang out with you we want to be with your cousin." They said in unison.
"Wait shut up!" Maya said pointing at Millie. She had pretended to drop something and then pick it up so she would have more listening time. "It's that one royal girl, Millie. She's in my new math class." They all huddled together to look at her, who was now heading to Sadie.
"Do you think she'd ever throw a party? If she did it would be awesome." The girl with a red ribbon spoke.
"No it wouldn't it would be lame. Royal parents, I imagine them to be extremely strict. They're so old fashioned they still refer to classes as people." Millie stormed over to their place and slammed her hands on their table.
"If I did have a party it would be cool, not lame like your group of friends!"
"Okay then," Maya stood up. "So then throw a party to prove that your not lame! I bet she won't even do it." She chuckled with her friends.
"Next Friday, seven thirty! Être là salope!" She stormed off without taking a glance back.
"Tempèrature!" The girls sniggered as she left.
Millie grabbed Sadie by the shoulders the minute she saw her and turned her around.

"I just made the biggest mistake,"

Thank you for reading 'Never meant to be' Chapter 2, and the next chapter will be up shortly!
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