Hey, my name's Elizabeth. Thanks for checking out my story! *insert brunette girl waving here*
Well, I just wanted to drop by and make things a bit clearer: this story takes place in the fictional country, Greensmoor. And this is completely AU, by the way. That said, enjoy and feel free to leave some feedback!
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"Did you hear about Prince Ian?" Molly asks me.
"Uh-huh," I murmur, concentrated on my doodle on my notebook. I giggle, making Molly's hair extra curly.
"Sinead is so lucky," Molly swoons, leaning on her broom. "If the Prince had asked me, I'd definitely said yes."
I nod, quickly drawing a visibly shorter guy next to my cartoon Molly.
"But I see where she comes from. I wouldn't want to marry so young. I'd want to pursue my dream, especially if I were as talented as her," Molly muses. "I'm sure that a few years into the future, we'll hear she discovered the cure for cancer."
I silently laugh, finishing off my brother's face.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Molly demands. She snatches my notebook away, frowning down at my drawing.
"This is one of my best," I tell her, tapping the end of the pencil against my chin. "But there's something missing." After retrieving my notebook, I scribble Dan plus Molly equals heart on top of the two figures.
Molly gasps.
I inspect my drawing affectionately.
Molly is blushing at my younger brother, who is dressed up as Prince Charming, knelt down, holding a bouquet of flowers up to my best friend. Clearly a masterpiece.
Molly slaps the notebook away from my hands. "Hey! Why are you making such stupid drawings? When a friend tells you a secret, you're supposed to keep it, not rub it in her face constantly. Especially if it's embarrassing!"
I smile playfully. "Come on. I don't think it's so bad that Dan's a year younger."
"Okay, first off, my hair's not that curly," Molly replies, pointing accusingly. "And second, I don't like your brother. I liked him back when I was eleven. I'm seventeen, about to turn-"
"Dan and Molly sitting in a tree-"
"eighteen-"
"k-i-s-s-i-n-"
"And so are you, so stop acting so childish!"
"I'm not childish!"
"Yeah, you're so mature that instead of studying Math you spent the entire day drawing stupid one-shots of me and Dan last week."
"An artist doesn't need Math, anyways."
Molly's pretty chocolate brown eyes are wide. She's annoyed. "Well, to get into university you-"
"Ladies, you're supposed to be cleaning. Not fighting," out homeroom teacher, Mrs. Spasky, interrupts. She's leaning out the doorway to our classroom.
"Mrs. Spasky, I'm turning eighteen today. Can't you ask another person to clean the hallways for me?" I ask, pointing at myself.
Mrs. Spasky gazes at me as if I were crazy. "Today, you and Molly are in charge of the cleaning task. It's been planned out since the beginning of the month."
"But-"
"No buts," she cuts in, her German accent as thick as ever. Mrs. Spasky and her family moved to Greensmoor when I was in ninth grade, and has been my Art teacher ever since. This year she became my homeroom teacher. She closes the door behind her.
I pout, resuming sweeping.
"Hey, at least we're not inside doing nothing like the others," Molly says, sweeping around. "I hate it that this year they gave us study hall at the last period. That's the hour I'm laziest."
"It's weird to hear Ms. Responsibility speak like that," I comment, looking down at the collected dust.
"Please," Molly replies.
I gaze at the classroom, sighing. "Don't you think it's weird no one has said happy birthday-"
"Happy birthday to you!" my class chants, walking out of the classroom. Mrs. Spasky is holding up a small gift box.
I drop my broom, grinning from ear to ear.
Molly is clapping along, and my friends, Hamilton and Jonah, emerge from the hallway. Nellie, one of my guardians, is following them behind. She is our Home Economics teacher, which is the reason why I'm able to attend a private high school. She's towing a birthday cake.
As soon as my classmates finish singing, Hamilton appears behind me and shoves my face into the cake. This garners louder cheers from my friends.
"November 15," Hamilton announces. He smiles down at me. "The day my best friend was born."
"And don't think that words are the only gift you're getting from us," Molly says.
Mrs. Spasky hands the gift to me. "From us to you."
I smile gratefully at the crowd around me before taking it. As soon as I open it, my face glows with glee. I take out a beautiful paintbrush charm from the box.
"It's for your bracelet," Jonah announces, embracing me with one arm.
"Thank you," I say, giggling. I hold it up to Nellie, who clips it to my charm bracelet.
"It makes a nice addition," one girl comments.
"It does," I agree, admiring how pretty it looks.
We eat the cake, and everybody is thankful that Nellie made it. She has a gift for creating delicious food. Sadly, the hype is soon over, and we're all heading home. As I walk out the desolated hallways, I hear some girls whispering about Sinead Starling and Prince Ian.
"Wonder what happened," I whisper as I step out of Greensmoor Day High.
Having a prince at school can be really cool at times. Most of the times, it doesn't really matter. Prince Ian isn't even in the same classes as I, much less elective. His chosen one is photography, which makes him be farther away from my usual building. And unlike my friends, I've never really seen him around the hallways. Which is virtually unbelievable, because we've spent four years in the same high school.
As I cross the streets, I don't notice the royal SUV pulling back from the school.
I do notice when its trunk hits my forehead, though.
