I was just 16 and went to the ninth class, the Far far way of high school. For well one year I had a steady respect with Evi. Whenever I was they, it was in such a way that I showed only interest in her, because I thought that she only for me was up to this one day. We had math in the first hour and I did the tasks to us the teacher had given to act, until the rector interrupted in the lessons. Like all pupils I rose to my place and said at the same time with the other good mornings. Only when I again place took I saw that a shy girl stood beside the Mr. rector. It was amusing, before I had never seen such a good-looking girl, until maybe on Evi, although this girl was still much nicer. I supported my head on my hands and do not read them any more out of sight, only quietly I understood the words of my teacher „ Now dear pupils and female pupils this ours is an increase anew, her name is Lillian and I would want to her friendly to her since ". Lillian? What nice and charming name thought I and dreamt before me. Before nothing but daydreaming I noticed this the teacher Lillian beside myself not at all had placed. I noticed it only when I beside myself looked and saw like they her math things out took. She was quite normal, she did not seem to need these whole Schmückerei like fazieren of the math book with pinken stripes, it was the complete opposite of many other girls from my class. After school end fetched me as usual, in the end, I was the royal carriage, the son of the oh so great king Georg Harold his second name my given name is. Clear my class-mates thought that it had to be great the son of the king to be, however, you can believe me that it was not. My father did not look a lot after me, the einzigsten times where I saw him, the times were as us have eaten and even there spoke he no word with me. Einzigste for which I was good enough, the times if were he a war had lost, because then I always had to go to him, so that he left the fury in me with blows out.