~~AN: hey guys! here's just a little thing I've been working on! I'll be posting every Saturday and Wednesday while also trying to make it into an animation! I hope you enjoy it!~~
Chapter one
She hauled her luggage into her new room and flopped onto her queen sized bed. If her mother was so rich, why did she need to be relocated for a small promotion every so often? Whatever, Kanaya didn't mind. She was never one to be easily attached. Jumping from state to state was normal for her. And she didn't mind switching schools since she had already taught herself the entire curriculum in advance. With no time to make friends, she had plenty of time on her hands spent making dresses and studying. She laughed at the people who doubted a beautiful girl's intellectual ability.
"Kanaya, darling, are you ready for your orientation?" Her mother called.
"No mother, I haven't had a chance to freshen up since the plane ride." Kanaya deflected as she pushed herself up and strode towards the bathroom. Her mother didn't reply but Kanaya could tell she was anxious. She knew it killed her mother to throw Kanaya into classes in the middle of the school year.
A fresh layer of black lipstick was spread onto Kanaya's lips, her emerald eyes brightened and her pale skin glowed. She pulled on her black boots and laced them all the way up her thighs. Her stomach wasn't flat and her thighs were rather large but she felt that it worked in her favor. Sure, she wasn't stereotypically model material, but that didn't mean she wasn't beautiful.
She bounded down the stairs to escort her mother towards the car. Kanaya knew if she was to cause their tardiness, she would have to face the wrath of her mother. The coach held the door open for them as they slid their way into the limousine.
They pulled up to the school as the last of the busses were pulling away. Kanaya gracefully departed from the safety of the vehicle.
A man in a white suit with green details stood outside to greet her.
"Welcome, miss Maryam! It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance," The man said, pressing his lips to the back of her hand.
"The pleasure is all mine," Kanaya curtseyed the moment she regained her hand. The man looked very pleased with Kanaya's manners. He spent a reasonable amount of time charming her mother before offering to bring them inside for the tour.
"As you can see we are well organized," the man, who had introduced himself as Dr. S. Cratch, the principal, began.
"I'm sorry but could I bother you got a glass of water?" Mother interrupted.
"Why, certainly," Dr. S. Cratch chirped before scurrying off.
"Have you seen enough, Kanaya? I can bust us out of here whenever. That principal seems like a total pushover, which may be an advantage to us. I'm surprised. He's German, you think? Cracht was it? maybe it's Dutch?"
"Yes mom I'm ready to go," Kanaya knows to expect this kind of thinking from her mom by now.
Dr. Cratch came back with a glass of water and handed it to Kanaya's mother.
"Oh why thank you," she started as she took the glass. "I must have fallen ill on the plane, we can show ourselves out but thank you so much!"
Before the doctor could get another word out, Kanaya was leading her mother into a different hallway.
"Oh, mom, I forgot my bag! I'll be right there," Kanaya said, turning to go.
"Meet you in the car,"
Settling her purse back onto her shoulder, Kanaya began to head back down the hall, checking her bag to make sure she still had all her belongings. She was so preoccupied, she didn't realize the blonde girl swiftly coming out of the classroom ahead until they collided. Kanaya managed to maintain her grace and was knocked to the ground in a flattering position whilst the other victim was not as fortunate. She landed in a rather awkward, leg-spread, half-sitting, half-laying-down position. Kanaya rushed to her feet to help up the blonde.
"My a sincerest apologies, miss..."
"Lalonde. Rose Lalonde," she said, taking Kanaya's hand to heave herself up. "And don't worry about it. I'm just glad I'm wearing shorts instead of a get-up like that," she gestured to Kanaya's dress.
"Well, I assure you I'm not usually this clumsy,"
"I've never seen you around here before, miss..." Rose mimicked.
"Maryam. Kanaya Maryam. Excuse my manners, I've been caught off guard. I am new to this school. I shall start classes this week."
"Maybe we will see each other again. It was nice running into you," Rose said, walking past, leaving Kanaya slightly hazed.
She smiled to herself and continued on her way, forgetting any reasons to check her bag.