"Hey… pig, hurry up and eat your breakfast. If you want, I'll eat it for you!!!" Kyo reached for Haruji's plate on the far side of the table.

"I'm here, I'm here, I'm here," she gasped as she tied her hair in a ponytail, "Sheeeeesh…you're more of a pig than I am…"

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So, this is everyday for me. Who am I, you ask? My name's Fujioka Haruji. I'm a third year high school student attending in Omura. There's not much to say I guess.

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"Sakura, you're late" Arisa whispered as I entered the classroom. If there was a hole in the ground I could sink into, the best timing should be even before I came to the classroom. Sempai didn't look too happy.

"Fujioka, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU??? YOU CAN'T WEAR PANTS UNDER YOUR SKIRT. THAT'S THE DRESS CODE!!!"

"Gomen"

"And why were you late???"

"Uh…" I used up the excuse of traffic too many times. I don't even take the car to school for crying out loud. Then, I remembered something.

"Uh…I saw the Prince on the way to school…" Will it work???

Three of the students sitting near the window fainted. The rest of the class ran to the window.

"Oh my god…you weren't lying after all Haruji!!! The Prince is in front of the gates!!!" Kagura, the president of Prince Kyouyo-kun's fan club squealed with the rest of the girls. What's the supposed to mean?

There was so much commotion that morning just because the Prince decided to go to our high school. At least, everyone forgot my late appearance for now.

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"Arisa, look. I brought with me pictures of the prince when he was a baby," Ritsu waved the photo album in the air. That was a mistake. Fan girls jumped at her, demanding to see the photos.

"Ritsu will never change, it's so sad," Arisa kept on reading as if she didn't hear anything.

"Why did the Prince pick our school out of all the schools across the country? I mean, we're not the best school and we're pretty far from the palace," I told her.

"Who knows? This pestilence, however, is unacceptable. We are in school to learn, not daydream. One thing's for sure, he's probably going to marry soon. The Emperor is dying."

The fan girls stopped choking Ritsu and tiptoed to our conversation.

"Did you say 'marry' Arisa?" Kisa stared at us, listening intently.

"Ooohhh, I'm going to be the Cinderella. One day, the prince will sweep me off my feet and carry me to the palace." some brown-haired girl in the crowd chided.

"Whoever that Cinderella is, I'm going to smash her face through these walls and pull her hair out," Arisa threatened us under her breath. Then, she smiled.

Creepy…so creepy, she has a way of putting things. Who wants to be locked up in the palace anyway???