"Do I HAVE to go?" Daisy complained, looking up at her father pleadingly.
"This is the best sort of education there is," he said firmly. "You must go to boarding school."
"It's all going to be a bunch of rich kids!" Daisy exclaimed.
Her dad arched an eyebrow.
She sighed. "Okay, so I'm a rich kid, I know. What if they tease me about being a princess?"
King Richard looked at his princess intently. "Nobody will know you're royalty. I promise. Unless you want to tell them."
The sixteen year old girl considered it.
"Now come along," the king said brightly, picking up one of her suitcases. A servant hurried to pick up the other large case and her toiletry kit. Daisy slipped on a sweater and ran downstairs to her car.
Daisy gaped at the school. "It's bigger than our castle!" she cried. Her father nodded, impressed.
"I'll have to let you go now," her father said, giving her a kiss.
"No!" Daisy cried.
He hugged her tightly. "I love you, flower."
She wrapped her arms around him. "I love you too, Daddy."
She turned back to the campus. "Wow, how am I ever going to..." she trailed off.
Her father had disappeared.
"Oh, daddy..."
Daisy composed herself the best she could and picked up her suitcases, walking inside the main building.
"Welcome, welcome," said a pretty woman at a table. "Over here, dear."
Daisy walked over hesitantly. "I'm Daisy...Daisy Floral."
"Age?"
"16."
She flipped to a new page. "Here's your schedule...and your information packet." Daisy took it uncertainly.
"Oh, and your room key." She gave it to Daisy. "You're on the fifth floor, room 673. It says so on your schedule."
"Okay," Daisy said nervously, picking everything up and walking over to the elevator. "Um..." she tried to press a button, but to no avail due to her arms full of bags.
Suddenly, a finger reached by her and pressed the button for her.
"Oh, thank you!" Daisy exclaimed.
"Ah, whatever." The boy who had done it just walked in the elevator without looking at her.
"Um, hello," Daisy said, following him inside.
He didn't respond, so she tried a different tactic.
"Is this your first year?"
"No."
"Do you like it here?"
"Yes."
She took a deep breath. His answers were short, clipped, and angry.
"Um..."
"Press the button of the floor you're on!" he said, annoyed. "Just do it!"
"Um, okay," Daisy said, pressing five.
He raised an eyebrow, but didn't press any other buttons. When the elevator stopped at five, he got out too.
"Bye?" she offered.
He didn't reply.
