The Royal Guardian

By: Sokai

Disclaimer:I, Sokai, do not claim ownership to the workings of W.I.T.C.H. -- I leave that honor up to Elisabetta Gnone. Nor do I own Meg Cabot's "The Princess Diaries" series (even though this story isn't even really related to the series. Just don't want to hear law suit claims LoL). However, I can and DO claim to own this story and its inspired ideas FROM said series.

Note:Can't believe this story's almost a year old come Halloween (and I guess November 4th, posting wise and making it known to you guys). Time flies, huh? LoL Thanks again, of course, for making it so popular and enjoying it for the entire year's time!

This chapter was created/written in October 2007.

Chapter Thirty Six

Wednesday, November 8th, World History,

Today,so far, is . . . I guess a tad less eventful than yesterday, which is good because I've zero energy for fresh calamities as I have been falling asleep in just about every class.

And now that I'm here in World History, it's taking all the willpower I have at the moment to make it.

That's why I'm writing my entry right now rather than later, as a way to help stimulate my brain long enough until the period's over, even though I never normally do so because it's too risky. You know, since Mr. Lenzer can see all, and because I'm in the front row and center.

Oh, and also because I'm a princess (that he'd pay extra attention to me if at all) and he's currently in the middle of teaching us all about "my" country. But I've been alternating between note taking and journal writing for the last few minutes without getting noticed (which is amazing to me, again because I'm front and center. But I guess maybe Lenzer thinks I need two notebooks or something to fit in all the extra notes I might be taking down about Marsily -- Um, no), so I think I'll be okay.

Actually, I lied. I have been noticed. Just not by the teacher.

All of the kids seated around me seem to keep watching at me to honestly see what I'm doing or might do next, I suppose, before doing the same, themselves. For instance, every time I've slouched within my seat or had straightened up my posture, seconds later I have three to five kids, who are surrounding me, all at once mimicking said movements.

What happened to hating my guts for having to learn something extra? Oh, wait. No. I can hear faint whispers going on behind me about me, and in the negative sense, as though on cue . . . Something about: "Yeah. She knows she's going to get an A on this crap, and so that's why she's not even paying attention or writing down the notes. . . . This is such bullsh --"

. . . And you know the rest.

First off, stop being so damned nosy.

Second, it isn't my fault! Blame Ian, remember? He wanted to learn about Marsily, not I.

But whatever.

This morning when I woke up it was pretty much the same deal as the previous morning, although it had taken less time (to get dressed and "royally prepared) since it had been my hair cut that had required the most fuss and attention. I mean, it still kind of did today, as well, but given that the trimming and all that had already been taken care of, it wasn't so bad.

Plus, because I had gone with this pretty cute, golden sunflower colored babydoll dress (which shocked Mom and myself to have done, as we are both aware that if I ever have an honest choice between jeans or a dress -- And I did -- I usually go with the jeans. This selection had made Eli ecstatic, of course, judging by his facial expression as I was heading back to the bedroom to go try it on), my hair had been styled appropriately and swept up into a neat, simple bun.

And now I currently look like a fashion diva, truthfully.

But at least it's comfortable to wear and the weather isn't too brisk today to wear it at all. (There goes that Global Warming, again.) Although my shoes, while pretty comfy, as well, are also high heeled and beginning to bug me a bit right now.

Not too mention that I have gym class next period I just realized. . . .

Damn.

I never normally wear or do anything "fancy" with myself on the days that I have P.E. (with a few days ago as the exception, when I'd momentarily lost my sanity and had mistakenly thought that "someone" had actually liked me back), because I know that I'll just get sweaty and have my hair be a mess.

Er. Or, an even bigger mess, anyway (although not so much anymore with my new do, again).

Oh, well. Not much I can do about that. Can't (and wouldn't -- Eww. Can we say contracting-foot-fungus-city?) take a shower after class because they've been closed off and only to be used by the sports teams after school.

Besides, I don't normally perspire a whole lot, anyway, and definitely don't get stinky, either.

So I'll only just have to worry about my hair, which is actually pretty unmovable, thanks to all of the holding spray that's been sprayed into it.

Uh. Right.

So as I was saying before my large tangent (kinda), this morning was tolerable. Even got to actually have some breakfast this time, too,because of the extra time, so that was a plus.

And, before I'd left with Mom (who was running a bit late for work today -- Said she hadn't slept well. I'm not surprised by this, of course, given all the drama she was having last night. I'm wondering, though, how she's been dealing with continuing working at Simultech now that her secret is out. Gotta remember to ask her this some time) and our bodyguards, Eli simply told us -- Well, me, to "have a nice day, and I will see you for supper, yes?"

What the heck?

No "stay out of trouble," or "see you for some more boring princess stuff"?

Scary, right?

Oh. And. And he'd even given me a . . . genuine smile when he'd said it, too.

Totally caught me off guard. So much so that I'd accidentally bumped into one of the two fancy vases that have been placed near the door as I walked towards it.

Thank God for Mom's quick reflexes, or else it'd have shattered for sure, and Eli probably would have immediately wiped the smile off his face and gone into yet another bilingual rant. But he'd honestly just let out a small sigh when he saw what had happened, before raising his teacup to his face to sip from yet again at the same time that he'd waved goodbye to Mom and myself.

Maybe he's sick? Sounds mean to say this, but that would be wishful thinking. And I only say so because then if he was he'd be unable to boss me around some more. Maybe he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something today . . . which, in his case, would mean that he would be more "jolly" and tolerable than normal.

Whatever. Doesn't matter. Either way, I still don't like or trust him.

The emergence from the hotel and drive over to school hadn't changed, though, as it was just as chaotic as yesterday. And yet again reporters were absolutely everywhere, asking me a platoon of questions once more.

I'd heard one that was kind of new, however, about my clothes (that was also a bit complimenting to have heard).

Someone, a chick from what I could hear, had asked, "Princess Wilhelmina! From where or whom do you draw your inspiration for your attire? Does it come from yourself? And if so, have you any tips for young girls who may wish to one day emulate your fabulously keen flare for fashion and style?"

How neat was that? I mean, it's too bad it really isn't my doing, these clothes (despite having picked out both today and yesterday's outfit, so technically I guess it is me), so that'll be disappointing to the youngins, but still.

Pretty cool. Never had anyone honestly compliment me on my clothes before, really, so yeah. Well, I mean, they have, but more so in the "You look cute in that shirt, Will!" versus, "You have fantastic taste in clothing, Will!"

So, thanks, whatever female reporter had said this.

And it's like I'm already some spokesmodel for what to and not wear. Can't wait to see Cornelia's face later on today once she sees me.

Then again, no. I can. Don't want more drama or face from her, which I know I totally will, regardless.

Sigh. . . .

As for first first and second period, they weren't bad, either. Second period was pretty much the same as yesterday, so I won't bother with further details on that.

Plus, between the two, first period had been more . . . "momentous" than second, anyhow.

But it definitely wasn't the kind of "momentous" I would ever be a fan of, mind.

That is, it was due to both Martin and Alec wishing to volunteer to do my lab experiment for me when it had come time to do so later in the period after some note taking beforehand. They even began to argue -- Quite loudly, I will regrettably add, over who would "win."

Not only did they both end up with detention, but they continued to fight about the premiere matter (alongside the new one of how they'd gotten one another in trouble), anyhow, even after I'd completed the experiment on my own (clearly without them having yet realized) and they hadn't even finished their own -- Which is an absolute first for Martin.

So, yeah. I think it's safe to say that Martin indeed has a crush, to the extreme, on me now.

Gag me.

But at least he hasn't called me any of those bizarre pet names he used to with Irma, like "Pickle-Lips" or something emotionally tragic like that.

No. He's actually downgraded within his flirting tactics -- With me, at least.

That is, he won't even speak to me anymore. He can't look at me for very long, either, without instantly turning red and looking away while giggling uncontrollably. And whenever I, myself, try to talk to him, he can only muster things like, ". . . Uh . . . heh . . . Um . . . heh heh. . . ."

This is going to be fun, dealing with everything else for the rest of the year in addition to Martin and his newfound infatuation with me.

Maybe I'll ask Irma for tips on how to effectively deal with him. If anyone would know how, it certainly would be her, after all.

Oh, dang. Gotta go. Stupid Lenzer's now looking my way expectantly.

Such a useless class, I'm telling ya.

-- End of Chapter Thirty Six

(A.N. I Know. "That's it?" Did it on purpose. Not only just for what I have planned next, but because the extra long entries have been taking a lot of my time, lately, and I barely have enough as it is. No worries, though. This day's only just begun for young Will, and we all know I do so enjoy tormenting her. LoL)