Angela walks in with glasses with a poster board in hand. I never knew Angela had glasses... I use to have a crush on Angela in middle school, but that's a thing of the past now. Not that Angela Zerbino wasn't beautiful in a goth way, but I was on my hands and knees for Carrots. Who so happened to be Angela's partner... Where is she? Is she sick? I start to worry. I was looking forward to seeing her today.

Angela turns to the class after she sets up her project.

"'The Historical Timeline of the Great Queen Elizabeth Tudor,'" says Angela. "Presented by Angela Zerbino and Clara Gardener."

"Well, that's never come up to topic," says with a wink to the class. We all laugh. Almost every other year, we have a project on Queen Elizabeth.

Angela goes on talking about King Henry Tudor the VIII (of course she told the famous love story of King Henry and Anne Boleyn) and his children. Angela's very good at presenting, but I didn't pay much attention because I spent the whole time worrying about Carrots. Finally, after Queen Mary (A.K.A Bloody Mary) died, Angela announced, "So without further ado, I give you Her Royal Highness, Queen Elizabeth the first of the house of Tudor, Queen of England and Ireland... Tucker get the door."

I get up as I can without looking obvious that I was relieved and excited to see her for the first time today. I open to the door and I freeze. I felt my mouth drop as I gazed at the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. She had on a gown that looked as if it was made of real gold and silver decorated with pearls in intricate patterns. Her hair was parted in the middle and tied back in a elegantly braided bun. Her face was painted pale white and her lips were as red as cherries. She had a crown of pearls on her head with a wedding veil attached to it. A single teardrop pearl rested on her forehead has if she was going to be showered in sheets of jewels. Holy horses, I am never going to look at another girl for the rest of my life.

She walks in with her chin up and her eyes determined as if she was the real Queen of England. Never mind Queen Elizabeth Tudor, Carrots was a thousand times more beautiful and powerful.

I hear the class take a breathe. Yes people, she's even more beautiful than Helen of Sparta. I see Christian stare at her and I start to get annoyed. Prescott, you better blink right now before I pound you for starring at my girl, I think. As if he heard me, he blinks and looks around. That was weird but I was grateful that he was no longer starring at Carrots.

"Queen Mary is dead," Angela says, interrupting the silence. "Long live Queen Elizabeth."

I edge my way to the back of the class to see her better. I watch as Carrots closes her eyes and takes a breathe. She opens her eyes and addresses us.

"My lords, the law of nature moves me to sorrow for my sister," she says in a flawless British accent. "The burden that is fallen upon me makes me amazed, and yet, considering I am God's creature, ordained to obey His appointment, I will thereto yield, desiring from the bottom of my heart that I may have assistance of His grace to be the minister of His heavenly will in this office now committed to me." She pauses for a while. It feels like forever even though it was only ten seconds. She has a blank expression on her face and then blinks as if she doesn't know where she was. Someone snickers and I had to use all my self-control not to smack him. She's looking at someone but I don't know who.

"Your Majesty?" Mr. Erikson prompts. Her eyes flash and she starts where she left off in her speech.

"Take heart," she says to the same someone she's looking at. I crane my neck to see that she's starring at Christian and he's smiling at her. I'm beyond annoyed, I'm absolutely furious. He's playing with her feelings. "I know I have a body of a weak and feeble woman. But I have the heart and stomach of a king," she finishes with a wistful smile.

"Here here!" Angela exclaims. "Long live the queen!"

"Long live the Queen," Mr. Erikson says, nodding his head in approval.

"Long live the Queen," echos everyone else in the class. Everyone except me.

"Long live Carrots," I whisper.

Angela starts talking about what Queen Elizabeth did and why she was so beloved by the people of England.

"Of course for a long time all anybody in England seemed to be interested in was finding the right husband for Elizabeth," Angela says. She's looking at Mr. Erikson in determination. "Everyone doubted that she'd be unable to rule by herself. But she turned out to be one of the best and most revered monarchs in history. She ushered the golden age of England." Angela's always trying to prove that women were just as good as men if not better. I swallow the urge to chuckle. Then I remember something and what's a day without teasing Carrots?

"Yeah, but didn't she die a virgin?" I ask.

Apparently, nothing fazes Angela and she starts talking about how Queen Elizabeth used her virgin status to make her more attractive. I can't help but smirk when Carrots catches my eye. My heart starts doing summer-saults. She's looking this way! At you!

"Sir Tucker," she says.

"Yeah?" I say, still smirking cause I don't want anyone in the class know how excited I am that she's talking to me.

"I believe the correct response is, yes, Your Majesty," she says. You can't help but love her, she has a great sense of humor.

"Yes, Your Majesty," I say as sarcastically as I can.

"Have a care, Sir Tucker, lest you find yourself in the stockades," she says with a smirk of her own.

I scoff, and look at Mr. Erikson. "She can't do that, can she? She's not the ruler of this class. Brady is."

"She's queen today," Mr. Erikson says while leaning back into his chair. "I'd shut up if I were you." Haha, a note of warning would've been nice before I teased her today. I was not ready to die figuratively or literally.

"You could strip him of his title," Brady suggests. "Make him a serf." Thanks man, I owe you one for sending me to poverty.

"Yeah," Christian says. "Make him a serf. Being a serf blows." It would if I had any intention of being Tucker V.

"Or you could get rid of him altogether." says Mr. Erikson, laughing. "Throw him in the Tower of London. Have him drawn and quartered. Maybe the rack. Or a red-hot enema," Yeah, it sure would be great to die in a red-hot enema.

"Perhaps we should put it to a vote," she says, looking at me coolly.

"All in favor of death to Sir Tucker the heretic, raise your hand," says Angela quickly.

I look around the classroom at the raised hands. It's unanimous. Except for me, standing in the back with my arms crossed.

"Red-hot enema it is," she says.

"I'll mark it down," says Mr. Erikson gleefully.

"Now that that's settled," says Angela, "let me tell you about the defeat of the Spanish Armada."

She casts me a triumphant glance. The corner of my mouth lifts in a half smile. I nod at her, as if to say, Touché.

Point: Clara.

I gave myself a mental shrug. I had it coming.

Angela finished her lecture about the rest of Queen Elizabeth's life while Clara stood to the side, looking amazing. Class ended and the two hurried out, probably to get ready for their next class without looking like a 15th century fashion models. I look down the hall to see Carrots and the veil lifting behind her, the fabrics swishing around her feet trying to dodge the students in the halls. I didn't just see Queen Elizabeth incarnate this morning, I saw someone else. Someone... unearthly. I smile to myself. Queen Carrots, you amaze me every day.