This chapter is kind of just Kida's point of view, and how she visits Disney High Monday morning with her father and Mr. Clayton, who is the principal of Disney High. She just basically gets a tour of the school, meets a few teachers, and then Mr. Clayton agrees to have an assembly with her in front of the school to tell them about how she has plans to finance Disney High.
Ohmigosh, I am babbling way too much and GIVING AWAY way too much! Let's just get straight on with the story! Sorry, folks! *sheepish face*

And the little italics message that introduces the different points of view are things the characters are thinking. Just a sidenote. Sorry! Into the story!
Oh, and real quick, before I forget:

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Disney High is very big and elegant. But it is crumbling. So I agreed to help. I wasn't quite ready for the assembly, but Mr. Clayton was not quite ready to take "no" for an answer.

-Kida

"Welcome, Princess!" Mr. Clayton announced, his voice booming.
Kida stepped into the ancient brick building in the middle of New York City.

"The City," said her father, King Kashekim, to Mr. Clayton. "Was very beautiful. New York is very elegant."
"Very," Mr. Clayton agreed with a smile on his tanned face. "Come along King…er…?"
"Kashekim," the princess translated quickly. "But you can just call him King. He won't mind. He doesn't speak very good English anyway."
"Right," said Mr. Clayton. "Kashe—it's a mouthful, his name. And what might your full name be?"
"Kidagakash Nedakh."

"That's quite the mouthful also!" Mr. Clayton grimaced.

"You can call me Kida."
"That's better." Mr. Clayton smiled. "As I was saying, welcome to Walt Disney High!"
"It's lovely," Kida said, walking down the hallway.

Mr. Clayton and her father followed quickly. Mr. Clayton slapped his hands together. "Would you like to meet a few teachers? See a few rooms, Kida?"
Kida smiled. "I'd love to."
"Great!" Mr. Clayton announced.

He led her forward into a nearby classroom. "This is Anita Radcliffe," he said proudly. "She is our leading Literature teacher."
"Wonderful to meet you," Kida said, bowing low.

"Oh!" Anita smiled and rushed forward. "Princess Kidaga—"

"Kida." Kida smiled.

Anita bowed to her. "Great to meet you too! My husband actually also works here. His name is Roger. He's one of the music teachers."
"Music." Kida nodded. "I have never really listened to real music. Only music made by drums and gongs and flutes."
"That's lovely too, dear," said Anita distractedly. Kida grinned. She seemed like that kind of person. Always kind, too nice.

"So what type of Literature do you teach, Anita?" Mr. Clayton pressed. "Tell Princess Kida and King."
"Oh, all types!" Anita gushed. "I love historical fiction. And Shakespeare is just great to teach kids. Plays, great novels, poetry, I teach whatever. In a way, I teach a type of English, but for kids who are further advanced in that field. If they want to get a job as a writer, perhaps?"
Kida nodded. "Literature is very important to me. I love to read."
"Are you multilingual, Kida?" Anita wanted to know.

"Yes," Kida replied.

Anita looked delighted. "What languages can you speak?"
"French; Spanish; Japanese; Atlantian, of course; English, Hebrew, Latin, and Swahili," Kida spoke out the list with great pride.

Anita looked on the verge of shock. "Fluently, dear?"
Kida nodded. "Fluently."
"Where on earth did you get this information from?" Anita demanded.

Kida shrugged. "I travel. I like to meet new people and learn their customs. And I'm a very fast learner."
"Kidagakash. Has big mind," said King with a smile. "Absorb much knowledge. Like sponge. It is inside of her. She knows many things. Some things I teach. Some things she know. Many thing she go out and learn."
Anita smiled. "That's delightful! You must attend my class at some point while you're in New York, Kida, and give my students a lesson!"
Kida smiled and bowed. "As you wish."

"Come, Kida," Mr. Clayton called. "Let's move on. What would you like to see next?"
"How about History of worlds?" Kida requested. "That is a particularly interesting subject."
Mr. Clayton didn't seem to agree, but he smiled widely and led her to a classroom.

"So let's have a group review about what we learned about Greenland and its important exports and chief trades," a geeky man with big thick glasses was saying at the front of the class.

"Mr. Milo Thatch," Mr. Clayton introduced. "The youngest and most brilliant teacher we have. Mr. Thatch, this is Princess Kida and the king of Atlantis." He turned to Kida. "He teaches History here at Disney High."
"Fascinating!" Milo took off his glasses and hurried to the back of the room. "Is it true you are multilingual, Princess Kida?"
Kida smiled. "Oui, monsieur."

"Como se aprende idiomas?" Milo asked. (This means How do you learn these languages? In Spanish.)

"Hago un monton de viajar," Kida responded, as she had to Anita. (She said, "I do a lot of traveling." Spanish).

"Amazing!" cried Milo. "Scire quid?" (Do you know Latin? In Latin.)

"Utique, domine." Said Kida. (Yes, sir. Latin).

"Wow!" cried Milo, obviously thrilled. "Do you know Hindi?"
"No," Kida told him.

Milo's face fell. "What else?"
"Hebrew. Swahili. Japanese. Atlantian."

"Say something!" cried Milo. "In Atlantian!"
"Enough!" roared Mr. Clayton. "Kida wants to move on now!"

No, I don't, Kida thought. But she thought it was best she went on.

"Is it time for the assembly now?" Mr. Clayton asked her outside in the hallway.

"Assembly?" Kida turned. "I don't understand, Mr. Clayton."

"We are having a general assembly," Mr. Clayton told Kida. "To introduce you and your father to the students."
Kida frowned.
"Just think of it!" Mr. Clayton roared, his eyes going wild. "You will have the admiration of all these students! None of them, not one, Princess, has ever met an Atlantian, or spoken to royalty before. I'm sure of it."
Kida took a deep breath. "Alright, Mr. Clayton." She said. "Assembly it is."
Mr. Clayton smiled. "Wonderful."

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The students just kept staring at Kida, speechless.

They were watching the stage, only seeing their principal standing up there next to a gorgeous girl, very much in shape, with pale blue eyes, kissy lips, and snow white hair.

"Would you like to….ah, say a few words, Princess Kida?" Mr. Clayton asked.

Kida looked at him. "No, thank you."
Mr. Clayton just kept smiling and extended his hand with the microphone in it.

"I'd rather not," Kida said, still keeping a frozen smile on her face. "I have nothing I want to say. I already agreed to finance your school and—"

"Would you like to hear Princess Kida say a few words?" Mr. Clayton asked the school.

There was silence, and a few catcalls from annoying boys.

"I said, 'Would you like to hear Princess Kida say a few words?'" Mr. Clayton bellowed.

"Yes, Mr. Clayton!" the students chorused.

Mr. Clayton shoved the microphone into Kida's hands.

Kida just stared at it for a while, then awkwardly moved to center stage.

"Well, hello," she said calmly. "I'm honored to be here. My father is actually here as well, but he doesn't speak very good English. Sooo….I'm here, I guess."
Silence. You could hear a pin drop.

"You all," Kida said slowly, choosing her words carefully. "Go to school in a very…old place. It's rather….."
"A dump!" some kid yelled.

"Trashbucket!" someone else followed.

"The crappiest school in the New York state!"

"Please, please, enough!" Kida hollered.

Silence again.

"It is a bit….crappy," Kida agreed. "I'm here to help finance so you all can have whatever you need."
"Finance with that jewel thingy hangin' off your neck?" demanded some kid from the back. He was obviously a senior, Kida thought, because he had a goatee.

"No!" Kida said sharply, a hand going over her Crystal protectively.

The Crystal was her life force, the only remainder left of her mother. If the Crystal was ever detached from Kida's neck, her life force would be totally and utterly lost.

She'd die.

She hoped it would never come to that.

"Then where are you gonna get the money?" Goatee Kid asked.

"I'm a princess," said Kida, with a "duh" expression on her face.

Goatee Kid smiled. "You're hot!"
Kida shook her head, shoved the microphone back at Mr. Clayton and stepped backstage.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Clayton demanded urgently.

There was too much attention on her Crystal.

"I feel sick," Kida lied.

Mr. Clayton frowned. "I'll call the assembly off. No problem, Princess."

Yeah, Kida thought. No problem for you. What if my Crystal gets stolen? Some people, like that Goatee Kid, already had their eye on it.

Mr. Clayton smiled reassuringly at her.

Kida took a deep breath and headed off the stage.

I'm having fun writing this! So I'm trying to establish a pattern with the point of views, maybe, if you've noticed.

It goes: Wendy, Peter, Ariel, Jim, Kida. And I'll throw in some others along the way to make it interesting.

So…yeah! Thanks for the reviews so far! Keep reading and reviewing!