[𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵!!]

As you left your taxi and walked into the grounds of Queen Angeline’s School for royals, you noticed a few of the students being driven by luxurious carriages, accustomed by their butlers or maids. You rolled your eyes as a few of them stared at you and whispered something to their rich snotty friends. It was obvious you weren’t rich like them, based on your casual but cozy clothes and lack of expensive jewelry. You were the only one at the school on a scholarship. Then, you and the rest of the royals were greeted by the headmistress.

“Welcome, your high majesties, and.. scholars.. to Queen Angeline’s School for Royals! Please, follow me to the front desk and we will help escort you to your future dorms and choose your classes.” She turned and began leading everyone inside. The way she said ‘scholars’ was in a distasteful tone, and she looked directly at you, almost as if she didn’t want a normal folk in such a prestigious school.