This place..It just gives basic a whole new meaning. As if actually going to class wasn’t bad enough, after years of home-schooling, without the café only selling basic foods, and the dorm rooms being dull as a winter’s day in July. But she’d have to make do. Also, there was no drama. The place was lifeless. Filled with obnoxious royals and nobles, trying to get on with their daily routine, and get good grades, so when they got back to the palace they would be allowed to do all their normal activities.
So there she was, Countess Delilah Felicity, sitting in the small café of a high school for royals. A place filled with other people, all her age, with similar upbringings to her own, and yet, she hated it. She supposed, back home, it was better, because she stood out from the crowd. She was the royal, so to speak, so she got treated amazingly. Here, she was just another royal. Nothing special.

She didn’t like being treated like everyone else. She was used to being spoiled. Used to waking up every day, leading her life of drama, then reporting it to the press the next day. She was used to going outside of her door, and being leaped upon by paparazzi. It wasn’t like that here.

So there she was, nibbling on her salad. Typical royal food. Salad. It didn’t taste right though. She didn’t think it was possible to get a salad that didn’t taste right. But this one didn’t. And, the worst: a plastic fork. Who does that? How was she meant to eat with a plastic fork? Ever heard of stainless steel? Obviously not.

And she was writing too. She already had homework. She’d never had to do homework before. She’d always made excuses before, about how she’d had to attend such and such an event, and couldn’t get it done. Of course, teacher’s back home (before she was home schooled, and actually went to a normal school) loved those excuses. They always wanted to know what famous people were there, and how it was, and all the gossip. So she made up excuses.

Somehow, she didn’t think that was going to work here.

Damn them.