My Ranking Points
Sorry that I haven’t written in so long! Anyway, just to clarify, I am going to put a quick summary:
So in the last chapter Crimson got three roses from Nicholas, Snow Whites son, from Oliver, Robin Hood’s son, and from a mysterious Neverboy.
Castor glares at all the students in their folding seats, slobbering on the stage. His suck-up brother Pollux hides behind him, Pollux’s dog head attached to a flamingo carcass.
“YOU WILL ALL HAVE CLASSES FROM EIGHT AM TO THREE PM, THEN YOUR FOREST GROUPS AT FOUR. THE NYMPHS HAVE GIVEN YOU YOUR SCHEDULES AND YOU CAN SEE THAT LUNCH IS AT TWELVE AND ITS IN THE CLEARING. CURFEW IS AT NINE PM. THAT IS ALL,” Castor declares.
“Castor,” A short old woman wearing a dark purple dress with a white waistband shuffles across the stage, waving at all the students.
“Apologies, students,” She says in a sweet, sugary voice. “You will all be given marks for your classes, and the highest marked students will compete in the Trial by Tale. No fighting in classes or disobeying our teachers.” The woman chuckles. “It seems I have forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Mrs. Plum, and I am Goods Dean.” Mrs. Plum smiles. “You are all free to go.”
Students file out of the huge room. I hold on to Emerald’s hand as we’re lost into the fray. Students push to the big double doors, shoving our hands apart.
Golden appears beside me, a smile on her face.
“I-can’;t-believe-you-got-three-roses! You-of-all-people! I-mean, you’re-a-Never, even-though-you-are-in-the-same-dorm-room-as-me, and-I’m-an-Ever!”
I smirk. Even the people here think I’m a Never. It just adds to what I have as evidence to prove I am a Never, not some silly princess.
“Mmm hmm,” I say as she babbles on.
“So, have you met Claire? You know, the purple Reader that lives with us? I mean, she is soooooo cool!” Finally Golden talks at a speed I can understand.
“Um, ya, she’s cool.” I agree, thinking of the reader with her purple hair, dark eyes and thin, bony figure.
Golden rushes off with the crowd. I look for Emerald, feeling utterly left out.
Sasha Chu walks up to me, her face contorted in a sneer.
“Well hello, Wolfie,” She taunts, examining her sharp magenta nails. I grit my teeth and let out a deep breath.
“I’m not ‘Wolfie,'” I snap. Sasha smirks.
“Oh?” She steps on my toe with her heel. “Then get better style, witch.” Sasha smiles and waves at me, then stalks off, smiling at the boys and shoving princesses in her way.
“Insufferable, huh?” A deep voice asks. I turn around to see Nicholas with a casual smirk.
“Who?” I ask, not remembering anything except his smile as it dazzled me into oblivion. He grins wider, a knowing glint in his eye.
“Sasha.” He replies. “Is she not insufferable?”
“Soooo insufferable,” I snort. “She is so selfish and rude.” I freeze. Nicholas nods.
“I totally agree.” He says. I thaw and smile casually, blushing hard. He grins lopsidedly, making me wonder if I look like a tomato. He slings his arm around my shoulder, his cheeks pinking slightly.
Oliver parts bustling people to get to me, getting ***** looks from the crowds. He freezes when he sees Nicholas with an arm around me. His green eyes burn glares into Nicholas’s blue ones.
Oliver shoves Nicholas back, Nicholas’s arm pulling away from my shoulders. I resist the urge to grab his hand back and glare at Oliver.
“She’s my girl!” Oliver yells. Nicholas glances at me, reads my face and turns back to Oliver.
“She’s no one’s girl,” He declares. Oliver roars and dives for Nicholas, but gets lost in the crowds. Nicholas turns to me, glowing victory, but I am surged ahead by the kids pouring out of the huge room.
I search for Emerald’s head, finding thick, shiny golden locks and swimming through the seas of people to the hair. But the girl’s gown is pink, not teal.
“Oh no,” I moan. But Layla is already smirking wickedly and walking towards me, the crowds parting for their school queen.
“Come back for more from the daughter of Sleeping Beauty?” Layla taunted, her teeth even and shiny.
“More what? Praise?” I spat back. People glanced at me, admiring me now that they thought I had praise from their queen.
“What?” Layla sputtered. “No! Of course not!” But Evers were already pushing their queen away, dazzled by a new Royal Commander of the School for Good.
I darted out of the way, desperate for evidence I wasn’t an Ever. I saw sparkling emerald eyes and peach skin and threw myself into the maze of Evers, finally reaching Emerald.
“Goodness, that crowd!” Emerald exclaimed. I laughed with her as the crowd thinned, many people trailing up to their rooms.
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omg that was amazing! I kinda ship Nicholas and Crimson 🙂