Dating Prince Charming - Chapter 1
This is my first story, so don't be toooo harsh on me. But pls do comment. Tks a lot. The picture is how I thought Libby should look like.
"Mom!!! I don't want to leave!! This is so unfair!" I screamed.
"Sorry, baby----"
"Quit the apologizing, I will never go!" I snapped in Mom's face.
"Alright! I promise you IPod touch. Now will you go? You will meet new friends there. PLEASE... besides, you already got a scholarship to the best school there." Damn! I'll always give in when she look at me with those big brown eyes. Why am I so soft? "I am not happy about this..." "YAY!!"
Hi, I am Libby, a 17-year-old girl and I alone with my single mother (my father ran away with some idiots when I am 15 and I don't want to talk about it.) Mom is younger than me in many ways, she is fun, outgoing sort of childish too. While I am the one who think logically, but my friends say that I am fun to hang out with, though I am not very sure of that myself.
So now, I am on my way to Javaliine High School in mom's van because of those big brown eyes and my brains. I am clever and I am not boasting. I have always top my school and never fail a test.
Javaliine High is a school for the rich, basically NPA [no poor allowed]. So why am I there, remember me telling you that I was clever, and my strength is art. Javaliine High is an art school for the rich, after having my face going up on the newspaper; the international arts school sponsored me to this school.
My mom is very proud of me and wanted me to go since she cannot afford it herself. I am simply not interested because, first of all, I am not rich. Second, because I am not rich, I'll probably get mistreated. Thirdly, I had to move which is definitely not what I wanted. I spent 5 months to try not get lose in my small little town and Javaliine is 5 times the size. God!!!
"So where will we be staying?" I asked as I watch mom's face crumple, this is obviously something she did not want to talk about. "Well honey, I will be staying in a one-room flat, while YOU will be staying in the dormitory" she said slowly as she watched my expression. "WHAT!!!!"I shout" Oh fabulous, now I have to put up some stinky room-mate. By the way, since when do rich school like Javaliine have a dorm." "Well, Javaliine High have quit a lot of students from other country like America and Australia, they need to have a dorm so their students from overseas have a place to stay in."
"W-O-W." I was barely listening to mom when I stared out of the window. "Yeah that's Javaliine High." I stared, wide-eyed unable to speak. Is this a school, is looked more like a city. Whoa, don't think I am kidding, I could see a sign that says hospital, they have a hospital in school? "Libby? LIBBY" mom screams "huh? What?" "We have reached there, dear. I am so going to miss you. Come visit me on weekends alright. And this is the map of the school, don't get lose" mom wave me in the huge towering gate. "Here goes," I mumbled to myself.
"Sorry, baby----"
"Quit the apologizing, I will never go!" I snapped in Mom's face.
"Alright! I promise you IPod touch. Now will you go? You will meet new friends there. PLEASE... besides, you already got a scholarship to the best school there." Damn! I'll always give in when she look at me with those big brown eyes. Why am I so soft? "I am not happy about this..." "YAY!!"
Hi, I am Libby, a 17-year-old girl and I alone with my single mother (my father ran away with some idiots when I am 15 and I don't want to talk about it.) Mom is younger than me in many ways, she is fun, outgoing sort of childish too. While I am the one who think logically, but my friends say that I am fun to hang out with, though I am not very sure of that myself.
So now, I am on my way to Javaliine High School in mom's van because of those big brown eyes and my brains. I am clever and I am not boasting. I have always top my school and never fail a test.
Javaliine High is a school for the rich, basically NPA [no poor allowed]. So why am I there, remember me telling you that I was clever, and my strength is art. Javaliine High is an art school for the rich, after having my face going up on the newspaper; the international arts school sponsored me to this school.
My mom is very proud of me and wanted me to go since she cannot afford it herself. I am simply not interested because, first of all, I am not rich. Second, because I am not rich, I'll probably get mistreated. Thirdly, I had to move which is definitely not what I wanted. I spent 5 months to try not get lose in my small little town and Javaliine is 5 times the size. God!!!
"So where will we be staying?" I asked as I watch mom's face crumple, this is obviously something she did not want to talk about. "Well honey, I will be staying in a one-room flat, while YOU will be staying in the dormitory" she said slowly as she watched my expression. "WHAT!!!!"I shout" Oh fabulous, now I have to put up some stinky room-mate. By the way, since when do rich school like Javaliine have a dorm." "Well, Javaliine High have quit a lot of students from other country like America and Australia, they need to have a dorm so their students from overseas have a place to stay in."
"W-O-W." I was barely listening to mom when I stared out of the window. "Yeah that's Javaliine High." I stared, wide-eyed unable to speak. Is this a school, is looked more like a city. Whoa, don't think I am kidding, I could see a sign that says hospital, they have a hospital in school? "Libby? LIBBY" mom screams "huh? What?" "We have reached there, dear. I am so going to miss you. Come visit me on weekends alright. And this is the map of the school, don't get lose" mom wave me in the huge towering gate. "Here goes," I mumbled to myself.
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