9 9. Arabella. Take her on.

Pristine high was so much different from my former school it was modelled the way schools were modelled outside the country. It was not like I've ever been abroad but then I knew how the schools over there looked like from the movies that I watched. 

In fact, when I stepped into the school I wondered if I was still in Nigeria.

After arranging my locker and posting pictures of my favourite actresses in it. I closed it and looked at my time table at the back of my book. I stood there staring at it over and over again as if the words were written in Latin.

When I finally got enough courage I Flipped the pages close, then I took out my biology text book from my locker and went up stairs for my first class.

Although I was going to be an art student, I still very much loved to study biology.

And even if I didn't want to, my dad insisted that I did.

Getting to the door of the class I realized that I was already late. I hoped the teacher would let me of the hook because it was my first day.

I took in deep breathes and exhaled through my mouth. I didn't know why I was nervous, I was the Queen in my former school. Not the mean ones but the ones that actually stayed in their lane and minded their business. But I was Queen anyway with lots of friends and a few enemies.

I am a Queen, I just had to remember that. I shouldn't be nervous.

I did not like feeling fear. My flatmate would say 'bravery flowed in me like blood'. But now for some reason I was scared.

I didn't know exactly why I was shaking, yes it's a school for the wealthy and I was so very out of place but still I was as human as they were. I shouldn't be scared. I was human too.

But I didn't belong here. But I couldn't keep looking down at myself, if I did then I would have paved the way for them to look down at me. I had to keep my head high. Rich or not.

"Arabella just do as you have done all this while. Mind your business stay in your lane. Speak up for the bullied and study. It's that simple." I said to myself.

I took in another deep breathe and pushed the door open finally deciding not to be afraid anymore.

When I walkrd in everyone stared at me like I was some sort of alien. I could feel my heart race increase and all bravery sipped away from my lungs.

I was getting scared and there was only one way to survive this day. If only I could shut my emotions.

I could and that's exactly what I did. I shut it off.

"You're late." The teacher said. He was glaring at me. From the way he looked at me it was obvious that he felt that I didn't belong here.

He was a short man with a big head, his hair started from almost the middle of his head. He looked like he was in his late thirties and was putting on a suit. He would have looked nicer had he not had this distasteful look on his face.

"I'm sorry Sir." I bowed curtly.

"Sorry? You will only be pardoned today because it is your first day. Do not let this repeat itself again. Walk in and introduce yourself." He Instructed.

A girl whispered to her friend quite loudly. "Poor people are always late. She must be the transfer student. The one that won the scholarship."

She eyed me distastefully and I eyed her back. I scoffed.

"My name is Arabella Junior." I said loudly. I put my head up proudly, my voice unwavering. I tried not to look into the curios faces thee were watching me right this moment.

"Sit near Tatiana." My teacher said.

I looked at Him with raised brows. I was so trying to stop myself from asking 'who the hell is Tatiana and how am I suppose to know who she is. You yourself just said I was a_

"Tatiana raise your hands so she can see you." He said, looking away from my slightly annoyed glare. He must have figured out the flaw in his instruction from the confused look on my face.

Just like my luck would have it, which by the way it was always bad. Tatiana was the exact same girl bad mouthing me just a few seconds ago.

I looked back to express my displeasure but the teacher was already on the board scribbling some letters.

"Now the branches of biology include__"

I breathed out resignedly. I knew he would not listen to me. Maybe he would if I was somebody, but I was nobody.

"Don't worry you can take her Arabella, You can take her." A voice in my head said convincingly.

I swallowed but I was convinced either way.