1 A Pampered Princess and a Lookalike

I walk down the halls of my high school, on my way to class. I wear a bright smile on my face as always, my long blond hair flowing with every step I take, so long it's starting to curl at the end, and my sky blue eyes sparkling from the sunlight coming in from the windows. All around me are my various admirers, complimenting me on my way to class as they always do, telling me things like, "You're so beautiful", "I would kill for a body like yours", "How do you make your skin so smooth and shiny?", etc etc. It's the same thing I hear every day at this school. I even receive compliments from those who are set to become great adventurers someday.

However, it's nothing but a bunch of lies. The compliments I receive, the happy expressions everyone always gives me, and the bright smile on my face, it's all nothing but a big lie. I know this because I'm the daughter of the presidents of Mieko Corp, and I'm said to inherit the family business. The students around me want to be on good terms with me and want to be my friends because of that fact. Many of the males only attempt to try and be my friend because they want a chance to "get in my pants" as they say. As for the future adventurers, I have no idea what they're thinking, but I know a fake smile when I see one. Maybe it's envy; I don't have to become an adventurer like them to be set for life, so maybe they're jealous of me for that fact.

Either way, it doesn't change how I feel about all this. I actually want to be an adventurer, but because of the family I was born into, that can never happen. The people around me are jealous of me and want to be in my position, but I also want to be in their position. I want to go out and be an average everyday girl who can have fun with girl friends and fall in love with a boy who treats me right and not have to deal with all this rich girl bullshit. I want to tell off the people that surround me, but if I did that, they'd just call me an egotistical rich girl bitch or something of the sort and treat me like crap, which would just give me another reason to be depressed.

So for now, I'll just continue to smile the fake smile I always wear, I'll continue to pay close attention in class and do my best to keep the top grades in all my classes, and I'll continue just being a doll for other people to admire and use as they see fit. There's nothing I can do to change my fate, and I'm far too afraid to even think of killing myself. I just wish I could've been born as somebody else.

I sit down at my desk in my first class, front and center, waiting for class to begin as I continue making small talk with my many admirers. It only takes but a couple minutes for the teacher to walk in. "Now now, settle down everyone and take your seats."

Everyone around me takes their seats and I smile at our teacher. "Good morning Mrs. Patterson."

She returns my smile warmly. "And good morning to you Sara." My teachers are some of the only people who actually treat me like I'm just another student, and I couldn't be more thankful for that, so I will show them the respect they deserve. "Alright class, today we have a transfer student. I'm going to tell you now that his appearance is infamous, but I will not tolerate any kind of bullying towards him in my class, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Mrs. Patterson!" The entire class says, but I already know that their words aren't true. I already know what she means by "infamous appearance" as well. It can only mean one thing in this world. And my assumption is proven to be correct when I see the boy that walks in. He has smooth, jet black hair, dark grey eyes, pale skin, and he looks rather skinny as well underneath his long sleeve shirt and pants.

His appearance matches perfectly with that of a black fiend; a deadly type of monster that requires an adventurer at the highest level to kill. Anyone who has even the slightest similarity to the fiends are considered to be evil, heartless creatures themselves, and are treated as such; with fear or are heavily bullied to "try and get the fiend out of them". It honestly makes me sick, and what makes me fear for this boy is that he looks almost exactly like how a black fiend would. The only differences are the color of his eyes, and they are rather bright and filled with life, where as with a black fiend, light doesn't reach their eyes and they appear lifeless, not to mention their eyes are black.

The instant the boy walks into the room, every student grows silent, and afraid, and it shows on their faces as well. I believe Mrs. Patterson and I are the only ones who are wearing blank expressions in the room. "Go on, feel free to introduce yourself." Mrs. Patterson says to the boy.

The boy looks to the rest of the class, speaking quietly, but loud enough for us to hear, with a monotone expression and voice. "My name is Jeshan. I'm 18 years old. Looking forward to working with you all." He dips his head in a light bow and looks back up, his eyes widening just a bit, almost unnoticeably, when they land on me. I tilt my head as I notice the subtle movement of his eyelids, but assume it's because of the fact that I'm the only one not looking at him with a fearful gaze. He keeps his eyes fixated on me until Mrs. Patterson gives him his seat, the desk right behind mine.