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The Princess and The Bad Boy

After her mother dies, Daphne Lane has to go with her father and stepmother who is a queen to Luisa Island, a small (fictional) island that is very prosperous. To become a member of the royal family, she is taken to a mansion in Los Angeles (Twin City of the capital of Luisa) to be taught manners. During the debriefing, she was mentored directly by her stepmother and got a private tutor. In an instant, Daphne's free life begins to be restricted by rules. A set of rules that become a habit should not be broken. Like it or not, Daphne must follow the rules that apply in her life. Transferring to a new school, Daphne immediately becomes the spotlight there as the Princess of Luisa. Although many are queuing up to become her new friends, Daphne prefers to befriend the children who are members of the "Dumped Students" to avenge the crimes of the popular students' club led by Trixie Marshall. Despite being known as a trouble-provoking and a school bouncer, no one knows how Daphne has felt since losing her mother and having to live under the same roof as a stepmother who upholds manners and often compares her to Christabel. Her stepmother and even father also began to make her feel alienated in her new environment. Daphne tries to escape by tricking the security. But unfortunately amid her attempt to escape, she actually 'meets' with Justin Lancaster, an annoying guy who is a troublemaker at school. So her journey to the place of contemplation was again interrupted by the boy's presence.

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"Daphne Westlake."

The sleepy me jerked my head towards Mr. Jenkins. The Algebra teacher was on his hips, tapping his shoes on the floor over and over while I needed to point at myself like an idiot.

"Who else is the student here named Daphne Westlake?" Next to Mr. Jenkins was pulled up, causing me to swallow hard. Hell, I don't like people calling my surname 'Westlake'.

"Yes, sir?"

"Do question number three." Mr. index finger Jenkins held up the pages of my book. I looked at him once more, giving him my 'wtf' look hoping he was pointing the wrong way.

Bloody fucking hell. I'm the dumbest in math. Don't be asked to do one question in the future. Just doing homework I often overslept and ended up being punished in class the next morning.

"Eh, but, sir..." I tried to dodge. "I'm a transfer student. At my old school, the chapter didn't end here, sir." I crossed my fingers behind my back.

Mr. Jenkins raised his squinted glasses. "Where was your school before?"

"Florida Stalag 14 High School."

"Florida Stalag 14 High School has even passed this chapter."

I could feel a rat squeak in my stomach at Mr. Jenkins. Some of the students in this class held back their amused grins at my stupid face. I scratched my hair, cursing in my head. For the potato cakes I've ever made, I can't do this thing! What am I supposed to do up front while my friends see me back there—and my idiotic mind says some of the guys over there are peeking at my short uniform skirt? Dead already.

Lifting myself off the bench, I started walking past the other benches. Looking back, I seemed to be confronted by dozens of demons waiting for me to be executed. Then when I looked ahead, I saw flames rising high, licking almost to my feet, like it was on Hades' throne.

Spontaneously I screamed and moved backward until I bumped into someone's body.

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