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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.

MinAera · Sports, voyage et activités
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Pretty Smile (d)

I shook my head. "That's enough. That's an easy matter." I could sneak out of school and skip the next two classes. But… I won't escape Jackie's grasp seeing my state like this.

The door of the art class was opened by someone. Shyla, squealed in surprise seeing my messy self. He even needed to put his palms to his lips, his eyes wide as if something had caught his eyeballs.

"OMG, Daph. You can graduate if the principal sees your appearance. The rules at this school forbid students from soiling their uniforms, let alone looking messy like that."

"Think of it as a myth." And yeah, I could have looked like a thug with my lips pierced, dyed my hair, and worn boys' accessories. Turning to Marcel, I waved my hand in the air. "Bye. Thanks for this artistic touch." I gave him my angelic sweet smile.

Marcel nodded, still maintaining his goofy grin. I trotted over to Shyla, leaving art class covered in oil stains.

"I have a spare uniform. You can borrow it from me," Shyla was kind to me.

As much as I could ignore the stares and laughter of the children along the hall as we headed to the girls' restroom to clean the stains on my hair while Shyla intended to stop by the locker to get her uniform.

"God bless you." I smiled sincerely at him. We parted ways at a crossroads. I jogged to the toilet, avoiding the intimidating stares of the other students. Luckily an outcast student like Shyla is still useful to me. God is good.