Chapter 2: History of the Past

I'm stunned. I can't even think straight. Maybe Mr. Mark talked to Mom and got her to let me attend school! Well, that doesn't make sense, since the boy seems to be my age.

He's a bit taller than me, with really bright green eyes that pop with color, and fluffy white hair. But, he's wearing a suit???

"Uh, hey," I say awkwardly, forcing a smile on my face. "Mom?"

"Oh, Raven," my mom says as if she forgot that the boy stood there, "this is Prince Phoenix." She says it so casually.

OH, oh no. Okay well, I freeze up for a moment. Then I turn to him and say, "Nice to meet you, Your Highness." Then, I do the most embarrassing thing I could do, and I bow!

"Um, Raven, you're a woman. Women curtsy," my mom says to me. 

"Oh, right, I uh, I forgot." I laugh nervously, then curtsy. I look up, too embarrassed to face Prince Phoenix and turn to my mom.

"Well, I'm going to go get a snack real quick, then I'm gonna go work on my homework. Is that okay?"

"Yes, take your time on it, alright?"

"Kay'."

I quickly head into our huge kitchen, before I embarrass myself any further. Groaning, I call myself an idiot and make a mental note to ask Dad for some new books on themes based inside castles. Then maybe I'll learn a bit more about royalty.

Wait, why and how does Mom know a prince, let alone, Prince Phoenix?

I grab our tea kettle, fill it with water, and go into our massive dry food storage, with all my favorites. Canned pitted black olives and chocolate wafers are included. I grab a chocolate-covered wafer bar to enjoy while the water begins to simmer. 

I also make a mental note to ask mom how she knows the Prince.

I make my favorite Chamomile and Vanilla tea with two small packages of Yruvia sugar and head upstairs. 

I stare down at the spot where I previously ran into Prince Phoenix and mom. I sigh of relief hoping that I won't have to encounter any more awkward situations anymore today. 

I head into my room, and I grab my favorite crop top, slipping out of my hoodie and replacing it with my other deformed and ripped hoodie. This one is covered in spray paint, so I don't mind dirtying it any further. My black leggings should be fine, but I grab my previously spray-painted pair to change into when I get to the room.

Afterward, I head to the room with the lock on it. My mom knows it by the name 'study' so she doesn't suspect my art is in there. She knows not to bother me while I'm inside unless it is an emergency, so I can relax.

I immediately grab my red spray paint and begin to finish what I had started the last time I'd been in there. I want to make my wings pop out with a vibrant red color. Then again, when is it ever finished?

I let myself loose and I start to change into my leggings before drawing whatever comes to mind until there is a knock at the door.

"Raven, can you come out so I can speak to you for a moment?" my mom's voice sounds through the door.

"I'll be right there."

 I pull off my graffitied hoodie, fix my hair in the mirror next to the door, and open up, slipping through the small crack without hesitation.

Thankfully I hadn't changed into my other pair of leggings. Relief fills me until I look up and see the concerned and anxious look on my mom's face.

"What's up, mom?" I ask.

"Honey, we need to talk," she replies.