Chapter 18: Arriving at School (Part 5): Not So Kind, Princesses.

-Go! - Rhian was surprised seeing the list - so small, and you already have the qualification to be a child prince, the rest of us have to wait at least until the age of 13.

The boy looked sincerely admired.

That didn't make Agatha any less nervous, but suddenly an idea struck her mind and she saw Rhian for what he was, a prince ready to help a person in distress.

- Can you stay with Jacob? - I ask Rhian.

He held onto his sleeve subconsciously, staring at him desperately.

Although they had only known him for 5 minutes, the boy seemed reliable.

He didn't quite like him, but Agatha knew it was because he was a boy, she had never gotten along with boys.

Probably because they were the strongest and most enthusiastic at throwing stones at her and (if they were together) at Sophie.

But Rhian didn't look like someone who would hurt a child.

A moment ago I had defended them, I should be able to do something as simple as not leaving the child alone, to prevent him from getting lost and the teachers handling the rest.

- Of course we will be together - I accept Rhian with a charming smile - Anyway, we arrived by the same channel, those who arrive by airmail have to be together a certain champion - he offered him the fist to be bumped.

Jacob stared at him, but returned his fist.

- Don't believe much - he said after he had done it - leaving you hanging would have been rude, but I will go with you so as not to worry Agatha, nor my sister.

- And do you think she is worried? - Rhian asked.

He was curious about this wonderful sister, who seemed to have an immovable place in her little brother's heart.

The prince would probably be surprised one more if he knew that Sophie was Jacob and Adam's sister for only one day.

- It definitely is - Jacob said as he looked out of the corner of his eye at the message tab he had in his blue window.

It showed 20 messages from Sophie to call or answer, and another 5 from Adam that would probably be more if Sophie had not sent 20.

Jacob asked Agatha to bend down and asked in her ear if, she also had messages?

Agatha's system alerted her about the message piling up in her tray, so she answered Jacob yes.

Until Jacob asked him, he hadn't realized that he actually had 20 messages from Sophie also in his own tray.

The poor woman was probably hysterical, half because she stayed at the school for witches, half because her brother would probably be alone in the school for princes.

After all, she had been the one who deduced that they separated the boys from the girls while they were still flying.

I whisper to Jacob to remember to respond to his sister when he had a chance, but not to do so while doing other activities because he might have an accident.

After another series of tips and warnings, which reminded Jacob of his mother before dropping him off at school, Agatha let the boy go.

One of the fairies led Jacob and Rhian with the other boys.

Two others led Agatha in front of the crystal castle.

In front of her, above golden doors, the following mirrored words were read:

SCHOOL FOR TEACHING

OF GOOD AND SPELL

Agatha saw her reflection in the lyrics and breathed a sigh of relief.

Somehow, the lake had not only dried her out, but had restored most of Sophie's work the day before.

So while she wasn't a princess, at least she was decent.

All the girls around her seemed to look at her...

No, they didn't look at her, it wouldn't be the right word, they seemed to look down on her.

Which greatly surprised him.

It was supposed to be a school for the kindest and nicest boys and boys, someone who looks down on others didn't seem to fall into the category of "good person."

Those girls looked like anything but kind.

One in particular looked at her as if she shouldn't be there.

And while it shouldn't be, as far as she knew, she didn't seem to show it to such an extent.

Until she suddenly understood, if the fairies saw her with Rhian, probably they too.

Agatha cast a pleading glance at the sky, wondering, "why me?"

It was obvious that all those girls were jealous, because she had been the first to talk to a prince.

That it sounded arrogant of him to think so?

Yes

Did he have doubts that it was that?

No

How did he know?

Her best friend was a princess.

I knew perfectly well how Sophie would have reacted at least a few days ago to something like that.

But Sophie was much kinder and more understanding than any of these girls.

She wouldn't have looked down on him.

I would have told her directly that the boy would be in better hands with her, and that he will introduce him to her, since Agatha had never been interested.

Yes, that would definitely have been Sophie's reaction.

Do not belittle her, but ask for her support to catch the boy her.

Thinking of yesterday's Sophie.

Agatha was sure that before throwing herself at the boy, she would ask him a thousand times if she really didn't like him, and say that it was a waste that she won't even try.

That it would have been used, definitely, but at least it would have been sincere.

I wouldn't be trying to make her feel bad just to feel better herself.

Of course, that would have been because Sophie didn't need help from anyone to feel better.

She always had a very high self-esteem, and it is a pedestal from which no one, no matter how hard it has already been treated, has been able to throw it away.

Agatha squared her shoulders, raised her head, put her belly in, and followed all the instructions of the song that her friend had sung yesterday afternoon to her and her brothers.

The story was somewhat cheesy, but she liked that it was about two friends from different worlds, rather than just romance.

She wasn't a princess, but she wouldn't let the other girls know.

As Sophie had told her in 1 of her stories yesterday, no one could make her feel inferior without her allowing them to.

She advanced straight and with her head held high to where the fairies guided her and prayed to the heavens to be able to meet the 3 brothers soon.

At last one of the girls approached; Her golden hair was waist-deep, her lips were fleshy, and her eyes were amber. She was so pretty that she looked unreal.

- Hello, my name is Beatrix - she said sweetly - I didn't understand your name.

- It may be because I never told you - replied Agatha, her gaze fixed on the eyes of the girl who called herself Beatrix.

- Are you sure you're in the right place? - Beatrix asked, even more sweetly.

- I...- went to answer Agatha, but interrupted him.

- Maybe you swam to the wrong school - Beatrix said with a smile.

Agatha stared into Beatrix's dazzling eyes.

- This is the School of Good, isn't it? - The legendary school for wonderful and dignified girls who are destined to be princesses?

- Ah - said Beatrix, pursing her lips. - So you're not lost?

- Or confused? —He brought another girl with olive skin and jet hair.

Or blind? —He proposed a third, with marked ruby-black curls.

- In that case, you'll probably have your pass for the Flowerground - said Beatrix.

Agatha blinked.

- My what?

- Your ticket for the Flowerground - Beatrix explained - You understand? That's how we all got here; only officially accepted students have tickets to the Flowerground.

The girls, in unison, raised large golden tickets, where their names were written in calligraphic handwriting and the Director's seal appeared, with a black and white swan.

- Ahhh, that pass for the Flowerground! - Agatha said wryly. - well, no, I don't have it - Agatha made it clear - I am this year's reader - gave for all explanation.

The girls opened their eyes and let out an "oooh!" in chorus.

- And readers don't have a pass? - asked the girl with ruby black curls.

Agatha shook her head.

- As they bring us to the same time, both the student of evil, and the student of good, we travel together in the huge bird - continued Agatha with her explanation.

Deep down he was thanking the system 1000 times for giving him readers' information.

- What about that prince who also arrived in the Stymphal? - He didn't resist asking the girl with jet hair.

- I comment that I had an evil twin - Agatha commented - I imagine that's why they also brought them together.

- Are there two like him? - I ask a girl.

Agatha could have sworn that hearts could be seen in her eyes.

- Just said the other is evil - reprimanded another girl.

- Oh - the girl got depressed.

Apparently, he had only heard the "twin" part.

- Over here, please - a voice interrupted them.

The girls stopped the harassment of Agatha and followed the voice.

She was coming from the direction Agatha was in, so she was first in line.

The girl was mentally going over all the steps to be a princess that Sophie mentioned.

The system was helping him, keeping the front screen with the steps listed.

Sophie's voice sounded like he was singing it next to her:

Straight shoulders

Belly in

The Little Finger

the chin

slowly you will look at everything

Stretching

Advancing

The smile

Not a laugh

What you feel, you won't be able to show.

Agatha considers it a very superficial, if catchy, song, but the story was interesting.

- Welcome, new princesses - greeted her by a floating nymph more than two meters tall, as she moved to the side to let her see a vestibule so magnificent that Agatha was breathless - Welcome to the School of Good.

As they entered the hallway, the girls saw the teachers lined up.

Together they lined the four spiral staircases in the deep glass lobby, two pink, two blue, and threw confetti at new students.

The teachers wore identical dresses in different colors: turtlenecked, with the emblem of the silver swan twinkling over the heart.

Each had added a personal detail to the dress: crystal inlays, beaded embroidered flowers and even a tulle bow.

Teachers, on the other hand, wore fine costumes in a brightly colored rainbow, with matching vests, thin ties and colorful handkerchiefs tucked into pockets embroidered with the same silver swan.

Agatha quickly realized that everyone was more attractive than any adult she had ever seen.

Even the most senior teachers were so elegant that they intimidated her.

Agatha had always tried to convince herself that beauty was useless because it was temporary.

Here is the proof that it was eternal.