Cornered, that is what I felt at the moment in my thoughts.
Hands currently massaged their way through my hair as I relaxed my head backward allowing myself to succumb to the numbness of being spoiled.
Was this right?
No.
Was it necessary?
Yes.
I let out a long stress deflating sigh. I told myself never again do I want to speak of it, but yet my thoughts want to scream out loud.
"Oh dear, that sigh didn't sound like a happy woman who just got engaged. It was more a sigh of a woman who's trying to forget her ex." Zara said while she held up a towel signalling my bath was over. I giggled at her statement and lifted myself from the tub.
"Well, I wouldn't know much about those kinds of sighs. For one, I am still known to be a teen and two I have never had a boyfriend. Meaning I have also never had an ex." I heard at least 5 gasps after those words left my mouth.
"What?" Britney's eyes were so wide I thought they'd fall from her head.
"You've never experienced love and heartbreak?!" Xophie exclaimed, her turquoise hair fell from its messy bun as she wildly shook her head in disbelief.
"You've never even had a crush?" It was Zoey this time that questioned me, but all I could do for them was stare like I did nothing wrong.
"We're preparing an angel for a devil." Zara said while groaning in what sounded like dread. I felt my eyebrows crease, but Clara's laughter cut my words before they formed.
"More like a saint who enjoys her bible study, for an atheist who takes pride in seducing the whole Illuminati." I scoffed not believing my ears.
"Excuse me?" All around me heads were bobbing up and down with sad looks plastered on their faces as they agreed with the horror of a scenario that just left Clara's mouth.
"Hello!"
"She is the true virgin Mary." Zoey stated, ignoring me.
"No-no, she is queen Elizabeth the first. We shall call her 'The Virgin Queen'." All around the room they ooh'd and aah'd, nodding and high-fiving each other. They were bloody ignoring me!
"If one of you doesn't start speaking! I think I will personally see each of your heads roll from a royal beheading tea party!" They all backed up fearing me.
"Well you see... Master Fabian has been abstinent for two years, and he's been very adamant about his... Frustrations. In short, you're like a juicy lamb being hovered in front of a carnivorous lion." Zara said as she toweled me down and the others smirked at me.
"So when you say preparing, using the lamb terms. You all are acting as world class chefs preparing me; the already dead prime cut lamb chops, for Fabian. The very hungry house cat. Yes?" A small tight smile formed on her Zara's lips as she gave a one simple nod of her head.
I really wanted to be angry but I couldn't find it myself. Once again I found myself resigning to my fate.
"It's not like he can touch me without my permission, so I'd say I have a little more power than that dead lamb. In fact, I am still in the wild being as cautious as a deer." I shrugged my shoulders and let out an arrogant "humph," while everyone around me erupted in laughter.
I listened to Charlie whistle a happy tune as I sat in the back of what I now liked to call my black chariot.
"Are you excited?" I looked out the window peering upon the school building of blue marble and glass windows. I hated it, but I turned to Charlie giving him a happy smile.
"I hope I can make some new friends." He let out a hearty chuckle.
"Yes, and don't forget to invite them over, it'll be rude not to." Charlie got out of the car and came to my door, holding it open for me.
I stepped out the car smoothing out my white dress blouse that I paired with dark blue skinny jeans, and nude colored booties.
"Ah! You made it, and right on time I see." I looked up into a pair of chocolate brown eye's that gave off a motherly air.
"Hello Mrs. Gulding." Charlie hugged the grey-haired woman as if he were hugging an old friend and she beamed at him when they came apart.
"Ambrosia this is Angela K. Gulding wife of Andrew Gulding, and she is your new school chairman." I extended my hand to give her a handshake, only to have her erupt in laughter.
"Young lady if you don't give me a hug and quit that military way of greeting people. I think I may have to teach you some manners." Charlie coughed in an exaggerated attempt to cover his howls of laughter but was fooling no one while I promptly gave Angela a hug.
"Oh, I see I will like you very much." She gave me a large smile before turning into the school.
"Go on." I turned to see charlie giving me a reassuring smile before I stepped through the doorway.
My mouth came unhinged, it was like I just walked into a museum of rare artifacts. There were crystal chandeliers hanging from impossibly high ceilings and the floors above looked to be made of glass because I could see right through the ceiling above my head.
I heard a giggle and turned to see Mrs. Gulding smiling like a three-year-old child that had been caught causing mischief.
"I take it you like it?" I nodded in agreement.
"Well, this is the glass hallway, and unfortunately not all the rooms are like this one; because apparently the whole place would always be in danger of lighting everything on fire, but whatever." Angela rolled her eyes and made large hand gestures showing her annoyance of the fact she couldn't have a complete glass castle and I erupted in genuine laughter for the first time since I got here.
The woman looked at me as if I were ludicrous and had lost my mind, but to her disappointment it only made me laugh harder. I felt tears form in my eyes and my stomach began to ache but her stare had laughter bubbling out of me from even from my darkest depths.
"I-I apologize." Another line of giggles escaped my mouth as I wiped away a tear.
"Your face was so priceless I couldn't help it."
"Well I am glad you're done!" I gave her a small sympathetic smile; one that always helped me get out of trouble, but Mrs. Gulding narrowed her eyes at me rendered me warned.
"Now! As. I. Was. Saying... This is the glass hall it is the only type of its kind in the school and it is often where the girls have small music performances or dances. There is always some sort of activity taking place here." She snapped her neck toward me, her eyes still narrowed as if checking to see if I even cracked a smile.
In my defense I was not smiling, I was grinning.
It's two different things.
Angela gave me yet another stern look before turning down the hall.
The hallways began to wind, and I saw more and more students quickly noticing that this was indeed an all girl's school. The discovery made me frown; for I was a known tomboy and couldn't stand girls for too long, knowing they would now surround me made me pout even more.
We made several turns, and I already received several glares from various strange girls around me. I had already begun to classify the social groups, but I had yet to identify which group was the hierarchy above them all. We stopped in front of a staircase and Angela turned toward Charlie.
"Don't you think you can wait for her... While in your car, to ask her how her day was? Instead of being there to ruin the surprise?" I was about to ask if he could stay but Charlie boomed with laughter before giving a curt nod and dismissing himself without another word. I pressed my lips grim with worry.
Mrs. Gulding was giggling like a two-year-old.
"I assure you he was weeping all the way back to the car, but if you think he should come back, we can always call him." I don't know why but her tone felt mocking and the questioning smirk she was giving me was taken as a dare.
"I think I will be fine." she half huffed and half scoffed and her mocking smile continued.
"Well, I am glad the new royal baby doesn't need her babysitter." She said as she began waltzing up the stairs, for an old hag she sure was fit.
"Now that Charlie's gone I can drop my pretenses and give you a proper welcome." I felt my eyes narrow at her change in character.
"You can address me as Angela. A lot of the girls here normally refer to me as mama. You will never have the right, not for what you have cost me!"
We reached the top of the white marble staircase and there she was standing like the queen bee at the ball.
She was slender she had white platinum blonde hair, and blue sapphires for eye's. She reminded me of my new mother-in-law but a much smaller version of her. Her lips were full and pretty in pink and her eyelashes were long and coated in a thick layer of mascara that made them look to be the texture of moth wings.
She was pretty looking and could easily be mistaken as innocent, but I knew better from my experiences with other queens. They could look as beautiful as they are, but they couldn't care less about the weak willed and would manipulate you worse than peter piper.
"Really grandmother? This was my competition?! The woman Fabian; had to marry-excuse me, has married since someone pulled her from her useless mother's corpse." I flinched, but Angela almost purred her reply.
"Don't underestimate the power of doll faces; they usually are the best whores, they can teach me a thing or two to use in my old age." Angela's laugh was icy and her tone completely dejected me. It were as if she was explaining her annoyance to have to wipe her child's bottom after it made a bowel movement.
The queen bee looked bored with me, but she then scanned me as if searching for something till finally her eyes landed on exactly what she wanted to see. Her eyes lit up like she was ogling over her favorite pair of shoes. She shot out her hand and quickly tugged my engagement ring off my finger and placed it on her own.
"No whore is deserving of this rock. I think I shall keep it company."
I truly wanted to feel something as she placed my engagement ring on her finger, but could I felt nothing. It was almost as if she had just removed one of my many shackles and claimed its burden as her own.
Like a fool unknowing to what she truly was tying herself onto, she exuded utter happiness. In that moment she was the jester to my royal court, and she was fully in character.
"Look girls, I am going to be the wife of Fabian Vector!" A ton of girls swarmed her after her announcement and began squealing and randomly frolicking. Angela had a smug smile on her face but I kept my composure remaining silent.
"I would like it if you showed me to class please."
Angela raised one of her eyebrows as if she were questioning my sanity; trust me I wanted her to, but as if she somehow knew better she led me to my class.
Without any further words.
The "queen bee" and her hive remained; thoroughly ensnared to the web which was owned by Fabian Vector, and I flew into her hive. To become the queen.
Ha-ha. Ha-ha. Ha-haaa.
How I love the jester's play.