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	[color=6593F5][i]“Forget about what you know about high schools, the bus rides that take anywhere from half an hour or more just to get to school, the fundraisers for the local firehouse, or the broken A/C during the summer. This isn’t one of those schools. No, rather this is Palm Beach where lions sleep both figuratively and quite literally. Kings Academy is what you would come to expect from its name….filled with 'royalty'. It’s less of a kingdom and more of a jungle. You see King’s Academy is like a giant watering hole; you have the jocks who bash on their chests like Gorillas. The populars who demand all the attention like peacocks or zebra, [i]more of a distraction if you ask me...[/i] and of course the freaks and geeks like me sprinkled in with everything else in between. Anyways, it was finally the first last day of my entire school year career. Let’s just hope it goes by as fast as those race cars everyone here and there mothers likes to drive.”
[right]------------Checkmate, Queen of Kings[/right][/i][/color]

	Aaliyah put the final touches onto her latest blog, letting her active audience listen to her latest chapter in her never ending life story. It was almost too surreal to think it was finally over, well practically over, she just needed to turtle out the rest of the school year like she had for the last three years. That was a perk of being a wallflower, she was just as invisible as the imperfections on the plastics. Aaliyah locked her laptop and was about to shut it close until she stopped and caught herself in her reflection. You know when you open your camera and its front faced so you see your horrible face? Yeah it was a lot like that. Her face grimaced in disgust as there was still dried drool hugging the sides of her mouth while her glasses were slipping down her nose, what a mess. With an exaggerated sigh she pushed up her glasses and closed her laptop muttering to herself in the process, [color=6593F5][i]“Man why can’t I be pretty?”[/i][/color] Dejected, the school’s chess champion reluctantly got up and took to the bathroom. Unlike her model sister, she didn’t take an entire century to get ready, only about 15 minutes maximum and most of that was just her checking the latest book released on her phone. 

	Having showered, Aaliyah retreated once more into her room looking at her dresser, it was almost as plain as she was. The slight changes in hues of her monochromatic wardrobe spoke to just how much she knew of fashion. Pushing hangars away she clawed through sweatpants and pajamas until she found her vapid school ensemble, it felt more like an orange jumpsuit than anything fun. Regardless she jumped into her clothes and gathered her bag. Aaliyah kept her room insanely organized with everything in perfect position with labels from A-Z, the level of attention was nearing obsessive if wasn’t there already. Double checking she had everything she gave another once over, making it to the hall she caught herself once more in the mirror. If anything the girl did have some nice hair naturally. [color=gray][i]"Hey care bear are you almost ready? You don’t want to be late for your first day of school! You know I want to take pictures to show your auntie on Facebook. Ooooo you’ll look so cute! All the guys will be chasing after you, just wait!”[/i][/color] A wave of fear washed over Aaliyah as if something had just kissed the back of her neck. Her mom was so embarrassing, she did this every year, it was worse when she used to be dropped off. 

	Aaliyah cringed and pushed the memories away, [color=6593F5]“Coming mom, do we really have to take pictures?”[/color] the answer was obviously yes as she cascaded down the stairs with the walls all littered with pictures of her and her siblings. The cutest part was they were all in aging order. As she hit the bottom of the stairs and turned to face her mom she was greeted with a bright flash instead, blinding her like a deer in headlights. [color=gray]“Oh honey you look so cute! I made some oatmeal for you in the kitchen and already have your lunch packed. I made your sandwich just how you like it! No crust and cut down the middle!”[/color] Aaliyah loved her parents, but sometimes they were a little too supportive. While her mom went to town on facebook, Aaliyah took her lunch and ate her breakfast while her dad sat at the table reading his paper. [color=gray]“You know I can still drive you to school? You don’t have to keep riding your bike.”[/color] Her father said muffled behind the giant newspaper. [color=6593F5]“Yeah I know, but it’s good exercise dad”[/color] she said as he put his newspaper down on the table. [color=gray]“I remember my senior year”[/color] he started to bob his head and laugh, [color=gray]“I [u][i]hated[/i][/u] it. High schools sucks darling, you’ll get through it, you’re a King and that makes you [u][i]royalty[/i][/u].”[/color] Aaliyah laughed, her father always knew what to say to make her feel better. 

	She ran over and gave him a kiss before exiting through the door, [color=6593F5]“Bye daddy!”[/color] Unlocking her bike she hopped on, kicking the stand back and pushing down on the foot pedals. Biking to school beat out driving to school any day. It was a good workout, healthier for the planet, and gave her time to appreciate the scenic view that most people tend to forget since they’re glued to their phones or take it for granted. Most of the time they just post pictures of some place exotic they went to two weeks ago on Instagram with the caption, [i]”Take me back”[/i]. It was just how this environment worked, let’s just say Aaliyah thrived elsewhere. Eventually her serene bike ride would have to come to an end as she rounded the corner to the street the mansion like school would appear with perfectly black pavement devoid of potholes, the ever apparent palm trees green with life, and the luxury cars lined up like a dealership. [color=6593F5][i]“Okay remember, it’s just like any other day. You survived freshman Friday you can survive this.”[/i][/color] She needed her little pep talks…even though she ended up becoming the socially inept klutz she always transformed into once she touched school grounds. 

	Aaliyah parked her bike in the only bicycle rack on campus, since it was so primitive to the likes of Palm Beach natives. There was no real use in locking up her bike since no one would be caught dead with it in hand, even the burglars saw it as a waste of time. Regardless she wrapped the chain around and locked it before taking a few deep breaths as she made her way to the front entrance. The schools around her started to fade out of focus as the appearance of the Serengeti began to bleed into her vision. The watering hole appeared and the predators already started to gather round scoping out the rest of the new arrivals. Aaliyah did her best impression to act invisible and kept her head down waiting for the others to draw attention to themselves whilst diverting it from her. She hoped a teacher or someone other than a sports coach would come out and save her, she [color=6593F5][i]hoped[/i][/color] at least. 
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