KRYSTAL'S P.O.V.

"What is love?"

It was our teacher discussing some poetry topic we now have.

My eyes were having a hard time on staying open.

I want to sleep.

My unnie was screaming so loud last night since she was talking to someone who apparently leaked news about some royalty transferring to our school along with a few others.

Then my head returned to catch my teacher saying, "So Shakespeare here in – "

"THE TRANSFERREES ARE HERE!"

A schoolmate shouted enough for the whole student on the floor to hear.

Within seconds all had scrambled to the windows to see a grand limo coming in from the gates.

Okay, what's with all this commotion just for a prince?

I mean, duh, this is an exclusive and prestigious school for the rich, famous, talented or in short the elite so why the excitement?

Yet contrary to what I was thinking, I still stood up to take a peek.

Who wouldn't want / like to somehow find their prince charming even once in a lifetime?



AUTHOR'S P.O.V.

"Are you sure we ought to do this?"

One of them was fidgeting over doing their plans.

"100% positively infinitely sure!"

She grinned widely at her companion.

"Arasso! As you say although what will – "

"Just hush-hush. Anyway, it's time for school!"

The third said.