chapter 1

My fellow students are starting to descend from their building here at Ashralka's La Solimatra national highschool.

This is because all students are coming to the quadrangle because of the ongoing program. Instead of going out and coming home to our homes we couldn't, because we didn't want to and we had to listen to the long talk of the principal and the Guest invited to a special celebration today.

This is the second year of the founding of this public school, attended by many of the young people living here in La Solimatra, Ashralka. La Solimatra is one of four towns here in Ashralka and is the most developed of the four, yet it is surrounded by mountainous and extensive vegetation.

There are still parts of our town beyond the reach of electricity, in other words, we are still not that comfortable. My skeptical classmates made me think, as they stood and talked in the quadrangle. I just silently leaned on the white wall of one of the buildings here. I nodded and my eyes widened. Wearing a white blouse with a black necktie, on the left side of my blouse with a chest band was a badge with the name of our school, my skirt was black with a knee-high dress, it was a lot of crease.

Black school shoes are my shoes with long socks. My straight and long hair with long shades of fire was long. My hair color is natural because I'm not really pure piny. May says my dad is a british british cheater. I am white and many say my eyes are in danger. I also have a pointed nose and thin red lips. Some of my girl-friends also said that I was one of the most beautiful women

studying here at our school, so I'm just not a girl. The way I move and the way I talk, I can't pretend to be a real woman. I am often called a stinger because even when combing, I enjoy it. I kept my eyes on the stage. There is a large lettering attached to the white wall. Happy 21st Foundation day, La Solimatra National Highschool 'Glittering with glitters and even decoration flowers made of crepe paper, balloons also come in different colors.

I also noticed the drumset and keyboard piano in the corner, definitely using them later in the Sacred Crown. The popular band of some students here at our school. Not only do they play at school, they also play at festivals. "Girls, they should shout at the same name as they climb stage." I heard Nina say, knowing I was the president of the sacred crown fansclub and they called their fandom the crowners. Is it nice to hear that? I do not deny that I am one of the crowners, but I am not a fan of their fan club who are always busy making tarpaulins, confetti and anything related to sacred crowns. It doesn't matter how much you measure them, you are always there for them even though they do not know that you are an eexist. That's the real fan. I'm still not leaving my place. I was just staying here as our principal was speaking, behind him were some of the guests such as Bergancia. Bergancia is the richest family here in La Solimatra, Ashralka.

One of the most affluent families throughout Ashralka and throughout the Zian world wide .

The world of Mena and don Leonardo are the most desirable people here, they are so good to everyone that it seems that they are not falling for their helpfulness. And even though I seem to have a sense of humor, a woman's feelings still haunt me. I have a crush on their one and only son and their soon to be successor Philip Bryce Bergancia. But he was just my crush, just crush. Then our principal speaker, Don Leonardo, spoke today. All ears were on him, especially the faculty members sitting in front of the stage. They were still smiling as they stared at the young don. Don Leonardo was very young, I know, at thirty seven she is and still is very handsome, every time I look at her I have something in her eyes that I do not know. After Leon Leonardo's speech, Alena's world followed. The world is beautiful but he thinks it is scary, but many say he is kind. Say, don't judge the book by it's cover. After the guests spoke, the scared crown was called. This is it. I stepped back from leaning against the wall and hurried forward to get a better look at the band.

"SACRED CROWN !!" their fans shouted in the background.

"I love you, Robert!"

"Good job, Tyron!"

"Marry me, Felix!"

"Crush us, Joe!"

"We love you Code Realonda!" I love him too. I smiled when I saw Code go up the stage with his stables. As usual. His guitar rests on his shoulder and he smiles at everyone. He was wearing white v-neck shirts and black skinny jeans with slit knees, legs and thighs. Her black hair was messy but it suited her. Things really are. He is even more fascinated. Code's Fire burns in the sun, its very piny but its long. The red of his lips was damp yet, you would think he had lip gloss. Her eyes are so beautiful that when you look at her you feel like you are being hypnotized. She has a strong jawline and every time she sees how perfect she is, she has a mole under her lip on the right side. Overall, her face was small to fit her average body size. He's tall and sexy as hell. Code we all call him, built up by his full name Nicodemus Jeriah Realonda. He's my childhood friend who's my neighbor ... and I'm secretly in love with him, since we've met each other. I nodded and called him. He looked at me and he smiled at me and then he turned his attention away. Four seconds. That's fine. The important thing is,

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