Someone clutching my shoulder stunned me, making me even more terrified. "Newbie," said the man with long hair, who appeared out of nowhere. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah," I replied, gasping for air.
"You sure?"
I didn't wait for him to finish and ran away, farther and farther, until I reached the gate. I want to get out of the gate, to run away, to return home. Squeeze Mama, squeeze Allerick and tease Blythe. But I can't, even if I wanted to.
"Where are you going?" the guard queried.
"Umm… ah, I'm going back." I stumbled.
I first took a walk around campus to be calm and not to think about what happened earlier. I arrived at the old building. I did hear a beautiful tune at the building's entrance, so I followed the sound and was led to the far end of the building, where there was a large door. I saw one guy as I peered through the entrance that was filled with numerous instruments. That's why the sound was familiar to me because he was playing the violin, and as a result of that sound, I became calmer.
At the time I started hearing somebody approaching, I moved away from the door. When I realized who it was, I jumped in excitement. "Miss Janna!" I called out.
"Mendoza?" Miss Janna glared at me to make sure she was not hallucinating. "How come you are here?"
"I'm delighted to see you." I wrapped my arms around her. "Thank you, miss. You're here."
Miss removed my hand from hers. "Can you explain why you're here in Borstal?" she asked, surprised.
"All right," I said, nodding.
We entered the room where I saw the man playing the violin. "So you left Amarillo because of Bortal's offer?"
"Yes." Miss Janna nodded.
"Well, it's better to go to a well-known high-paying school than a low-paying one," I added.
"How's Adie, by the way?" She changed the subject by asking how her ex was doing.
"Who? Miss, your boyfriend?" I said teasingly. "Same as his brother, flirting with Amarillo students."
"Ex-boyfriend." she corrected. "That cheater hasn't changed. Why haven't those two brothers been expelled from Amarillo yet?"
Mr. Adie's ex-girlfriend, Ms. Janna Reyes, used to teach in Amarillo. She is our favorite teacher, the most genuine of all Amarillo teachers. Miss taught me music. With her, I learned more about the violin; she and mama used to be in the same school. Mama is her junior; they once played violin together. However, mama doesn't remember.
"By the way, Gemma, this is Wyatt." Miss pointed to the guy playing the violin earlier.
"It's Tal."
"Tal, right." Miss chuckled. "This is Gemma, Tal." She made a gesture toward me. "She was a former student of mine in Amarillo, and she also plays the violin."
"You must be the girl everyone is talking about," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"You're probably aware why. You are Borstal's first female student." He paused for a moment. "I'm curious why you choose to study here because Borstal is a man's school."
"Um ... well ..."
"Tal, you're making her uncomfortable. Could you, please, leave us first?"
"All right, sure."
"I'll see you after class," Miss said, waving her hand in the air.
"All right, all right." Tal walked out the door with a smirk on his face.
We watched him walk out, and once Tal was gone, Miss asked me immediately. "Can you tell me now why you're here?"
"It's a long story, miss."
"I'm all ears."
I sighed. I started telling Miss Janna when Tara and I got into trouble at school since she already knew about papa, then when I met King Augustus, that I lived in the palace that she envied, as well as the reason I came here to Borstal.
"Oh, sh*t!"
"Shh," I shush quietly to her. "It's bad to curse."
"Don't shush me; I'm still your teacher," Miss Janna said with a furrowed eyebrow.
"Sorry." I chuckled.
"You're too young to be involved with these things, Gemma; instead, focus on how to pass the class."
"I'm afraid I'm out of options, miss." I shrugged.
"You have Gemma. It's not easy being a prince's personal maid. How long are you going to keep doing that?"
"Until I get papa out of jail, miss," I replied.
"Haist," she sighed. "You know you're insane!"
"Yeah, I'm aware."
"Then you came in here, where everyone is a man. There are still a lot of crazy people here, particularly among the scholars." She expressed her concern.
Miss was also stressed because of my presence, but I'm super happy that Miss is here. Somehow, I see a familiar person in Borstal. "Thank you for moving here."
"No, you don't have to thank me." She locked her gaze on me. "Join my club now that you're here."
"Even if you don't say anything, I'll still join." I nodded with a smile.
The sadness on my face returned when lunchtime ended. I bent down as I went inside since I didn't want to see the prince's eyes because thinking about what had happened earlier made my body shake with fear.
The bell rang to signal the end of the previous class. When I came out, I followed the prince five meters away and didn't say anything to him because what he did had traumatized me. While walking, I saw there were many cars in the parking lot. All of them were too expensive and special for regular vehicles.
"How was your day, Prince Augustus?" Mr. Osiris bowed before opening the door for the prince.
"Hell." Prince Augustus replied as he got into the car.
"How about you, Miss Gemma? How was your first day?" Mr. Osiris asked.
I forced a smile. "It was great, Mr. Osiris."
"Miss Gemma... w-what's on your arm?" He asked, pointing to my left arm.
I glared at what Mr. Osiris was talking about and didn't realize that Prince Augustus' hand had left a mark on my arm where he had clasped me. "It's nothing." I shook my head. To hide the bruise, I drew the sleeve of my uniform down.
"But that doesn't appear to be nothing."
"Perhaps something just bumped into me that I didn't notice."
"We'll see the nurse when we get home."
"No need, mister," I refused. "I'm fine; I didn't even feel the pain."
As we approached the palace, Mr. Osiris directed me to the king, asking me to report what had happened to the prince today. "No, your Majesty," I replied, "But don't worry, I'll ask our classmates for the guy's name."
"Thank you, Gemma; I hope he's not torturing you."
"No, your Majesty, he is quiet, and the prince appears to be kind." I tried to put on a brave face.
He was enraged as he glanced at me. "ARE YOU STUPID?" he said aloud. To the shock of his yell, I felt myself shrink at the very notion. "STUPID! Is the phrase don't talk to me difficult to understand?
"I doubt it," King Lucien snickered. "You're free to leave, Gemma; you're tired of watching Prince Augustus."
"Thank you, your majesty," I said as I bowed down to him.
I went inside the washroom to wash my face over and over, rubbing my face and running a hand through my hair before laying my back against the bed. "I want this to be over," I said to myself and then took a few deeper breaths.
I got up from lying down when I heard my phone chime and took the phone out of the bag. I swipe the screen to open up my inbox which has the following new messages.
Mishelley Alvez:
Hey, I've been thinking about you lately. How did you find your first day? Did someone finally ask you out?
Gabriel Cooper:
MARIA GEMMA MENDOZA! Who told you to leave without even informing me? You called Mishe but not me? Where are you now?
Lil' sis Blythe:
Ate!!! How's your school trip going? Is it fun? By the way, don't forget to buy macaroons!! Allerick is OK with anything as long as it's a toy, hahaha.
I laughed despite myself at the time I read all their messages. Even if such messages from them only make me alive, Because of that, I can no longer wait for tomorrow. I've lost my fear and decided to face Prince Augustus without any trace of fear.
I was getting ready for the second day. At 5:00 a.m., I decided to help with the preparation of breakfast for the King and Prince. Chef Och taught me some basic meals, which I don't have to do because it's Chef Och's job to cook for the king and Prince. Every servant in the palace has a job to do, including me, the personal maid of Prince Augustus, who is a spy rather than a personal maid. Maids placed the meals on the large dining table one at a time. The king and Prince descend after they have finished preparing everything. "Good morning." King Lucien smiled. We all knelt and bowed our heads. "Gemma?" "Yes, your Majesty?" I took a step forward. "What are you doing standing there? Come sit with us and eat." I wasn't expecting the king to invite me to breakfast. Eating with the king and Prince is a great honor, but I'm not a member of their family. I'm one of their servants as well. "Y-your Majesty ..." "I'm sure you're starving by now," King Lucien said. I turned my gaze toward
The woman next to me was Raeanna Csilla Ferrel. I was lost for a moment. Is this how Abel felt after he first met Raeanna? It seemed as though her beauty was dazzling. "Hey!" She chuckled softly. "I apologize for bothering you." I looked back to see if she was referring to me. "M-me?" I wondered aloud, indicating myself. "Yes. By the way, I am Rae..." "Raeanna Csilla Ferrel." "Oh, you already know who I am," she remarked with a smile. "Yeah," I said, nodding. Who wouldn't recognize her? Raeanna is the only child of two well-known Filipino couples. Her father is one of Europe's largest private landowners, and her mother launched the Csilla jewelry line in 2010. The brand name was derived from her name, but that is not the only reason she is well-known. Raeanna had made a name for herself in the industry before Csilla became famous as a jewelry brand. Raeanna Csilla Ferrel is a top-paid model in the Philippines. Magazine companies, both domestic & global, are vying for her as a m
As I climbed the stairs, I saw Grand Silva, the oldest and longest servant of the royal family, carrying the tray of food. "Grand Silva, I'll take that." I took the tray to her. "You should have ordered another maid to take it. For whom is it? This food was not even touched." "That's for the prince, but he says he doesn't feel like eating," grand Silva sighed. "He went berserk again, throwing things around his room." "Is he always like that?" I asked. "There is never a day that he is not like that." "Okay, grand, I'll try to give it to the prince again." "Thank you, Gemma." "It's nothing grand." Instead of putting the food in the kitchen, I put it back in Prince Augustus's room. I stand near his door. The sound of wailing and suffering echoed throughout his room. I didn't knock; I sat on the side while listening to him. There was a pain in my heart that even my tears wanted to drop out of pity for him. "Prince..." a tear tickled my cheek. I didn't leave until he was calm. I sto
Everyone came to a halt all of a sudden and exited one by one. Once the king was gone, we saw the woman as the reason everyone had left. "Amiyah?" I murmured."Prince, it's been a while!" Amiyah's wicked grin crossed Prince Emmanuel's face."Oh, crap!" Prince Augustus drew me aside and took the keys to Mr. Piper. "Come on in!"I got back in the car, though I had no clue what was going on. Prince Emmanuel followed and sat in the passenger seat while Prince Augustus took the wheel, intending to drive the vehicle himself."Fuck Cynfael, hurry!" Prince Emmanuel said out aloud."SHUT UP!" Prince Augustus yelled.They were yelling at each other while I watched Amiyah knock down all the guards who tried to block her. After Amiyah knocked down all the guards, she picked up a rock. It looks like she'll throw rocks at us. "Um, P-Prince, h-hurry... It seems Amiyah is about to throw the stone she is holding in our direction," I stuttered."EMMANUEL!" Amiyah threw the rock in the backseat where I w
PLAYING MOONLIGHT SONATA I came to a halt because of a sound that seemed to pull me somewhere. I followed the sound, and it led me to the hall, in which I barely pulled back the curtain to see who made the sound and where it came from. There, I saw Prince Augustus playing the piano. I didn't realize he could also play the piano. His face matched his sad demeanor as he played. Why is it so difficult for me to read your mind? I'm curious why you're being like this, why your life appears to be sad even though you have everything. "How come you're here?" Prince Augustus abruptly stopped playing. "GET OUT!" "I-I..." The prince gets up. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop bothering me?" He grabbed my shirt and yanked me away. "Do you think I'll be nice to you simply because of what you did yesterday?" "I just want to l-listen to..." "CYNFAEL!" he stopped. "What do you think you're doing? LET HER GO!" Prince Emmanuel walked toward us. "You're now inflicting harm on a woman."
The thunder startled me; that's why the towel I was holding slipped from my grasp. When I looked out the window, it began to rain heavily. "Haist! Not today, rain?" I thought to myself. Despite the heavy rain, the class went on today. Before the prince got out of the car, I stood in front of the car's door to assist him. "Gemma, I'll hold the umbrella for the prince; take this other umbrella to keep you dry." Mr. Osiris passed the umbrella to me. "No need, Mr. Osiris; it is my responsibility." I handed back the umbrella to him. "You need it more than I do." "But..." "Leave him, Mr. Osiris; what is the point of having her if she doesn't do that?" Prince Augustus stated. I raised my hand to match the prince's height; Prince Augustus is a tall man, which I had forgotten. I should have just let Mr. Osiris do this. Carrying the umbrella made my hand numb, but I persevered until we arrived at the building. Ugh! Seriously, how come he's so tall? I couldn't feel my hand anymore. As I fold
The following day, Lincoln returned to the location where I had been waiting for the prince. "Right, you're here again," he said."I don't have anywhere else to go except here," I replied. Lincoln passed the paper bag he was holding to me. "What is this for?" I peered inside the paper bag."I noticed you haven't had a sweater since yesterday; it's cold out here caused by heavy rain, put one on. Don't fret. I'll give it to you for free.""But it looks too expensive for me to accept this." I returned the paper bag to him. "Thank you, though."Lincoln ignored me and simply turned away. "Take it just in case..."I stopped as I remembered what had happened the day before. Could he have given me a sweater because of that?"By the way." As he returned his gaze to me, I cast a downward glance. "Aren't you going to the music studio? I heard they're getting ready for the event this month."I made a shaky motion with my head. "I'll have to wait for the prince to appear.""Go ahead and practice. J
I went to the kitchen early to ask Chef Och to assist me in making macaroons and to wish Prince Augustus luck in his practice game with the Windsor football team. "You're taking too much care of him, Gemma." Chef Och said."Chef Och, Prince Augustus is not a child to be looked after. I just want to make him some macaroons to wish him luck." I explained."Good luck?" a voice said from behind me. Chef Och and I both turned around. "Is there a special occasion in Borstal today?""Y-Your majesty." Chef Och and I bowed our heads down. "Your majesty, d-do you want to eat? I will prepare for ..."King Lucien raises a hand at Chef Och to indicate silence. The King walks over to me. "You're making macaroons for who, for Prince Augustus? Why, is there a special occasion in Borstal?"Oh Gosh, I'M DEAD RIGHT NOW! I can't tell the king about Prince Augustus playing football. What should I do? What should I say to him? What should I do next? "Um... Your Majesty..."Mr. Osiris stepped forward unexpec