Raised From The Wild-Chapter 66: First Day In School

"Amaya, hey Aya! Answer me. Are you still there? Aya!" Marx was anxiously shouting on his phone. He panicked when he saw Amaya jerked to the side of the car, then she screamed, then there was the screeching sound of the tires when the break was hastily applied, and then the screen turned black.

Marx got off from the bed. The hand that was holding the cellphone trembled. He was pacing back and forth as he kept repeating Amaya’s name over and over again.

His heart constricted and he felt like it would jump out of his chest.

"Aya, are you there? Common pick up the phone. Aya! Dammit!"

"Princess, are you alright? I am sorry, it is all my fault. I did not see the the intent of the driver behind us that he wanted to overtake."

"I am fine."

Marx heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the faint conversation at the other side of the globe through the phone. He dared not hung up and waited for Amaya.

"Come on Aya, please pick up the phone." He urged her silently.

Amaya who seemed to have heard Marx’s silent pleading, picked up the phone that she dropped on the floor. The moment Amaya’s face appeared on the screen, Marx scrutinized her. When he saw that Amaya did not have any scratch or visible bumps on her face, he silently thanked the heavens.

"What happened?" Marx asked looking anxious.

"A car overtook us from the back, but he drifted too close to our car. The driver turned the steering wheel to the right and I was caught off balance. He then stepped on the break and I was thrown forward and the phone slipped my hand." Amaya explained.

"It is good that nothing happened. I was so worried about you. Tell the driver to be more careful and be mindful of his surroundings."

Amaya’s heart warmed when she heard Marx was worried.

"I will. Thank you for the reminder." Amaya showed Marx her sincere smile. His legs almost gave in. He had to get back on the bed so he can sit down

Marx studied her face on the screen one more time "You have a nice hairdo. Your hair still looked neat as nothing if happened."

"Yes. Lilia did a great job," she said smiling. She looked around before her face went back at the frame of the screen.

"We are at school now. Rest well Marx. Goodbye." Amaya hung up without waiting for Marx to say anything.

Marx frowned. He looked at the screen for a long time. ’What a heartless girl. She hung up just like that.’

He searched through his contacts and dialed a number. A cold deep voice answered from the other line.

"It is me, Rocky." Marx’s voice sounded very different from the gentle one who spoke to Amaya a few seconds ago.

"Bo... boss. Why did you call?" The man on the other line seemed surprised.

"The thing that I have asked you, have you settled it?"

"Yes, Boss. We found a perfect candidate."

"Okay. I have another assignment for you."

"What is it Boss?"

"I’ll send you the time and location. Investigate the car that overtook the vehicle of the Princess of Lireya. I want you to check if it is a coincidence or pre-mediated act."

"I will, Boss."

Marx hang up. The blue in his eyes darkened. He did not want to think much about it. Amaya just returned to Lireya. Surely, there wasn’t someone who wanted to eliminate her. She did not pose any threat to the throne. Maybe it was just an an accident.

The black car with tinted windows stopped right in front of the big gate of the school.

"You can come back and pick me up in the afternoon." Amaya who was already outside the car, bent down, pick up her backpack and slung it at her back. She closed the door and walked excitedly to the entrance of the school. She needed to walk a long time before she reached the building where her classroom was.

It was still early so there were not too many people going inside the school. She was walking in unhurried steps when she felt someone bumped her from the back. Amaya turned around and came face to face with a young lady her age. Her hair was blonde and she was sporting a bob haircut. She was wearing a round eyeglasses that made her round face appear cute. A few books were scattered on the ground.

"I am sorry. I did not think that you will move to the left. I was in a hurry, so I was rushing. I moved to the left and you also shifted left and that is how I bumped into you." The teenager looked flustered.

"It is not a problem, at all." Amaya bent down to help pick up her things that scattered on the ground. She passed them with a gentle smile on her face.

The young lady accepted them and stuffed them inside her tote bag. She smiled and extended her hand to Amaya which the princess warmly accepted.

"My name is Julliene Green. I came from Uropa and a transfer student here. Today is my first day in school."

"What a coincidence. Today is also my first day. My name is Amaya Rocas."

The blonde girl’s eyes widened. "You are Princess Amaya? No wonder you looked so familiar. Forgive me for my rudeness Your Higness." Julliene curtsied.

"Hey, don’t do that. Just call me Amaya and drop the formalities. They said that when we are in this campus, there are no titles or family background. Everyone is at the same level." Amaya chuckled lightly.

"In that case you can also call me Julie."

"Let’s find our classroom. It is getting late." Amaya urged Julliene. Then she remembered something. "What year are you in?"

"I am in fourth year and my class section is Alpa."

"Really? Indeed this is a coincide. My section is also Alpha." Amaya blabbered excitedly.

"Then, let us go together."

The two teenagers walked side by side on the cemented pathway to the high school building as the continued their happy chatter. Some students they met along the way threw glances at them and were even whispering.

"Hey, look! Isn’t that the First Princess of Lireya?"

"Yes, she is. Looks like she is our school mate."

"She looks cute in her uniform, by why is she wearing sneakers and black socks? It is not even a stockings. Is she in primary school?"

"Duh, this is the high school campus so she must be in high school. And what’s wrong with her shoes? The sneakers looked great and match her skirt."

"She is more beautiful in person, than she is on screen. I envy her hair. Do you think that is her natural hair color?"

"I think so. I watched a video when she first arrived from the island. The one where she dived into the manmade pond in the hotel. She was naked but I did not see anything because her copper colored hair cascades until her waist and covered her body." The young lad sighed with regret.

His companion poked him on his chest. "Are you a pervert or what? That’s a princess you are talking about."

"Yeah, I know. How about we befriend her? She looks amiable unlike her younger sister who is arrogant."

Amaya who was happily chatting with Julliene did not notice that she attracted a crowd. Julliene however was different. Her keen eyes darted around and studied the students that watched and commented about Amaya.

"You are quite popular, Princess. Looks like you gathered a lot of fans already."

Amaya looked around and noticed a group of students gathered at the corridor of the building that they were passing. Those should be Junior High School students.

Amaya smiled and waved at them before she continued walking.

They finally reached the Senior High School building. Julienne longingly eyed the nearest iron bench under big tree.

"Let us rest for a while. My feet are killing me." She looked at Amaya’s sneakers with envy. "Earlier, I thought that there is something wrong with your sense of fashion. Why wear a sneakers instead of high heels. Now I realized I made a bad decision of wearing this pair of shoes."

Julienne sat down on the bench while Amaya studied her surroundings. There were a few big trees in front of the building. Under each tree were a few white benches. Lining the long corridor was a hedge of periwinkles of varying colors. The building was only four story tall.

Three female students was about to pass them when Amaya stopped them to ask for direction.

"Excuse me, do you know where the Alpha classroom is?"

The three students looked at each other before one of them pointed to the end of the corridor and they left in a hurry.

Julienne frowned. Something seemed wrong but because her feet was hurting she pushed it at the back of her mind.

They followed the direction that student pointed at. After sometime, they reached the end of the corridor but they hesitated at the door. When Julliene checked the name of the class etched at the door, she clenched her fist. The classroom was ’Yala.’ It was for students who either ranked low in the admission test or who have very low average scores in the previous year.

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