The Three Kings Of Langley Academy

"LOURDES!"I huffed at the sound of my middle name being yelled out. I shuffled where I stood, frantically fixing the braid I pleated on my hair. "LOURDES!" the voice of my grandmother called out once more. I whined in frustration then quickly put on my new school blazer, grabbing my red boots as I descended downstairs."I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I swear I don't mean to be late on my first day." I muttered as I advanced to where the voice and an amazing smell came from.  Upon seeing the dining room table contained my grandmother pouring my father some coffee while he read the newspaper, my mother slicing her pancake and my brother with a fully amused smirk, I realized that I was not late."Whoever said you were late? It's 6:15" my grandmother frowned slightly. "I was merely calling you down for breakfast; have a seat."I catch my breath and whip my head to Roux. He had his arms crossed, thus his toned biceps seemed buldging.

It was the second day of school, and to say I expected much was an understatement. Yesterday ended fine. I decided not to tell my grandmother, nor anyone in my family anything I learned at school, mostly because my parents weren't home, and my grandmother seemed so expectant that my first day would go well.To be fair, he most eventful happening was the storytelling during lunch, and aside from a rude remark from human trash can-Javier, it was fine. So I decided to stay quiet, just until I witness something first hand. Gail truly did not leave my side, neither did Cece, Nina, and Kai, so long as we shared a class.I eventually understood why they hated one mister Pozwich, having both heard the story of him and his temper, and experiencing it fist hand. His wrath was not directed to me, still, his temper and snarky remarks were terrifying.It makes you wonder how he could afford to do that when everyone in the class could literally afford to

I wiped my freshly showered hair off with a towel. Thank all things sweet there wasn't anyone home besides my brother and I. It made for a lot less explaining to do.However, on the other hand, my brother had a lot of explaining to do to me."Those damn punks! I can't believe they even got a king after I left!" Roux mumbled making me roll my eyes."It's all your fault then! If an egotistical moron like you hadn't made a dumb hierarchy then I nor anyone else would have to deal with shit like this." Roux gave a guilty look and shook his head, "Tulila, I didn't elect myself. I became king because that's what everyone started calling me." He shuffled on my plush bed where we had lazily propped ourselves on. "And I never went after anyone who didn't cross me, especially not without good reason. I usually just got into trouble with my own friends or those jerks from M.A.C."I chuckled dryly, noting the fac

"Ugh, I swear, if no one shows up and Kai starts snoring..." Gail groaned, trailing off, making the said snorer laugh in amusement. "Hey, it's not my fault I do this! And anyway, I heard there finally is going to be a new English teacher and I hear she's young and hot." Cece rolled her eyes and kicked Kai's leg, under the chair from behind him. Gail, who sat in the middle of my and Kai's shoulders slammed her head on the table. And Nina, who was chatting up with some people on her phone, silently turned around at us then back to her screen, nodding her head in disapproval. Kai's bruised cheek, by the way, was not too visible now. Just as someone else altogether was about to complain about the lack of facilitators present, the front door swung open and the sound of heels clicking on the ground followed. "Good morning," files and a bag was placed on the front desk, "Long story-sh

"Sit down before the devil comes!" I whisper-yelled to Gail who was pacing around the room in order to get a good signal on her phone. You are correct if you assumed that we were currently in history class and the teacher of the hour was, indeed, Mr. Pozwich, the lord of darkness himself.Gail huffed and sprang over to me, her seat being to the left of mine after all. She huffed and sat on her chair, violently tapping the screen of her phone where the resend button was. She cussed and dropped the object in frustration, absolutely done with trying. I chuckled just as she groaned."Shut up, I'm waiting for a really important text, okay.""Ooooh, is it from your boyfriend?" I teased. She narrowed her eyes at me and pushed my shoulder, "No. It's from my mom."I wiggled my eyebrows, "Course it is." Just as she glared, all the sound and all the life in the room died down and along came our favorite tea