#this is all within five seconds of her announcing the news like R O Y

[lunar-years]

Roy No. Roy DON’T. Roy STOP.

[x1protector]

imperial crossroads : prologue 1

p a i r i n g: none for prologues; will be x1 x gender neutral reader

g e n r e: fluff; a little dark; choose your own adventure; otome themed au

w a r n i n g s: mentions of slight violence; weapons

w o r d  c o u n t: 2.9k

s u m m a r y: You are a dancer who gets the chance to perform in front of the royal family, and accidentally stumble into the lives of five very powerful men. Who will you choose to lead you though your time in the palace?

Author’s note: historical setting close to the Joseon dynasty but there’s no (current) set name for the kingdom; this is only the prologue!! each boy has their own storyline!! this one is written by the whole admin team!

There will be two prologues with two different protagonists. If you haven’t read maknae-line prologue (Junho, Dongpyo, Minhee, Eunsang, Hyeongjun, Dohyon), click below.

hyung prologue || maknae prologue

It was the peak of summer when you stepped foot in the palace for the first time to hopefully start your provisional contract as a court dancer. You’d been dancing for years, from small scale dinner hubs to the main town square where you had been scouted by a palace attendant, and have seen many discerning eyes among your spectators, yet the gazes of the royal family and attendants have never felt so cold to you. It was no wonder you were more nervous than usual, sweating up a storm in your most upkeep dancing laces.

You felt the heat and excitement swirling around in your bloodstream, creating a concoction that caused the blood in your veins to buzz as sweat rolled down your lace-draped back. As you waited for your turn, you were reassured by one of the palace’s main attendants, Minhee, that everything was going to be alright, that the royal family wasn’t nearly as scary as the rumors. 

And Minhee was right because as soon as the dancer before you finished his routine, everyone roared with applause. One of the princes even stood up, beaming at the guy as he exited the stage area. 

You had to admit he was marvelous. Kim Wooseok was a renowned performer, even in your tight-knit circle of dancers. His techniques were unmatched across the lands, backed up by unrivaled talent and years of training. 

There was something about him that seemed to draw your eye along his body, from the tips of his fingers down through the balls of his feet. He had a sort of presence on the stage no one could deny, not that they wanted to in the least. It didn’t help that he was extremely handsome and possessed a beautiful dance figure; a slim face and a lithe body with lean muscle peeking through his laces, betraying a hidden power within his small frame. 

Wooseok fixed his dance laces over his shoulders and let his hair fall below his cat-like eyes. As he bowed to the royal family, you thought of all the years you spent looking up to him, hoping to one day be at his level.

You didn’t see a hint of sweat as he glided past, but for a second you thought you saw a flash of annoyance etched in his beautiful features. Before you could read into it, Minhee wished you a quick “good luck!” before guiding (read: pushing) you towards the stage.

It was your turn now. 

The light was a little too bright and you couldn’t help but cover your eyes as you stepped on the podium, and despite performing for years prior, you could feel your heartbeat thump in your ears and hear your breathing reverberate against the still buzzing air.

From where you were standing, the royal family was in full view atop the viewing deck of the outdoor theater.

The King and Queen sat high on their thrones, looking down at their subjects without malice in their gazes, a sort of warmth that wasn’t quite loving, but not apathetic either, tinting their features. It was a form of caring one can only possess in the presence of those they are sworn to protect. Next to the King sat Crown Prince Seungwoo, heir to the throne and rumored to be as gentle as his mother, the Queen, but also as cold as his father, the King. It really depended on who you heard it from.

His features were soft and kind, with the only sharpness being hidden in his eyes and the point of his nose as he stared you down on the stage. His aloof expression alone made him appear almost disinterested in the entire ordeal, which set you at ease in a way. It was like he couldn’t care less if you did well or didn’t perform at all.

Beside the Queen sat Prince Seungyoun, more commonly known as Prince Youn, the second oldest prince and grand diplomat of the kingdom. There was a sweet grin spread across his face, the affection and excitement clear in his features as you readied yourself for the performance. His eyes crinkled up at the corners and you briefly wondered how it was possible to see the twinkles from his eyes all the way from where you were standing, but decided it was better not to question such things. His features were almost the opposite of his brothers, with sharp edges all around and gentle, saccharine eyes. 

Behind the princes were two gentlemen whose names you couldn’t quite recall. They were very well-dressed, not unlike the royal family, and they seemed to carry a certain aura that you couldn’t place. Not quite royal, but above others in some way regarding status. Their faces were obscured by the shadows they hid in so you paid them little mind. You concluded that they were probably relatives to the family, but royalty or not they have their gaze fixed on you like the rest.

As you started dancing, you didn’t know why but you felt your nerves begin to slip away as you moved through the familiar routine. But the longer you danced, the higher your movements transcended, the more you felt as if someone was watching you.

Of course, everyone was watching you. You usually thrived off the awe and attention because it’s what made you want to become a dancer in the first place.

But you could feel one specific energy focusing on you, seemingly anticipating your every movement. You glanced at the princes, the Queen, the King, the dancers waiting in line to perform, yet you couldn’t quite locate where it came from.

It wasn’t a terrible feeling, but it was also not a friendly one. It settled heavily, like an anchor weighing in your gut. Even as you finish your routine and bowed to the royal family, the strange feeling never left you, sitting dormant just under your skin.

At the end of your routine, you chanced one last glance at the royals and felt a chill run up your spine at the sight.

Prince Seungwoo had shifted forward in his seat, forearms resting on his knees as his expression changed to match one of intrigue. He let out a silent chuckle and smirked before leaning back in his throne, seemingly disinterested in you once again. It seemed you had caught the attention of the younger prince as well, as his grin widened to encompass his entire face. He seemed more than pleased with the performance you had put on, scrunching up his nose as you looked at him. 

The dancers after you were all excellent, each one with a unique routine and skillset, so it was almost a pity when the show ended and it was announced that only two dancers would be picked.

It won’t be me was all you could think until the announcement came nearly an hour later, with your mind flashing back to the two princes and their reactions. Even if the princes had seemed interested in your performance, the other dancers were far more skilled than yourself and would make better pairs at the palace anyway. 

Wooseok was the first name to be called. Of course, no one was surprised. He stood up with a blank expression and accepted the contract scroll from attendant Minhee with a small bow towards the royal family. 

It wasn’t until your name was called that a few of the contestants stood up to be able to see your face. You froze, not quite believing you had been picked until you felt another dancer nudge you towards the stage once more. You stumbled forward, stunned, but regained enough composure to gracefully walk towards Minhee. He beamed as he handed you the remaining scroll, wishing you good luck once again and telling you how much he enjoyed your performance.

Mindlessly, you bowed and stood next to Wooseok as an attendant ushered out the rest of the dancers. Wooseok’s blank expression melted and for the second time, he scowled, but like the first, it went away in a second.

“Congratulations,” Wooseok spoke for the first time with his original blank expression, but not without sincerity. 

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“Seems like you’re here by your own free will,” he added quietly. 

Your smile faded, confusion colored your face.

“What do you mean ‘my own free will?'” you asked.

He scoffed and didn’t say anything else, so you knew better not to pry especially while waiting for your audience with the Queen.

The amiable woman looked barely a year over fifty as she eyed you and Wooseok warmly. She had a small round face, with delicate features and bright, lovely eyes.  You could see where the younger prince got his looks from as she smiled. She spoke lightly as if her words glided on water, her laughter a hearty, elegant melody that resonated within the chamber. 

“I do apologize for the sudden notice, but there were two goals to fulfill in this competition. One was to find a new court dancer, and the other to find my boys a suitable dance instructor.” 

Wooseok stiffened, and soon both his gaze and the Queen’s were fixed on you as she chose you to become the princes’ dance instructor

“M-me?!” 

“Yes, my dear. Your grace and passion on that stage along with your headstrong and witty mind, so I was told, made you the most suitable candidate. The only task left is for you to choose who to instruct first.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Instructor? Most of your skills were self-taught from watching many exceptional dancers like Wooseok, so how could you instruct anyone when you had no experience teaching? 

And choose who? I don’t know anyone here! 

As if on cue, the two princes and the two gentlemen from earlier entered the queen’s chambers, talking and laughing amongst themselves

“Hey, Mom!” Prince Seungyoun boomed in his usual cheerful voice.

Prince Seungwoo sighed and smiled sweetly, “Youn, please behave in front of our guests.”

“That’s just how he is, hyung,” one of the two men you didn’t know spoke up in defense of prince Seungyoun, his voice a lot deeper than the other two even though he had a youthful air to him.

The last man looked on in silence, observing you and Wooseok with curious, friendly eyes. He seemed about the same age as the other man you didn’t recognize and, seeing them side by side, you noticed their frames were both similarly built, their shoulders slightly wider than the princes. 

“Quiet down, my boys,” the Queen spoke. As gentle as she sounded, the entire room stilled in an instant. “As you have heard, Wooseok will be your new court dancer in the prince quarter, and the talented dancer beside him will be your dance instructor, assuming they choose you.” The Queen paused and extended her warm gaze to you, “one of these boys will become your student, I trust that you choose well.” 

“Your Majesty,” the man who had stayed silence finally spoke. “Why would we need a dance instructor? What good would that do for us at our age?”

My thoughts exactly!

The Queen gently approached and touched the man’s cheek as she spoke, “Yohan, my dear boy, even though you are skilled in martial arts, dancing is about discipline and self-control. Soon you’ll learn that there are a certain set of skills that both a good dancer and a good ruler possess.” 

At that, Yohan seemed convinced and asked no further questions, nodding and following along with the Queen’s rather ambiguous explanation.

“I’m not sure I understand,” the unnamed man who’d spoken earlier asked. “Why would I need lessons? I’m not a prince.”

At this, a strange and sad look crossed the Queen’s features but vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. She opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by the youngest prince. 

“Hangyul, I’m sure mother has her reasons,” Prince Seungyoun spoke, seemingly stroking at his non-existent beard.

Prince Seungwoo shot his younger sibling an icy glare at his interruption, making prince Seungyoun throw his hands up in surrender. The Queen smiled at her sons, then looked at you as if the only thing left is for you to choose.

“Of course,” she spoke again, spotting the hesitant look in your eyes,” if you are still unsure of your skills, you can choose to study under Wooseok for some times before starting your official position.”

You looked around, scanning to see who would be the safest option. The last thing you wanted was to offend any royalty with your zero to none teaching experience. 

Wooseok would be the safest option, he was another dancer like you and studying under him would be an honor. However, this would be admitting that your skills were lacking, and he didn’t look too excited to have anyone as a pupil.

Then there was Yohan, who looked pretty open to the idea of having a dance instructor. To be quite honest, he would be easiest to teach since he seemed to have experience in martial arts. You had a feeling he would catch on pretty quickly to anything you’d showed him.

The gentleman named Hangyul looked at you with narrowed eyes. He seemed like the most scary, but also the most calm among all the boys. Maybe you were mistaken, but you thought you had seen his smile distinctly among others earlier during your performance. 

Prince Seungwoo was also an option. He was known for being gentle and looked like someone who would never mistreat his servants. But the idea of teaching the future king was… a little scary, even for you. Plus his ice cold demeanor hadn’t vanished for a second in your presence, so who’s to say you’d ever see the warmer side of him?

The final option would be Prince Seungyoun–known to be the most outgoing prince among the lands, a social butterfly, the friendliest royal you will ever meet. Though there was a personal reason why you were the least bit wary of the second prince.

The Queen seemed to notice your dilemma and offered to give you more time in the princes’ quarters, which you gladly accepted. After all, this was a lengthy contract and you couldn’t be expected to make such a decision without much thought.

Thank god Minhee was still there with you because once the Queen was gone, the room suddenly became quiet and all eyes were on you 

Prince Seungyoun was the first to break the silence as he smiled and extended his hand to you. His chocolate brown eyes radiated with warmth the moment he looked at you.

“Don’t be afraid, we don’t bite.” His voice was softer and quieter than when he had spoken earlier with the princes. “Mother has been trying to get us to relax and pick up a hobby for a while now. I just never thought she’d pick dancing.”

“Wait, Yohan, don’t you already have a hobby?” Hangyul spoke, his voice a deep sound that resonated in his throat. He had on an easy, casual half-smile at Yohan, showcasing a pair of cute bunny-like teeth. He might sound scary, but he seemed to be a big teddy bear in the end. 

“Yeah, we both do, don’t we?”

“Swinging a sword around every day is not a hobby.”

You were surprised to hear Wooseok speaking up–was that even allowed? Weren’t there courtesy customs and honorifics for these people who seemed like royalty?

“Yes it is!” Yohan interjected, a goofy grin pasted on his youthful face as he put both hands on his hips. His eyes crinkled up at the edges, and you noticed him sporting the same bunny teeth as Hangyul before. You found it adorable that both the intimidating young men had such cute smiles. 

“Don’t be jealous, hyung,” Hangyul reached over and clapped Wooseok on the shoulder. “We’ll teach you one day.”

Confused by this sudden exchange, you looked towards Minhee for help and was grateful he was already leaning over.

“They all know each other,” he whispered. “They’re good friends. It’s fine.”

That didn’t make you feel any better. Now you realized you were more of an outcast than before when you still thought Wooseok was simply a performer and nothing more. 

Prince Seungwoo noticed your discomfort and walked towards you, extending his hand in the same manner as Prince Seungyoun and offering you a sweet smile, his icy stare softening slightly. 

“Pardon the boys, we haven’t had any newcomers to the palace for a while.” The prince’s smile was almost too sweet and barely reached his eyes as he spoke. “No matter who you choose today, you’ll be okay. I promise we won’t trouble you.”

“Speak for yourself, hyung!” Hangyul said, a small laugh escaping him. Prince Seungyoun joined with his genuine, hearty laughter that was so refreshing to hear, dissipating the stress you’d faced the moment you entered the palace and placing a small smile on your face. It was impossible not to smile when those two laughed. 

You looked over at Wooseok, who didn’t even bother to hide his annoyance, sighing as he started folding his laces and putting them into his sling bag.

“Are you going to choose today or do we have to keep standing here?”

Wooseok’s words to you were blunt and to-the-point. You can kind of see why your peers thought of him as cold and unapproachable, but his voice was soft and his words didn’t seem cold to you.

All eyes were on you once again. You felt like you were ready to make the decision. Taking a deep breath, you decided this person was the only option for you.

“I choose–”

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c h o i c e s: Seungwoo, Seungyoun, Wooseok, Yohan, Hangyul

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Enigma - Year 1

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Y e a r O n e

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a crash followed by a curse can be heard inside a suburban looking house. it was white in color and had two terraces and only one balcony. inside the house, we see a woman, seemingly in her late 30s, with her face scrunched up in pain as her right hand held her left one. she looked at her left hand only to hiss in pain and shake it as if it hurt.

“you alright, ma?” the woman turned around to see a boy, in his early teens, looking at her in concern. the boy had some features of the woman which mad either clear that they were mother and son. “i'm alright, hun.” a weak smile appeared on the woman's lips as she hid the fact that her left hand hurt from her son. “why don't you go wake kenzie up? she had a rough night,” the woman suggested as she turned back to what she was cooking. “ren can do that,” the teen replied as he neared his mother. “here. let me help you, ma.” without even waiting for a response, he took the frying pan and spatula from his mother's hands and nodded at the chopping board. “why don't you just chop the ingredients and i cook?” he suggested which made his mother smile and kiss his cheek. “thanks, hun.” she then went to the chopping board and grabbed a knife before carefully cutting what needed to be cut. “no problem, ma.”

a second later and yet another teen emerge from the hallway of the house. “what's for breakfast, mom?” their mother barely had time to even react before the first teen turned around and pointed at the new teen with his free hand. “you, ren, are going to wake kenzie up.” ren raised an eyebrow at his seemingly older brother. “all i asked was what we were eating for breakfast, ralph and why do i have to do it?” ralph turned around and looked at ren with deadpanned eyes. “mom and i are cooking, dad's in the shower still which leaves you to wake our dear sister up.” ren looked back at ralph with equally deadpanned eyes. “i just was what was for breakfast.” the woman, their mother sighed and stopped chopping. “ralph, ren stop it. ren, go wake your sister up, she had a rough night and ralph—” said teen flinched at the sharp tone his mother used. “don't be so mean to your siblings.” the town teens then sighed and mumbled a sorry as they went on their way, ralph cooking and ren on his way to wake kenzie up.

said girl was peacefully sleeping when a sharp knock followed by a threat — “kenzie, wake up or i'll drench you with ice cold water.” — interrupted her much needed sleep. a groan escaped her lips as the young teen refused to wake up but she knew that her brother wasn't joking with his threat which made her groan even more. “i'm up! i'm up!” she shouted to her brother as she merely later on her bed, staring at the ceiling not wanting to move just yet. “you better be or else you'll have to walk all the way to school!” fuck. she forgot that day was the first day of school. fuck. it's the first day of high school. shit. with that realization, she shot up from her bed and stumbled to her bathroom, cursing as her feet hit her study table. a laugh can be heard fading from her bedroom door as ren began to walk away while laughing as he heard his younger sister curse like a sailor. “shut up, you twat!” she yelled to her brother only to flinch as her mother yelled back. “mckenzie caitlin snow!” yup. she was screwed. and it was only seven in the morning. wait. seven? even more fuck. “sorry, mother!” she yelled as she finally got to her bathroom and set out to take one very quick bath.

not even five minutes later, footsteps can be heard running down the stairs as kenzie emerged from the hallway. “sorry ma. i overslept.” said woman just sighed and gestured to the only chair directly across from her. it seems as though the rest of the family was already sitting in their respective seats at the dining table. sheepishly, she sat down and the family was finally able to eat their breakfast.

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“stay safe!” their mother yelled as the three siblings went inside their oldest sibling's car. “we will, ma!” ralph yelled back as ren and kenzie both waved at their mother before they were on their way to their school. the ride was silent as neither of the three wanted to speak to each other. ren and kenzie promptly decided to just look at their phones and scroll through social media. “you excited for your first year in high school huh, buttercup?” ralph asked as he tried to get both of his younger siblings to start talking. mckenzie sighed and offed her phone, knowing that she wouldn't be able to escape the conversation. “quite frankly, no.” ren smothered a snort as ralph's face fell at her answer. “why not?” ralph pestered, trying to get her to talk more. mckenzie sighed and turned to her brother as he continued to drive ignoring how ren offed his phone and leaned back to his seat, clearly enjoying the conversation. “ralph, i'm fourteen going on fifteen and i'm like, what? 5'8"? everyone's going to make fun of me.” both her brothers fell silent at that. it's a known fact within the neighborhood that the snow siblings were tall for their age. it wasn't weird for the boys because boys were naturally tall but for kenzie, it was quite a problem. being 5'8" and a 14 year old is very, very weird and more often than not, she gets teased by it. not that she cared though. her friends made sure to remind her that she's amazing no matter her height and age but when you're starting out your highschool, it's quite hard not to be scared of being made fun of for being tall. it wasn't as though there aren't other girls that's tall in the school, it's just that kenzie just felt weird to be as tall as she is. it's a insecurity of hers. “kenzie, you won't be made fun of—” ren started only to be cut off by mckenzie herself. “would you look at that? we're already here. time to go,” she said in a rush as she opened the door just as her brother began to slow down at the sight of the school nearing. “wait, kenzie, no—!” she didn't wait to hear what her brother was saying as she close the door and speed walked her way to the school. what a great way to start out the semester. a sigh escaped her lips as she tried to find her two best friends while also going to the place all freshmen were told to go to.

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“there she is!” mckenzie turned around and smiled as she saw her two best friends run to her, with their hands together. it was hard to miss kaitlyn's purple hair. “hey girls,” she said as the two neared making the three burst out laughing at the inside joke. mckenzie looked at the two — ignoring the insecurities that came creeping when she had to bend her head to look at them — and smiled. “would you look at that? we're in highschool!” kaitlyn said excitedly as both her and sally laughed in response.

the three girls met during their middle school years and quickly became quick friends that slowly turned to best friends thoughtout the years. mckenzie, to this day, always looked back at their first meeting fondly and couldn't help but feel glad that she met the two. “you're excited about that? i'm here wondering why on earth they even allowed you to dye your hair purple at such a young age!” mckenzie exclaimed which led to the three of them laughing again. “you know her, kenz.” sally nudged her with a smile as she nodded at kaitlyn who was showing of her hair in a way that made the two smile and nearly laugh again. “she has 'her ways',” sally continued as the two of them laughed only to laugh even more when they heard kaitlyn huff in faux annoyance.

“children, children.” the three friends looked at each other in confusion before they turned to look at the stage only to smile widely at the sight of their school's principal, prof. rowan. he was their class adviser last school year and safe to say, he was a good teacher. not too strict but strict enough. “welcome to your first year as high schoolers!” he yelled making them all cheer, well, all but a select few. mckenzie's eyes searched the whole area they were in noting how most, if not all, older students came to watch their ceremony which made her even more nervous than before. her eyes then caught a familiar figure which made her flinch and look back only to see nothing. a sigh escaped her lips. come on, kenzie. get your head out of there. “you alright?” a hand placed itself on her shoulders making her flinch and snap out of it. “yeah, yeah. sorry, i thought i saw something.” she ignored the worried looks she received from kaitlyn and sally and proceeded to listen into prof. rowan's announcement. “as per tradition, each and every one of you, children will be divided into the three divisions based on your skills. the artistic division—” cheers and yells can be heard straight ahead making all of us look up to see the artistic division cheering. “the athletic division—” this time, the cheers came from their right. “and finally, the academic division—” surprisingly, the academic division only nodded and clapped their hands politely as a majority continued to stare at the freshmen to try and deduce which of them would be in their division. “i wonder what division i'll be in,” kaitlyn whispered to her and sally making the two turn to look at her and shake their heads. “you're either in the artistic or athletic,” sally replied as if it was obvious which it was. out of the three of them, kaitlyn was the most athletic and let's not forget how she's also very artistic with her singing and dancing skills. said girl blushed and began stuttering before she pointed at sally defensively. “well, if you seem to know, what division will you be in?” mckenzie raised an eyebrow before shaking her head. “i'd either be in the artistic one or the academic one.” sally stilled as she slowly nodded. “oh yeah.” while kaitlyn was the most athletic and skilled in singing and dancing, sally was skilled in painting and arts and was very, very smart. “what about me?” mckenzie asked not with curiosity but with humor. the deadpanned looks she received made her blink and tilt her head. “kenz, you're obviously in academics—” sally then cut kaitlyn off. “or in artistic with your writing skills.” the two looked at each other and shrugged missing how mckenzie stayed silent at their words. that's right. all she was good for was her smarts and nothing else. the thought made her bitter and hate herself but she hid it with a laugh and smile. “of course.” sally and kaitlyn failed to notice the bitterness in her tone or how her eyes seemed to dull as they conversed within themselves, mckenzie not bothering to join in or listen.

“hansen, sally!” said girl jumped at the sound of her name before slowly moving forward after being reassured by her friends' smiles. every stayed silent as she walked, most marvelling at her beauty and while others in bitterness at her figure. out of the three of them, sally had the most fans with her kind personality and her smarts as well as her cuteness. sally neared the stage and went up only to be met with prof. rowan's smile. she returned it shakily as she put her hand on the seemingly floating orb in the middle of the stage and watched with bated breath as the orbital began to glow and assess her. a few seconds later the words “artistic” floated above the orb and for all to see. the said division cheered as they welcomed their new member with cheers and smiles. while she was smiling and clapping for her friend, mckenzie was internally panicking as she knew that there was little to no chance that she'd be in the same division as her friends. “howard, kaitlyn!” the purple head girl smiled shakily at her which made her nudge her softly. “go on,” mckenzie whispered to her which gave her enough courage to strut her way to the stage ignoring the stares of awe and respect she received from her courageous front. kaitlyn then did the same thing as sally and got the same result. she, too, was in the artistic division. oh, fuck. her eyes met sally's and kaitlyn's from their spot at the side of the stage where all divided students were place for their second division and she smiled shakily. soon, her name was called.

“snow, mckenzie!” the tall girl gulped and carefully hid her panic with a calm facade as she slowly but surely walked to the stage, her head high and her face not showing anything. she nodded as she passed by prof. rowan before her eyes began to scan all that were watching her. her eyes met her brothers making her look back at the orb and sighing. she slowly put her hand on it and watched with a sinking feeling as the orb began to glow yet again only for her division to stare back at her. “academics” stared back at her as her eyes met with her friends. she ignored the claps and respect she received — getting into academics was a hard challenge for you need to be incredibly smart to do so — as she desperately tried to hide her sadness. oh, no. she was in a different division from sally and kaitlyn. oh, fuck.

she numbly walked back down the stage and ignored the sad looks she received from sally and kaitlyn. her dull eyes met with a teacher's eyes as the teacher smiled at her. the woman looked at the board she had and smiled back at mckenzie. “ms. snow, you'll be in section 1.” the words shocked the teen but kenzie nodded back either way. “thank you,” she whispered to the teacher as she moved to the space all section 1 students were located in, noting happily how sally and kaitlyn were there as well. maybe highschool wouldn't be that bad.

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