"y/n?" a deep voice shakes you from your slumber. i'm aware that my face is planted firmly on a flat surface. i'm aware of the student's loud voices but with no quiet place in this god forsaken school, i can't seem to catch any necessary z's in the lunchroom. i wonder how this unfamiliar voice knows my name but i remember we all wear name tags.

"who dares interrupt me from dreamland?" i growl and slowly open my eyes. first thing i noticed there's the pendent of the royal family on this person's collar. but that didn't stop me to meet eyes of none other than...

"oh it's the prince" i say matter of factly.

"yes! now pea-" the prince starts.

"yeah yeah, i know- peasant- what can i help you with your highness?" i made sure to stretch that word out, as if mocking him. i am pretty grumpy when i wake up and if someone interrupts my nap they're basically asking for a roasting session, i don't care who they are.

"well i'm new here and i am asking my peasant (points his long finger at me as i lazily wait for him to stop talking) to where this class is located" (takes out a paper with room numbers)

ignoring the word peasant i look around at the sea of kids and wonder why the hell the prince decided to ask me, who was sitting in the corner sleeping.

"you're in luck, i have mrs. park's class next, it's AP Physics, follow me." the bell rings just on time as we weave through the kids pouring out the lunchroom.

the prince decided to stick to my side the entire day. he demanded the headmaster to have the same classes as me. annoyed by this boy's audacity to constantly wake me up as i close my eyes for only a couple minutes each class made my brain hurt a little. he could at least make other friends and leave. me. alone. to my naps.

after school i was called to the office where my first and last period teacher are sitting side by side on a dark wood desk in a big room. why is there a single desk in a big room? i don't know.

"why do you keep dozing off during class ms. y/n?" they ask in unison.

"am i failing your class?"

"w-well no" says the last period teacher.

"so what's the problem?"

"we just find it very disrespectful" says the first period teacher.

"why would i be awake during a lesson i already know?" i say blankly.

after a few minutes of silence, i smile and bow, then leave slamming the door shut as it disappeared behind me.

the prince stuck to me like gum and soon enough i got used to him. he would watch me as i fall asleep at the same spot during lunch, with everyone's eyes on us i already gave up on trying to push him to get other friends or to bother other kids. not caring who would watch me as i sleep, i thought it's okay to grab the prince's arm so my head can lay on it. but then his arm snaps back from my hold so i growl in dissatisfaction getting the message the prince wouldn't give me a pillow to sleep on even though he's always bothering me.

at the bottom of the escalators that connect the first and second floor of the school. there's an escalator? oh well. i look down at my white gown as the six top students of the school came inside wearing suits. today is a congratulatory event to the top students in the school, which included me, the #1 student.

#2 kim namjoon, tall, dimples, dripping in wealth, i heard he goes to strip clubs, owns a music company at age 18.

#3 min yoongi, owns the music company with namjoon, pale, grumpy like me, he's my personal favorite because he naps too but not as much as me, rich, and quiet.

#4 park jimin, cute, don't let it fool you, he's deadly. enough said.

#5 kim seokjin, drama queen, dad jokes, squeaky laugh, owns a modeling company and restaurants dedicated to sushi.

#6 jeon jungkook, playboy, seems quiet but he's quite loud, muscular, artistic, sounds like a seagull when laughing.

#7 jung hoseok, he's at nicest out of all the others and humble. i got nothing to diss about him, except the fact he broke 99% of the girl's hearts in the school, but not me.

did i mention they're all rich? definitely more than me. i got into this stuck-up school because of a scholarship and not by my parent's money.

i led the way up to the escalator with the boys right behind me and i hear them snickering and whistling. i'm too lazy to turn around, my heels already irritating me enough as i led them to the dining hall where the headmaster will make a speech and we all give speeches, that kind of thing. the audience? investors, wealthy businessmen, the boy's families, but not mine.

i basically sleep throughout the entire thing but a familiar figure sits in front of me, it's the prince. how long has he been here? oh well. more sleep. and it's not like i ignore the speeches given by the boy's, i'm listening even though my eyes are closed. i am attentive to my surroundings. then it's my turn to give a speech, holding onto my dress as i walk up the steps to the podium i start.

"to truly understand this world, one has to close their eyes and imagine a world they want to live in... then make it reality"

this was all i said before the room went black.