And they all lived happily ever after. The line in every fairy tale that made many people's eyes roll. How could two people that just met get married and live happily ever after? They barely knew each other to start with. Would they truly be happy? Still, it was the dream that many people sought after, that many people wanted. There were young girls that wanted prince charming to sweep them off their feet, or rescue them from terrible dangers. There were men that wanted to be that prince. The problem was, nobody could be those princes or princesses, not when they already existed in the real world.
Conte De Fée Academy was a private boarding school with a very low admission rating. The only way to get accepted was to literally be a fairy tale character. They were tracked down, it was unknown how this was possible, but they did. After one of the reincarnations of these old fairy tale characters had their first memory of one of their past lives, they received a letter to join the school. If they chose to ignore it, the school would send a representative to come pick up the child. That rarely happened, though. Most of the students wanted to go to an enchanted place like Conte De Fée Academy. Most of them wanted to find their prince or princess, or just to live out the destiny they were given.
The school wasn't that different from any other high school. It was easy to tell who was part of the prestigious crowd and who wasn't. Sebastien Beauchene, also known as Prince Charming, was at the top. He may have not seemed like it, with the unkempt mess of black hair, or the way he carelessly dressed. Still, he was at the top. With him was his two princesses, Sleeping Beauty and Snow White. Of course, his brother was also considered part of the top of the food chain...when the two boy weren't fighting. Nobody messed with them, nobody argued with them, and certainly nobody had the guts to fight them. They were the classics, they were the most famous stories heard around the world. They were the ones that got all the attention.
It was the start to another year of school, not that it really felt like there was any difference between school time and break. Sebastien hadn't gone home at all due to having to spend his summer taking extra classes and not even classes that he failed, he aced all his classes. Plus, his parents were busy with their business and didn't really have much time to spend with their kids this summer, so the boys decided it was best to just stay at the school. Even though classes would start at nine o'clock am sharp, Sebastien was still sleeping at eight forty-five. His limbs tangled in his blankets and his alarm clock thrown clear across the room. The curtains were tightly shut to keep the sun from shining on his eyes. It wasn't until a hard knock came from his door, that he actually stirred.
"What?" Sebastien growled. His eyes not opening, and his body barely moving to the noise.
"Sebastien, if you don't get up right now, you're gonna be late!" A familiar voice yelled from the other side of the door.
"So what? They aren't going to do anything about it, Olivier," Sebastien called back.
"Get up right now," Olivier growled.
"Fine, if it'll stop you yelling through the door like a lunatic," Sebastien rolled his eyes. He couldn't sleep anymore anyway, not with his brother at the door screaming. Sebastien glanced around the room, it was decorated with his own posters mixed with the elegant decorations that the school had already put up for the new prince charming. Paintings of the storybook Charming were on the wall, some had been removed and were thrown into the back of his closet. There was even a glass case that held the original Prince Charming's sword, the one used to slay the evil witch Maleficent.
It took a few minutes for the boy to finally untangle himself from his blankets and get out of his bed. He grabbed his shirt and slacks and threw them on, then opened the door. "Give me a sec, I've gotta brush my teeth. You mind getting my backpack ready?" Sebastien mumbled.
"Yeah, just hurry up, and don't forget your glasses" Olivier shook his head as he walked into the room and tried to find the notebooks and folders that they had gotten from the school store to be prepared for school. Olivier knew that within a few weeks these notebooks would be basically destroyed and the folders would be ripped in half. It wasn't like Sebastien would destroy them himself, he just wouldn't take care of the bag, that the folders and notebooks would never leave, would get thrown everywhere and torn through when Sebastien tried to look like he was paying attention in class.
Olivier had finally gotten his brother out of the bed and into the school house. He felt like a babysitter with the way he always had to make sure his brother was up and at school. If he didn't know where Sebastien was, he'd get teachers from the grade above asking where his brother was. He didn't know that suddenly he had become the person that had to watch over his brother's every move. He didn't like the fact that he was constantly having to deal with his older brother being a child and the school just left it up to him to take care of it. If he just said he didn't know where Sebastien was, he'd have to leave class and go find him. It was as if the school cared more about where Sebastien was than his own schooling and his own life.
Olivier sat down at one of the empty seats up front, and pulled out his notebook and folder. He knew that he was barely on time, having to walk his own brother to class in the ten minutes they had to spare and with his brother being a grade above, his classrooms were all on a different floor. Olivier needed to start waking his brother up earlier than he had, but there were some days that he felt like just leaving Prince Charming to fend for himself. It never taught anyone a lesson, other than himself though. Once again, he'd be the one to have to leave class in the middle of a lesson and get his brother out of bed and to class. His brother would never have to learn that he can't just be late to everything.
"Sebastien being trouble again?" Anneliese, or Snow White, asked. She had watched Olivier enter the classroom with a sour look on his face. She figured that it was her prince not getting up on time and trying to skip class. It was nearly a daily occurrence, and almost everyone knew it was.
"Yeah," Olivier sighed, "I'm kind of sick of it honestly. He can get up on time for everything else, but when it comes to class he just sleeps for as long as he possibly can. How can you stand him?"
"Because he's so sweet," Anneliese smiled, "You'd think that growing up with him, would make you used to the way he acts."
"I'm not, because he's terrible. He used to be able to get himself up for school, but ever since he's outside the gaze of our parents, he started acting like he could just test everyone to the limit," Olivier huffed.
Cecile had found that she had come to class early, it was a little irritating. She had vowed to try and be as different from what she'd think the original Beauty would do. Still, there she was early for class. This was ridiculous, it was as if habits from her past controlled how she acted now. She just wanted to feel like she could be different and that her whole life wasn't ruled by what the school perceived of a story book character. She felt like she needed to know more about Belle before she could agree with the school that reading all day was the only thing she ever did. Cecile had to be sure that Belle actually did only read books and didn't try to be social with the other people out there, or try different things. There was an entire world that had new things to try and ways to learn things outside of books.
The young girl still sat down at one of the desks, there were a few people that were in the class too. It didn't make her feel any better knowing that the majority of the class was still getting ready, or sleeping. She shook her head, and pulled out her notebook for the day. Most likely, they'd be teaching something that she already knew about or didn't care about. It was rare that she ever took notes about the class. She had instead started to write her thoughts down on paper. She had written down memories that she had of her past life, and tried to connect as many of them as she could. She also had a list of what books she had actually read and which one she was sure her past lives had already read. Cecile already had ten notebooks filled with different things and they were hidden in her dorm somewhere so the staff wouldn't just see them and think she might be rebelling against her destiny. All she wanted was more of an explanation and reasoning when it came to her destiny.