The little princess at school

" Waaaaakeeee uuuuupppppp, little miiiiissssss !! You're gonna to be late for the school ! ". The ball was flapping his tiny wings while annoying his little master. " ummm, Mr. Puff, stop screaming ". After a while the girl got up, and slowly walked out of the room, the door turned transparent as she was just a few inches away. Under her armpit, there was her loyal plushie, a black and white fluffy ball, with a pair of glowing pupils.

As she reached the table, she was greeted by her mom, who placed down her breakfast. Joslyn patted on the uncombed hair, looking at her with a loving gaze. " My princess, dad is going to work. Have a good day at school, and don't forget to behave , ok ? ", Kaden hugged her daughter and his wife, before going out.

Ashlyn was still half-asleep, but she wanted to sleep more, as she was feeling warm and cosy. The temptation to go under her blankets popped into her mind. Her thoughts were interrupted by a nagging voice, " little miss, are you awake ? ". Lyn mumbled something, before she sank her face in the bowl. " Where are your eating manners, Lyn !!!!! ", her helpless mother called out. Mr. Evenson quickly pulled back her shoulder, pushing her back straight. Only after doing this, she felt relieved, but she scolded her right away. Now Lyn was completely awake.

" ummm…" , a focused face was reflected on a mirror. " Little miss, I think that you need a new haircut…. ". Well, the girl's hair were, indeed a bit messy. But instead of trying to fix them, she happily jumped down, picked up her school bag and walked out. A desolate face appeared on the AI's face.

Outside a silver-gray machine was waiting. " Mom, I'm off too, see you at lunch time ! ". Waving her arm energetically, she hopped on the car .

As they left, the woman's gaze turned serious, " report yesterday night's situation".

Lyn was holding her screen-phone, while typing on a fluffy monster that was eating. She soon got tired of the game, so she looked towards the windows. Outside, towering light blue buildings were standing side by side. They looked as if they were made of glass, because they were somehow glowing under the sunlight. Soon they arrived in front a white building. " miss we've arrived ", the electronic voice announced the message. "Thank you Mr. driver ! ". She walked towards the entrance of her school. Her left cheek was puffy, while a candy cane was sticking out from her mouth. As she reached the glass door, a ray of light scanned her, a bep sounded. " access granted, welcome at school student Evenson, class A-0 ".

In the hallway, there were a lot of students who were walking toward their classroom. There were those who looked a bit scared, anxious, who were chatting….

Quickly she found her own classroom, a brown haired girl waved her hand at her. She smiled brightly in response, and sat next to her. " Good morning Esme !". Her friend pointed at her with a blaming expression. " you're eating candies again. It's no good for teeths, mommy always says this ". Ashlyn burst in laughter, then she stretched out her hand. A white rabbit shaped candy was rolling on her little palm. " don't worry Esm, I've still got a lot on me ". Esme looked at her, hesitating, then she took the sweet. " Wow, it's really sweet ! ".

A voice interrupted the two, " Student Evenson and student Rymer, the lesson it's starting. I hope you will pay attention to it ". They immediately replied, and quickly finished their candies. The teacher was a bit taken aback, those little rascals…. Especially Ashlyn, she was really an outstanding student, less on her conduct. But he couldn't help it, he was dispatched as a teacher of the class A-0.

Here the school system was organized based on the capability of each student. The classes were numbered with letters and numbers, the A class was the best division where little genius attended. On the other hand , Z was considered the last class, where clumsy students were placed.

In each class there was a range of age between 6 and 10 year old children. So the age didn't count, for the class division.