Chapter 37: First Day of School (Part 4).
— I'm a little nervous, is all—she excused herself.
The anemone teacher saw her with her eyes narrowed suspiciously, but she agreed.
— Once again—he said, asking for Agatha's smile one last time.
Agatha closed her eyes for a moment to try to think of something happy, when she heard the voice of the system.
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I CAN'T HELP YOU SMILE.
BUT I CAN HELP YOU VISUALIZE A HAPPY MEMORY.
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I announce the system and then on the screen was reproduced the memory of when Adam, Jacob, Sophie and she were in Sophie's room just before they were kidnapped.
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— You time pretty angry—Adam said with a tender, mischievous smile.
— I think you're prettier when you smile—commented Jacob.
— Thank you – Agatha looked at one child and then another – your father knows how to be equitable.
— A little gentleman and a future heartthrob, yes, from what they say about my father's young days, I would say that he divided his talents just in half.
— What the hell did they tell my daughter—they heard Stefan complain.
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Agatha smiled sweetly at this memory.
— Much better! — I hear Professor Anemone say.
She came out of her stupor and looked surprised at the teacher.
— That is a smile, you have to work on it, but it is quite cute, there is good material—said the teacher—let's try once again, as for everything the practice makes perfect, all together girls.
All the girls smiled again, this time applying the teacher's corrections.
Agatha was about to panic, but the system reproduced another memory from before the kidnapping was made.
It was his beautification session with Sophie.
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— I see it, but I find it hard to believe – admitted.
— Luckily denial only serves to hide a part of your beauty, not all—said Sophie with your arms in jar—you can hide the external, but I know that you are a sweetness, even if you hide it behind that bad mood.
I pinch her friend's cheek, who answered with a pout and a little nose of a stubborn rabbit.
— oh! Look until you look pretty angry – he put her in front of the mirror again – you have a bunny nose – he said, pointing to the way she wrinkled.
Agatha removed her angry face and put her hand to her nose, as Sophie hugged her shoulders and rotated her cheek with hers in an obvious attempt to annoy.
— Enough!
— you're cute, ADMIT IT! — Sophie demanded—and maybe I will free you.
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Agatha avoided laughing out loud, but you could still see a dazzling smile on her face.
— Wonderful! — exclaimed the teacher.
He had arrived at Agatha's desk without her noticing him because she was absorbed in his memories.
— That's a beautiful smile I wanted—said Professor Anemona with enthusiasm and some tenderness —don't lock her up, let her walk more often—I wink and move on to the next girl.
Then Agatha saw a 12 appear above her head and sighed had been saved by the hair.
Sophie didn't know it, but she had kept her promise.
He promised to help her pass this class.
And he fully delivered.
He went to the next class with a smile that earned him congratulations from the teacher.
She only became more radiant as she watched Beatrix look at her angrily.
He didn't take the first place from him.
But if the attention of the teacher that, for her, could be considered a sin at the same height.
She didn't think any other class was going to be as difficult as it is for her.
He was wrong.
Princess etiquette, dictated by Pollux, was worse.
He arrived in a bad mood, limping with his huge canine head attached to the body of a skinny goat and muttering that "this week the body is Castor's turn".
He looked up and saw the girls looking at him.
— And I thought I was teaching some princesses. I only see twenty rude girls gawking like toads. Are they toads? Do they like to hunt flies with their pink tongues?
After that, the students looked on with more dissimulation.
The first class was Princess Posture, and for this the students had to descend the four stairs of the tower carrying nests with nightingale eggs on their heads.
Although most of the students came down without breaking any eggs, Agatha found it more difficult.
It was due to several reasons:
That all her life she had walked hunched over.
That Beatrix and Reena stared at her with their new kind smiles.
That Sophie would win this challenge with her eyes closed, and that a dog taught how to improve posture by staggering on goat's feet.
Finally, he resorted to the same tactic of looping Sophie's voice by singing the label song while trying to follow the instructions.
Thanks to the fact that he spent all the previous day practicing, he managed not to kill any unborn birds.
When each student's grades appeared amid ethereal golden clouds (Beatrix, of course, got the number "1"), Agatha saw an "18" hovering over her and then crashing over her head.
He had won a lousy rating and a good but not spectacular one.
Two classes, there are 4 left and only two for lunch.
An era of history and in those while you are awake there is no way to fail.
Agatha rushed to her next class, desperate to maintain the streak of "passing, even by a hair's breadth".