Chapter twelve.
A cheeky student walked down the school corridors with an easy and confident gait. Everyone who saw her was shying away from her, so as not to get caught in her eyes. And those who did not have time to do it, she penetrated with her icy glance that some even fainted. The gold hair was gracefully styled in a long braid, which she wrapped around her head.
As she entered her class, she stopped looking at her classmate, who the blonde woman thought was dressed in pathetic clothes. Jeans, a blouse, and red hair.
- Hey, you! -the cheeky student showed her her her index finger. - How dare you dress up like that right in front of me?
- I'm sorry,- said the redheaded girl. - But my family doesn't have enough money to buy me luxury like yours...
- A beggar,- Nastia replied squeamishly. - I hate animals like you.
Having rudely pushed away the "red beast", Nastya sat down at her desk. Having heard this short dialogue, classmates began to whisper. Some of them had goosebumps, some of them looked fiercely at Nastia, and some of them didn't give a damn about it. But they all knew that no one could stop this outrage. It was too late to reeducate this peculiar person.
Lessons went slowly and painfully. Boring repetition of materials, nothing new, fatigue and thirst to come home and sit down at the computer - the usual life of schoolchildren. Teachers all spoke in a dying tone as if introducing their students into hypnosis. And of course, a lot of homework! There is no way without it! But the hellish school day sooner or later ends. And when such a moment comes, all happy children run to the street, forgetting about the mountain of homework, which is still to be cleaned up, and about tomorrow's the same day.
Nastia did not perceive the school as a place where knowledge was being pushed into her head, but as a place where she could boast in front of all the students, and also to insult some ignorant people. After all, most people do not deserve to study next to such a princess! That's why everyone was afraid of her, even those who enjoyed popularity at school.
The bright sun almost blinded the "royal" person who proudly came out of the school building. With her eyes squeezed, she walked proudly towards her palace. Although, if you think about it, the palace can not be called a house, though rich. But in any case, Nastia's apartment was filled with luxurious furniture, expensive paintings by famous artists and carpets made of gold threads hung on the walls... Not a house, but a fairy tale!
Crossing the park on her way to her "palace", Nastya squeamishly looked at street pigeons, which often had to eat what people threw away. "How disgusting!" - The girl turned away from this sight in a flash, sentencing herself. But most of the children live in the same poverty, are forced to eat God knows what they look like! This is why these creatures should not be approached so closely.
The newly built white house stood right in the middle of the street. When she entered the house, she took the elevator to her floor and opened the door. Inside the apartment, as mentioned above, everything was furnished richly. After taking off her street clothes and hanging them on the hanger, Nastia rushed impatiently into the kitchen. She ran into the room and caught a fat man with a daily newspaper in her hand.
- Daddy,- the girl shouted, suffocating with joy.
Having clenched firmly in his father's arms, Nastia heard him say it with a smile:
- How is my girl?
- Everything is great at school! - She whispered without holding back the flood of feelings.
Looking into Dad's blue eyes, Nastia felt safe. She rarely sees her father, because he goes abroad quite often, almost never at home. On the other hand, he was the one who received the money by sending most of his beloved family.
- I have to leave tomorrow,- my father said with sorrow. - But I will try to bring you souvenirs.
Nastia smiled. Wishing to spend more time with her father, she sat down with him at the table, listening to his adventures in distant countries. So they sat up late, telling each other cases from their lives.
The continuation should be... https://zen.yandex.ru/media/id/5d9307495d636200aefad802/cat-the-story-of-the-little-princess-5d95c305c05c7100affa4885