Amongst the chaos of highschool you found yourself in the halls of school walking down with your text books in your hand as you gassed by a group of popular kids. You never like them you always thought that they were honestly kinda rude and all the same. As you made eye contact with one your soul shook. Theo. Son of Cleo di Nile. Prince of the mummy kingdom.

He had thiss wrap around one of his eyes. Rumor had it if he took it off it’d glow and you could see your death in them. Another said that if you saw his eye you’d get goodluck. One said that he’d only let his future queen/ king look at his eye. You looked up at him then went straight to your class. As you sat down in history you wrote down your notes and gently let your hand glide along the paper feeling the rough material against your hand. You always wondered how trees made paper. It never added up how brown could become white. As you thought long and hard about that you self the weight of the seats shift next to you.

You gently turned your head to see Theo sitting next to you pulling out his note book and writing everyone in class was whispering about it and everyone was looking at you. Who was this guy and why did he have to sit right next to you—

“Sorry..all the seats were taken..I’m Theo ..” he said reaching hand out to you as if he wasn’t one of the richest teenagers in history.