Can I Kill You?
Part 1 - Summer

Everyone knows, if the noble family has the same characteristics; golden mane, eyes like sea waves, and porcelain-clear skin. And everyone knows I don't have one of those. Blue eyds.

Never sure when, this topic is always present like hot oil on a pot that is ready to gush at me since childhood. The difference in the color of my hair is often considered that I am not a noble child.

In contrast, Gabriel had it all.

Plus, he's also got a watered-down brain in all his lessons. Who is the teacher who never guessed him as the king's son? I don't know, my fingers are tired of counting. However, I believe that the scholar Gabriel can count the number of compliments that reach his ears.

I don't give a shit. I try not to care.

A smile is enough to wipe away the worry in my heart, I think.

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Summer started again this year, and we both decided to go back to school. Humans do not want to lose to vampires of course. They built more educational institutions ‘merakyat’ he said. Me and Gabriel are their new mascots.

It's ridiculous, really. I dare shout in the middle to swear if I am not fit to be a mascot. I have no talent in academia.

But inevitably I have to accept it, because I am the 'son of the king'.

“Remember, do not do anything suspicious.”

As I recall, father remained seated arrogantly on his desk, unceasingly looking at me as if I were the most top fugitive in the kingdom. His emerald green uniform makes me sultry. The dress I was wearing was the thinnest.

Gabriel squinted his eyes and headed my shoulders. “Suspicious said, sis.” A small smile was implied on his lips. Naughty smile. “Very reflect brother.”

“mirroring your lips.” I sneered, and a super cold look I could immediately taste with my sweaty skin.

“You understand, no?” Dad cut.

Damnit. Again, I am the only one. Why don't you ever comment if Gabriel's talking?

“Once again I warn: Don't do anything suspicious.” reset it, give the bottom line on the word ‘suspicious’. “Awas only if until found child battered—”

I immediately closed my ears and called out as loud as possible. “Ouch! No listening!” I opened my hand again and pulled Gabriel's arm around. “Come, Gabriel. Our business is done.”

Still pretending to be confused, Gabriel turned his head and looked down at father while saying, “Excuse me, Father.”

I didn't respond. Never once did I salute my father, the tallest man in the kingdom, someone I had ever admired, and end up leaving behind a flame-burning hateful emotion.

The room was soon quiet again, and the sound of the pen soon followed the silence, just as I had expected.

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I stretched my body. The summer uniform arrived in my room. Plaid patterned skirt is dark green and uniform equipped with a vest that looks like color. Light yellow sunflower logo on the left chest, complete with the words Z.A—Zamrud Academy.

What a ridiculous name. I wonder if vampires also use royal names for their schools. It might be.

There was a sound coming from the direction of the door being knocked twice. Without needing to be answered, I knew it was the waiter who would take care of all my school supplies. The door opened, tucking in the delicious aroma of the pastry the waiter brought. I swallowed my saliva.

"Miss, this is your gear for today" he said in a gentle tone. The cake was placed on the table. One of his arms still seemed to be grasping something.

"I want to go to school at home" I chanted with the smallest sound possible, and I could not believe that this servant heard my voice.

"There won't be anything interesting if the lady keeps school at home, you know?" Really, deh. Her voice was indeed as gentle as the elderly grandmother's cuddling her granddaughter.

"Please come here, miss. Let me get her hair done."

I tried to straighten up and sat in front of a giant mirror the size of half my body. There, I saw myself, myself who hated everything and was fragile in the warmth of the servant's hand that was slowly styling my hair, making anyone feel comfortable and almost put me to sleep.

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Eight o'clock in the morning. Perfect time to start class. My beautiful unravelled hair made my confidence scoop all over my face, no smile tucked in my heart, everything spilled out.

Walking down from the carriage became a common sight in this academy. No child comes on foot. The more luxurious your carriage, the more stylish you are when getting off the train with the normal face of the coachman is super annoying.

The perfect touch was given to us, the king's daughter. Simplicity must be embedded early on, whether the slogan fake it should be reflected in whom. In the end, those of us who were sacrificed, had to be commoners among the children who claimed to be conglomerates. Irritate me.

The sky was too bright to make my heart grim. It's my first summer day, and I can't give up on being happy.

We walked into the gate greeted by writing carved in front of a giant stone in front bearing the name of our school, EMRUD ACADEMY. Cool. My school used to have no giant stone with this kind of writing.

"Good hair, brother. Looks like it's special oil, huh?"

I glanced at Gabriel. Her face was flawless. Today she is prettier with her cheeks that can naturally blush. The dimples of his nose were straight, and his lips were as fresh as a pomegranate. And it all emanated when his hat was still attached to his head. When can I be as beautiful as her?

My lips are a little bit. "Hmm, yeah."

"I also wear it, Brother Lili who gave it to me. Look, shine, right?" Gabriel said again as he opened his hat and flicked his hair. Straight and shining like real gold. I'm termangu.

"Your hair is beautiful indeed, I'm always envious" I said as honestly as possible. Hopefully we can stop Gabriel's actions.

From a great distance, someone greeted us. "Gabriel!"

Or rather, welcome Gabriel.

The crowd became busy in an instant. Many women gathered to see the beauty of Gabriel as a goddess descending from heaven. I intervened, immediately stepping aside.

"It's such a beautiful hair. Today you're wearing hair oil from what brand?" One of them came with sparkling eyes, the other was unwilling to lose. "Is that Margaret's brand? Or the local brand Zizy?"

Gabriel did not immediately reply, the surroundings were full of girls in hats. Today is hot. Maybe because of that, my chest became increasingly congested.

I immediately ran and entered the hallway, hiding myself from the shadows of the sun. Quietly let out a long sigh and drained something I should not have shed. Anger that is covered with tears.

Who would have thought that someone would greet me in such a terrible situation.

"Are you okay?"

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