Kendall's POV
I walked through the school with my so-called posse. People watch me in awe. No one can get more popular than this right? Nope. No one can beat queen KK. I wave to my ladies and walk to my locker, still be admired by hundreds. I put in my locker combination and gifts of all sorts pour out like a fountain. I open my daily letter and read it out loud,
Dear Kendall,
Have you heard the myth? You don't know who I am, and I think we better keep it that way. My friend shall meet you in Central Park at 5:00 pm SHARP. He'll explain.
Sincerely,
Unknown
I silently looked at the note then back at my anxious crowd.
Someone rolled there eyes, "Note please? I have class."
I cleared my throat, "um this is just a dance reminder Maddie sent me...nothing special. We'll just have to wait till tomorrow! Sorry to disappoint you all!"
Everyone groaned and walked to class.
I frowned and felt a tingle in my body. The bell rang and I walked to class.
Mr. Browns began, "Welcome back class! Today we are to be learning about a special myth, by, SKYLER HEID.
I shivered. I finished all my classes and head home.
4:50 yikes.
I thought.
I arrived in a purple plastic room all around the park...dark?
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FanfictionKendall, The schools princess, queen of everything. Often mistaken for Skyler. The myth of 1865 of Skyler Heid. Who was Americas queen until she suddenly killed herself. Does Kendall believe in that myth? Why does she get bullied because of it? Wa...
