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"Oh crap.." Zelda muttered as she pushed herself up from the hard, wooden floor. Using her bed as a form of balance, she heaved herself up and glanced up toward the clock on the wall opposite of her bed. 06:15 on the dot. Whlist letting out a sigh, she dragged herself toward her bathroom and began to get ready for the school day ahead.
After brushing her teeth, Zelda unbuttoned her night clothes and placed them on the rack beside the shower. The room was warm, steam blooming into the air around her as the water descended from the showerhead drumming a soft, rhythmic pattern against the porcelain floor, pooling around the drain. With a quiet smile, Zelda stepped into the steaming sanctuary, allowing the warmth of the mist to envelop her completely before the water even touched her skin, removing every last lingering chill of sleep that was still trapped within her. The water ran down her body in a quick yet gentle manner. Relaxation clouded her mind, allowing for her stiff shoulders to loosen and her thoughts to clear. Her blonde, luscious locks draped over her shoulders as her body, head to toe, was being caressed by the water cascading down from above. After an approximate 30 minutes of of being in her private sanctuary, Zelda turned off the switch for the water and reached for both her towel and fluffy, light pink robe. Softly, she dried herself off, wrapped her hair in the towel and proceeded to wear her robe then step out into her room. After spending ten minutes drying her hair, she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to make herself breakfast. Ever since she was born, she always had someone to help with whatever she did whether it was her mother or someone her parents had hired. A few years earlier, this all changed. Her mother had unexpectedly passed away when Zelda was only six, a child. Once she turned 14, she no longer felt the need for anyone else to help her. She didn't need it nor want it. Urbosa was a beautiful, independent gerudo woman in her 30s-40s who was friends with young Zelda's mother. Ever since the tragedy, Urbosa has been as a mother figure for Zelda and has stayed by her side in the thick and thin. The girl had always been well off, or so people thought. She came from a wealthy, prestigious background and even attended the best school in all of Hyrule which her father happened to be the prinicpal of. Zelda hated this. She hated the constant expectation to be number one, the constant glares she would receive from other students who believe she only attends the school because her father is in charge. She only wanted to be a normal teenage girl. The girl fought back her tears, wondering why all of a sudden that all came back to her at once. She spread strawberry jam on her toast, something her mother would do for her every morning, and ate it while she headed back up the stairs. It seemed her father had already left the house. Months prior, when the school year had just begun, he would always driver her to school every morning. This resulted in glares and scoffs for the teenager so from then on she protested against her father to be able to take the bus simply so she wouldn't receive hate for the sole reason of being the principal's daughter. Suddenly, a memory came to mind. Hadn't her father told her that there would be a new student in her class today? The flame of curiosity suddenly sparked within her and blossomed into a roaring fire. Who was this person? Why would somsone join mid-term? How could they join mid-term? Usually, new students were rarely accepted mid-term due to high requirements necessary to become a student. If those requirements weren't evident, an exam was necessary. Hurriedly, she sprinted up the stairs, changed into her signature blue dress, styled her hair, swung her backpack over her shoulders and left the house.