Erin took a deep breath as she strutted through the hallways, her classic black kitten heels in tow. This was the last day of school, the last day of listening to stuff that would basically be useless in the future. She walked with pride, letting her hips pop left and right.

They always said she owned the school, that she was the queen. So why not act like it?

People smiled at her as she walked past and she smiled back genuinely.

She may be a rich blonde, but that didn't mean she had to act like a snotty, spoiled brat 24/7.

She took in the gorgeous walls of her school, Queen's Prep. If she didn't have to face unforgiving teachers and endless amounts of homework, she would love this place.

Sighing, she looked in the mirror stuck on the side of her locker and reapplied her red lipstick. After chapping her lips together and making sure nothing was smudged, she continued to grab her books only to notice a small paper slipped in between a book that didn't seem like something she owned.

Curiosity soon got the best of her and she wearily grabbed the book. It was titled The Best Christmas Gifts and the was a note used as a bookmark. Hesitantly, Erin flipped to the page where the note was slipped into.

It was a page about advent calendars and there was a cute picture of a shoebox containing smaller boxes with numbers labelled on each of them. It was an adorable idea, something her uncreative mind would never think of.

Written on a neon green post it with a surprisingly neat penmanship was:

I hope you like gifts,
because you'll be getting 24 of them.