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I stared myself down in the full length mirror in the dingy attic that is my room. My sweatshirt looked so big on my petite 2’1 frame, that it hung down to my butt. I wrapped my golden locks carelessly into a messy bun. I don’t care about how I look. My brilliant blue orbs remind my mother so much of my dead dad that she forces me to wear thick glasses. I stumbled down the stairs clumsily. Ugh. I hate being petite and clumsy.
“Y/N!!! HURRY UP!” Called my cruel mother.
“*sigh.* coming mother!”
When I made it down to the kitchen, my ugly evil mother was smiling maliciously.
“I have decided to send you away.” I fell back in shock, my perfectly pink lips agape in astonishment.
“Wha-wha-what?”
“You are going to a boarding school in New York. I hope you have fun attending an ALL BOYS SCHOOL!” She cackled, throwing back her head in evilness. My blue orbs lined with tears.
“Please mother, I’ll be bullied for my petite frame and beautiful face!”
“That’s exactly the point. Enjoy your last day of school here freak!” I ran out crying, my blue orbs shining purple in the daylight. I stumbled to school, where I saw my best friend Anna Kendrick. She tossed her long brown locks to the side.
“What is wrong y/n? Have the bullies hurt you again?”
“My evil mother is sending me to an all boys’ school!” I cried.
“Oh no! But you are such a beautiful girl! How could you go to an all boys school?”
“My grades are the best in the country so I got accepted anyways.”
“I will miss you.” Anna frowned, her brown orbs lined with tears.
As I pushed my big heavy books into my locker, I felt strong large arms wrap around me. It was my childhood best friend, Walker Scobell! I turned into his warm embrace.
“What’s wrong princess?” Walker purred, his silvery teal orbs shimmering in the dim lit hallway. I let out a deep sigh.
“My mother is sending me away to an all boys boarding school tomorrow..” Walker’s jaw ticked as his turquoise orbs widened, contrasting his sunkissed skin. His face fell, and his caramel curls tousled.
“Don’t leave me my love. What will I do without you……”
“It’ll be alright Walkie, you’re my best friend! I’ll find a way to be with you..” Walker held me tight, his large manly hands cradling my tiny waist gently.
Between periods, I leaned against the lockers, my earbuds playing Confidence by Demi Lovato. Suddenly, I was slammed into the locker. It was Harry Styles, my bully. He was the most popular guy at school, and the hottest as well, but some argue that Walker is cuter…... I flushed bright red and turned my timid gaze away from his piercing green orbs.
“What’s this rumor I hear of you going away?” He growled, his hand placed firmly against the locker, keeping my tiny body in place.
“I-I-I leave t-t-t-t-t-t-tomorrow.” I stuttered.
“You can’t leave. You belong to me. Got it freak?” He hissed, his beautiful British accent making his words sound regal and composed. I shivered at his alphaness. He turned away and immediately three popular girls flew to his arms to flirt with him. A tear shed from my bright blue orbs as I darted up the stairs to the roof, my safe space. I was reminded of my dead dad every time I walk up stairs. My father was mysteriously shoved down the stairs when I was ten. I miss him more than anything. I threw open the door to the roof and whipped the hideous glasses onto the ground, revealing my perfect beautiful face. The wind bit at my cheeks and blew my wavy golden locks to cascade down to my petite waist. Through tears, I opened my mouth to sing. My voice was beautiful and pure, and I sang Fight Song. It was my dad’s favorite. I looked out to the dull city, and as if my amazing voice had summoned them, Walker and Harry burst through the doors, watching my effortless performance. I turned to face them, blushing.
“O-o-oh. I-I-I— didn’t know you’d see me. S-s-s-sorry…..” Harry’s orbs were wide. His jaw ticked. Walker’s teal orbs shined with sadness as he ran to hug me.
“I’ll miss you so much my dearest.”
The next day came far too quickly. I had packed a little trunk that once belonged to my dad. I packed it with my minimal belongings. A black limo was waiting for me outside. The driver beckoned me into the limo.
“I’m so glad to see you go. Now I can replace you with my new HUSBAND!! His son goes to your new school. He owns the Wonka chocolate factory. He’s filthy rich!” Tears streamed down my porcelain skin.
“No! You can’t replace father!”
“And I’ve heard his son is just as cruel as I am! He’ll make sure your life is hell…..” with that, she shoved me into the limo, cackling.
When I got into the limo, I saw a very attractive boy sitting across from me. Probably even hotter than Harry. He was thin and his orbs were a gentle light green. His dark brown hair was messy yet silky, styled in an effortless middle part. His jaw ticked.
“You must be my new sister.” He purred, leaning forward.
“Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes….. What’s your name?”
“Timothée. Timothée Chalamet.”