Pandora's Box ~ON HOLD~

Chapter 1- Cruelty from the Unknown

Author's Note:

I don't know if you've read my first book or not but I've decided to start fresh. I was reading my first book until I realised that the story seemed way too impossible (even for a fanfiction!). The story escalated way too fast and major events were happening too early so I've decided to put "I'm Accidentally in Love" on hold. I would probably continue it but it depends on the success of this book. If this book goes well, I'd probably spend more time on this instead of trying to salvage the wreck I've caused. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience.

Alison

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You're a crazy pile of s**t! :L

Stop trying to be hipster, you're just another drug addict!!! :@

You're a model? In your dreams...

Has anyone ever told you how much of an ugly skank you are? ;)

My Ask.fm inbox was filled by a surplus of negative comments and anonymous abuse. I don't normally get this kind of attention but during our celebratory assembly today, the whole school found out that I got signed by a well-known, successful modelling agency.

The school would often have assemblies to dedicate and show-off the talent our school offers. In other words, it is the school's way of embarrassing you. Many dreaded these assemblies. Mostly the nerds and the people who thought they were too cool for school. It was an embarrassing ritual to say the least. The headteacher standing in front of everyone on stage, whilst your school photo of you was projected onto a white screen behind him, telling everyone about your recent and huge achievements. Most of the times, people wouldn’t pay a shred of attention but when Mr. Collins (our headteacher) announced that I was recently discovered by STORM agencies, eyes soon grew wide open. No-one believed or registered what Mr. Collins said.

I remembered how the volume of people’s murmurs soon grew louder and louder by the minute. The intensity and coldness of the stares I was given by snarky, jealous girls. Everyone in the hall was either shocked or completely mind-boggled. To be honest, if I was someone else, I probably would have done the same. I wasn’t your typical 17 year-old. I wasn’t the girl who you would catch smoking, doing drugs or drinking.

I was more commonly seen at the garden centre or at the library than shopping or hanging out with friends at the park. I spent more time on Tumblr than Facebook or Twitter. My wardrobe mainly consisted of skinny jeans and lumberjacks shirts instead of typical girl clothes like leggings, tank tops and crop tops. It’s fair to say that I wasn’t normal. This is why a lot of girls sent me hate anonymously.

I hastily closed the website and slammed the lid of my laptop shut, pushing it away from me towards the bottom of my bed. I pulled my legs closer to my chest and leaned against the headboard of my queen-sized bed. For a fairly small girl, I had a huge bed. My bed was filled with pillows and stuffed toys. I guess I’m a kid at heart. I rested my chin on my knee and started rocking back and forth. I found the motion and the movement of doing this helped me calm down and relax. Every time I was under pressure or stressed out, I would often find myself sitting like this and swaying like a little rocking chair. I continued rocking back and forth for another 10 minutes till my attention was suddenly grabbed by the soft footsteps coming towards my door.

Light shone through the gap between the bottom of my door and the floor and as the footsteps got closer, the light was gradually covered by the presence of someone. As the light was replaced by someone’s shadow, I heard someone knock from the other side. The lightness of the knock was familiar. I realised that it was my mother knocking