Corrupted Vocaloid

Insane (Part1)

Yey for new chapter!

So I just thought that I needed to finish their background stories to make Phase 2 continuous.

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I didn't want my life to become like this. I promise you.

All I wanted was to become normal and live life like an average human being. But no, the Fate's design wasn't like that.

They made my life a living hell.

I am Shannen Rousseau and this is my story.

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The only thing I really wanted to do right now was to go back to sleep and be wrapped by the bliss of warmth my comforter gives.

But unfortunately, my dad has other ideas. My father is a very rich and a very powerful man here in France. My mother died giving birth to me. They always told me that I took after my mother, we had the same bright red hair and green eyes.

I ate my breakfast as quick and as fast as possible to escape this awkward feeling. My dad and I weren't really that close to begin with.

I excused myself and walked to my room. As I opened it, a maid greeted me and went to my aid. I took my bath and wore my schol uniform. I sat down and the maid brushed my long hair.

This was always the ritual every morning. Like a broken CD, over and over again.

After that was all over, I walked to my service and off to my school.

Our school is known for their powerful children of the powerful citizens France has. You would think that I would be respected out of all of them. But sadly, I'm bullied a lot. Red hair is France is really rare and because of that, rumors have spread. The students don't care who you are, they don't even know I'm part of the Rousseau Family. They always look at your appearance first. Just like every other shallow person out there.

I took after the face of my mother, and she was beautiful, I didn't have any genes from my dad. Well, except for my surname.

I was caught in daydreaming that I didn't realize I was already at school. I thanked my driver, took my bag, and walked to my classroom. Where I could be alone. I didn't really have friends, but I try. They just judge me before they even know me.

I walked through the hallway, feeling the stares and hearing the whispers.

"Look, it's roux."

"I wonder which family took her, this school doesn't need garbage."

"I know right."

I kept on walking, ignoring each one of them. I arrived shortly to my classroom and sat at the back. Staring outside my window.

"Look at what the garbage brought in." I heard someone say. I look up and saw the worst person this school has. Tyrone Voclain, the son of the school's chairman and my worst enemy. His raven hair swept on his right and his black eyes staring at me.

He has the students at his disposal, treating me like dirt, and all that other school dramas. In short, I hate him.

I glared at him and balled my hands. I didn't want to get into trouble again.

"The silent treatment?" He asked.

He was about to say something else when our teacher came in and told them to go back on our respective seats.

"This is not over roux."

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Let's just say that school was the living hell for me. This week wasn't different from any other week from school. I think it got worst as well.

I was preparing myself for the upcoming ball this evening. It was almost time. The maid helping me was arranging my hair into a sophisticated bun. I got a bit distracted by her hands.

The dress was magnificent. So were the shoes and the accesories. But I didn't care about them. I wanted to escape this world. Tonight, I'll be introduced as the fiancee of my enemy. Yes, the Voclain family has a very strong alliance with the Rousseau family. It was all my father's decision.

"Milady, we are done."

I looked up and saw someone I didn't know. My reflection showed someone confident and beautiful. I walked to the doors and thanked my maid before going inside the ballroom.

The ball itself wasn't that bad. I was still not introduced do that was a relief. It was weird as well, it's been an hour already. But my good luck ran out.

"Young Miss, Master is calling to you. He is in your office." Our butler told me. I nodded to him and walked outside of the ballroom and straight to my father's study.

I knocked and entered. I saw Tyrone with his father and other people I did not recognize.

"What is going on, Father?" I asked. My dad sat on his chair, he looked problematic as ever.

"Mon cher, (My dear,)" he started to say. "Pardonnes-moi. (Forgive me.)"

And just like that two persons pulled my arms behind me. They put clothe on my mouth and tied my arms. There was someone peculiar with them. She had straight black hair in a high ponytail and her eyes big and brown. Her eyes looks really weird, like there's numbers floating inside them. But she wore a simple black ballgown.

She walked to me and smiled, revealing her teeth. They were sharp and scary.

"She's beautiful, monsieur. The perfect first specimen. Please expect our payment tomorrow. I hope the business goes well."

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So that just happened. I hope this chapter is okay. I really liked this chapter and I would like to thank Google and Google Translate for the French reference. I tried.

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VFF#7: Roux is French for persons with red hair. Like a nickname for redheads.

But honestly, thank you for all the support you guys give me! I am so grateful for all of it!!

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