THE HIT SHOW [ONGOING]

ACT 1, SCENE 1: The Sh*tshow Begins

Willow felt ill.

She felt sick of all the stupidity that had happened three weeks ago. All those unnecessary, stupid, idiotic-

"Fuuuuuuuuck me!"

With an immense thud, Willow kicked the heel (or as she called it, the hoof) of her leather school shoes, against the car door.

"Aye! Aye! go easy back there! We got ten minutes left!" The driver snapped. He wasn't exactly happy to be in the car either. Last time he'd checked, his job was to drive around top-profile businessmen. Not spoiled rich kids that were definitely old enough not to kick and curse in the back seat.

Willow huffed, crossing her arms against her chest. She looked out the window, noticing the murky fog forming an eerie blanket around the Mercedes she was in. The fog of the mountains brought with it a sea memories, now alive.

The way she struggled out of the officers' grip, the way they threw her in. The way she cried...

Out of anger, not sadness.

At least that's what she told herself.
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Willow had been sitting on the iron bench behind bars for hours. She had her face buried in her hands as she had at Nahamura's place. All coming back to her, she furrowed her brows.

When the door to the office had burst open, she remembered the face of her mother and older sister. Her mother was clearly furious. The way her lips were twisted and her brows, similar to her daughters', were crossed. She hated when her mother looked like that.

Willow's feet directed her once more, moving her to stand up and walk towards the bars. Squeezing her small, round face in between the chilling bars, she watched her mother storm in.

"What on Earth do you think you're doing?!"

Great. Here we go.

Willow's mother's eyes weren't as dark as hers, in fact, they were light. But at this very moment, the hazel that swirled around her irises were dark, almost black.

"Mum! No! It wasn't me I didn't do anything, I-

"Enough. I don't care. You're always aggressive, you're always upset, you're always running off and causing trouble and now you're in here! I've had it with you!"

Her mother was worried sick for her daughter, to the point where she wanted to rip her daughter's head off.

"Mum! Come on, you're being unreasonable! I-

"Enough. I don't want to hear any of it. I don't want to deal with you anymore. You're acting like this because I've treated you better. Do you know hard it is to deal with you? Do you know much I go through? Maybe it's best if you dealt with someone like yourself. Maybe it's best if you just live with your dad."

Willow's mind pondered on her mother's words. She wished, she hoped that her mother was the only overreacting and that she would return home and it'd all be forgotten.

How foolish was she to think so?

"Mum's pissed."

Willow looked up at her older sister, who'd been standing there for a moment. Her eyes were large, her hair dyed dark, chewing gum as though this wasn't the first time they had been called to some sort of office because of her younger sister.

Free from her trance, Willow shot her sister a deathly glance.

"No shit Emma."

"I told you, don't go around looking for trouble or it'll find you, you're like a magnet or some shit."