Snow White and the Seven Devils.

Okay! Here's my first book, it's a snow white fan-fiction but not really sort of thing. It's basically about a girl who has to move in with 7 boys, you know snow white and the seven dwarves... Snow white and the seven devils? get it? do ya? do ya? yeah, not funny. Anyways... I hope y'all who read it enjoy it and stick with me with my books :) xoxo 

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I leant my head against the cool glass of the taxi window, watching the scenery pass by. My legs were crossed underneath me and I had my iPod in my hand, my fingers wound around it tightly, I was nervous. No. I was beyond nervous, my tummy felt like it was full of bats and I felt like I was going to be sick, the sun was setting slowly on the horizon, I could feel the small amount of warmth disappearing, ready for the cold night ahead. My small toy sheep was rested against my thigh, making me feel the slightest bit safer. I remembered when my mum had bought that for me, I was five and she’d been in Melbourne for a week and left me to stay with my Grandmother, I was heartbroken for a couple of days until I found out she was in fact coming back. I must’ve thought she’d abandoned me. But she returned a couple of days later with the cutest sheep toy I’d seen.

His name is Shanks.

I carefully put my hand on his soft, plush head as the taxi pulled into a long gravel driveway. I breathed in slowly. I will be fine.

Once a house had come into view I gasped quietly, the house looked massive. It was old with peeling, pastel white walls, it looked at least two or three stories and it had a dark blue roof and a few blue shutters on the higher windows.

The car pulled to a stop just out front and I stuffed shanks and my iPod into my bag and put it over one shoulder, I opened the taxi door and smiled slightly at the driver who lifted my suitcase out of the trunk. I handed him a twenty-dollar bill and he nodded curtly before getting back in his car and driving off.

“Ana!” I heard a voice shout.

I looked up to the large front door and noticed a man who looked to be in his mid-forties, he had floppy brown hair and he was wearing slacks and a blue dress shirt.

“Um, Lucas. Right?”

He nodded his head once, “Right. I don’t suppose you remember me at all, you were only just starting primary school last time I saw you.”

I shrugged slightly, “I sort of remember when you came over to Adelaide and you pushed my face into an ice-cream,” I said casually, remembering the video Mum had shown me before I left.

He laughs, “You didn’t speak to me for the rest of the day after that,” He grins, and then holds the door open, “After you.”

I smile and say thankyou before quickly rushing through the doorframe.

“Here let me get that for you. You look tired,” he said, grabbing my suitcase from me.

I smile again and nod slowly before he shows me to my bedroom.

Okay, I need to remember, second floor, fourth on the left.

“Here you go, it’s not much, we never use it,” Lucas said, opening the door.

The room was huge; it was double the size of my room back home.

It didn’t have much, just a queen bed, a desk, a TV, a chest of drawers and a small green rug on the floor that looked matted and dirty.

“The bathroom and wardrobe are through the door there, you have your own bathroom, ‘cause I don’t think you’d want to share with a bunch of guys.”