☆SCARLETT THE DAUGHTER OF LIGHTNING☆

Chapter I: A New Beginning

You ever read those fairytale stories Cinderella, Jack and the beanstalk and The Little Match Girl and so on well they're real and how they came to be might not be what you expected.

The school for good and evil. My mother used to always tell me stories about her time in the school for good. Have you ever heard of Little Red Riding Hood? That's my mother. Kind, sweet and a damsel in distress at times.

Mother used to always tell me to be vigilant and never talk to strangers. She only really ever let me go out with her or her cousin Robin. Yes, the Robin Hood of Sherwood Foresr. They're quite distant cousins but family is still family. Atleast that's what my mother tells me

"Scarlett darling, if you don't keep your head out of the clouds, your muffins are going to burn," Mum notified me. I snapped back from my thoughts. Kicking up off the couch and I bolted into the kitchen. It hadn't occurred to me that I was in the middle of baking.

I picked up a nearby cloth and brought out the muffins. Thankfully, they weren't burnt. "Phew, they're okay," I sighed in relief.

"I have no clue how you do that they look and smell utterly amazing granny taught you well," Mother complimented.

In my family, we have a tradition. A younger generation learns a hobbies from an older generation. Allow me to explain: I learned how to bake from my granny. My mother learned from her granny how to sew when she was younger. It's a little confusing, I know.

We sat down at our small dinner table and had our little mother daughter talk while eating my muffins.

"Your first day of school is tomorrow Scarlett are you ready?" Mother asked.

I'll be completely honest here. I'm quite nervous of growing up. I never had proper friends because of my mother. Well, she started to be a lot more careful around people who weren't family.

It wasn't even because of her fairytale,
Well, it is, but I think it's mostly got to do with why my dad left. Mother never told me anything about him. All she said was that he was as arrogant as a god, whatever that meant.

"Well, I suppose so, but I'm not overly excited though. I'll not be able to see you for a long time," I sighed sadly.

"Scarlett, sweetie, you will be fine. I know you will. You are your mother's daughter, you're a survivor. You'll make it by all of those stuck up privileged girls," my mother said in an attempt to comfort me, it didn't work.

I looked down at the table and stared at wooden lines. Mother saw this, so she gently grabbed my hands, sat up straight, and finally said, "Hildegarde listened to me." I lifted my head up in shock she never usually calls me by my real name.

If you didn't know already, which you probably don't, my name is Hildegarde Beaudette. My mother calls me Scarlett because everyone calls her red, so it seemed fitting to call her daughter Scarlett as a nickname.

My mothers name is Rita Beaudette. Of course, we have very formal names, Hildegarde, but my mother chose it because of the meaning it means war or battle.

Mother loved stories and books of battle. I was the opposite. I hated reading mainly because I couldn't read. Whenever I tried, the letters float up away from the page.

"I know you've never made many friends before. That's my fault, but I want you to try and make some friends. You're young and I dont want you to be living like rapunzel talking to inanimate objects, do you understand?"

I still doubted that I would make friends, but I nodded and got up from the table. "I do understand. Thank you, Mother. I should start packing my stuff now," I replied, softly.