Demure Deformity.

Chapter 1

July 20th, 2016. Present day.

Olivia's diary

I step inside the classroom and look at the unfamiliar faces that filled the room. It's the first day of school. I sit wherever I wanted, which is the lonely, empty seat in the corner at the back of the class. Even though I was mere seconds from falling asleep, I sat straight, and tried my best to keep my demure stance; because as mom always told me; "a princess never slouches" or...something along those lines.

Everything seemed normal enough. Well— as normal as an Academy for Royalty gets, at least. Princesses wore colorful gowns, corsets, and dresses; some ankle length, some just above their knees. Their attire were made of sleek, soft fabric, that made them look like porcelain dolls in a little girl's room.

The classroom was huge. That's all I have to say. And I don't like it.
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"Marcus, could you be a darling and babysit your sister while I'm out?" Mom told Marcus as she smooths out her clothes next to the front door of the castle. "I won't come back until 11 pm, so make sure she's safe." She grabs her parasol, bag, before two big men in dark purple armor open the gates, and she walks out. Me and Marcus stayed standing there like statues, and waited until mom is out of sight. When the two men closed the doors again, I immediately rushed to get upstairs, as Marcus e, looking like he was ready to pounce on me. "Get away from me! Stop it, Marc!" I screamed, trying my best to run away from him. "No, no, no!!! Stop chasing me!" I yelled, and ran into a wall. Marcus towered over me, and looked at me like how a predator would look at its prey. I was scared. Terrified, even. Marcus grabbed me by my shirt collar, raising me up to his face. "Don't annoy me, alright? Don't come knocking and snooping in my room, and I won't hurt you. Got it?" He said, his eyes piercing through my soul. I nodded frantically, cold sweat running down my forehead. "Pathetic." He said, dropping me and storming off to his room, slamming the door behind him. As he left, I feel the burning sensation of tears forming in my eyes. I carefully stood up, relying on the wall to keep me up. My legs shook, but I continued to my room, sitting down at my desk, and proceeding to cry for the next hour.

He's always been like this. Well, at least I remember him always being the way he is...I don't remember at all a time that he cared about me. But now it's 10:36 pm, and I have to go to sleep. I have school tomorrow.
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I wanted to get out of this school. There he goes again, with his jerk friends. "Olivia!" Marcus yelled out to me. This isn't good. He grabbed the strap of my bag, forcefully pulling me towards him. "What do you want now..." I muttered. "Do my homework." He told me, before yanking me closer by my hair. "Or else."

"Do you understand?" He said, his voice deep and menacing. I struggle to break free from his grasp, but that only made Marcus tighten his grip on my hair. He shook me around, demanding an answer he liked from me. Goddamn! That hurts! "I said. Do you understand?" Marcus threatened, his voice sounding as menacing and husky as ever. I nodded, but it barely counted as a nod, since my whole body weight was hanging from my head. Please let me go.

Marcus dropped me. falling to the floor I went, landing in a puddle on the ground. Great...my dress is ruined...

Marcus and his imbecile disciples chuckled and left. This day couldn't get any worse.

For the rest of the day, I had to sit, walk, and run in a wet, dirty gown. Oh, the amount of pure humiliation I felt. Some other princesses looked at me as if I was some stray rat covered in mud. At least..I have some friends that helped me out. Gloria offered to help dry and clean my gown, Gabriela comforted me during my darkest times, and Edel...she always defended me in front of my bullies; which I'm very grateful for.

"Ugh! Those scums.. it's gonna be alright, Liv." Gabriela told me, combing through my hair. "It's difficult to deal with those people who unrightfully hurt you...but I will make sure the teachers get involved in this." Edel stated, putting her hands on her hips; her stoic manner shining through once again. Edel was like a hero...her long wine colored hair flowing and draping down like curtains, emphasizing her desire to keep order and justice. But...despite her brave and strong personality...there was only one word that can truly express this girl...ethereal.

I'm glad I have such good friends...
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