Escape

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Elexia's POV

"Dad you know I can just get the train or something." I huffed as I got into the back of the car.

"No way is my daughter going into public looking like a luminous mushroom. Sorry sweetie it's not going to happen. Now remember what I said," he snapped. It was unusual for my dad to do that but if he does, there was no way you would be able to change his mind so I went along with it.

"Yeah, yeah. I need to get at least 5 friends before the end of the week in order to stay there."

"And..."

"In the report, to stay, I have to have no less that 4 A's. I know, I know, so get a move on dad!" I said in a hurry. My dad had always expected the best from me and I always delivered. So it couldn't change even if I'm going to a boarding school.

"Well done. Now let's get you to school, you've already made us late." He said suddenly all perky and happy. Talk about Bipolar.

My curly, strawberry-blonde hair, now short around my shoulders, felt unnatural after the terrifying haircut I had had previously the day before.

The car revved as we began to descend the hill we lived on. I straightened my bright pink skirt and sighed in disgust slightly. What a pathetic uniform. Pink and purple, of all colours.

In a flash, my sketchbook was out of my bag, a pencil hovering beside it. I smirked and grabbed them out of the air. Despite having the power to draw with my mind too, I decided against it. Besides, the pencil felt a lot better in my hand than in my mind.

I sketched myself before adding a uniform and attaching labels.

"Honey," my dads voice seemed annoyed. "You'd better not be drawing."

I sighed and made all my things put themselves away.

"Nope dad," I muttered and glanced out of the window.

I let my imagination run wild as I imagined what my room would be like having already been told that I was to be sharing a room with four other girls

"OI BASTARD!" My dads voice shocked me out of my trance. I glanced out of the window to see a small yellow Picanto gliding alongside us.

"Why is he driving next to us?" I asked. "I thought it was a two lane road."

"It is," my father said through gritted teeth. "But this twat doesn't seem to notice."

I stick my middle finger up at the driver and then remind myself that the windows were blacked out.

Suddenly, I let out a gasp of surprise. The driver was a female and not any old female.

This driver was a girl.

Wearing my uniform.