Escape

3 • A

Written by: Daisy Quacquarelli
Edited by: Daisy Quacquarelli

Omg guys!! They finally meet each other!! And also I am sooo sorry this is late. Don't kill me pls.

Annabelle's POV

Slowly the car made its way to the top of the hill, spluttering in annoyance. I held the pedal to the floor with my foot, encouraging the small, old car. Despite the car being six-years-old, it had done well for the long journey it had had to do.

I looked up at the huge building in front of me. It truly looked terrifying. It could be described as a monster but that would just be ridiculous.

"Ugh." Moans came from my parents as they stirred and slowly awoke.

"Glad that you decided to wake up and join me," I said as I pulled the car up to the tall, iron gates up ahead. "You were drooling dad."

My father jolted awake and, in the process, slammed his head against the top of the car.

"You drove then?" my mother stupidly questioned, yawning loudly. "I knew those lessons would come in handy someday."

I rolled my eyes and looked at the gates. They were chain shut and looked as though they hadn't been opened for a long time.

I opened the window and leant out to the side to talk into the small microphone next to me.

"Erm, excuse me," I murmured. "I'm here to, you know, come to school."

There was a crackle and the microphone began to emit soft music until: "Yes. Continue through the gates until you reach the fountain of Liaj." The voice was clipped and formal, as if it knew that what it was saying was the absolute rule.

"T-thank you," I stuttered before driving forwards, expecting the gates to magically open but they didn't.

"Straight through, please." The woman's voice answered my unsaid question and, hesitating slightly, I drove the car through the iron gates.

They drifted through the car like water. As if they weren't even there.

My mother let out a squeal. "Annabelle! You must never listen to strangers. It could've been a trap." Her voice was panicked and I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel.

"Mum," I said, exasperated. "It was fine. Besides, I don't like the idea of waiting around for the car I cut off to catch up."

"You cut off a car!" My mothers voice was shrill as she lectured me.

I drowned her voice out by looking around at the scenery whilst I drove in, towards the school. It was pretty. Flowers were scattered around the large, green fields and, in the distance, a glittering swimming pool could be seen.

We pulled up and, barely containing my excitement, I jumped out of the car, rushed to the boot and grabbed my suitcase. When I returned round the side of the car, my parents were already out, stretching their backs and yawning.

The crunch of the stones coming from behind me didn't distract me from the beauty of the school until an annoyed voice shouted at me.

"You!"