Escape

3 • ¥en

Written by: Daisy Quacquarelli
Edited by: Daisy Quacquarelli

I was gonna post this chapter on Christmas but I thought it would be too nice of me to actually post it on the due date.

Elexia's POV

As we drew nearer and nearer to the school, I twitched slightly in excitement. It was going to be quite interesting here.

"Come in the front for me, Elexia," Dad sounded slightly concerned. "Look at this."

Swiftly, uncaring about disobeying the law, I unplugged my seatbelt and clambered forwards, plonking down into the passenger seat. I glanced out of the window and noticed that, as we drew up to the gate, they were chained shut.

"Uhh, dad?" I questioned, my voice wavering. It was obvious he was just as confused as I was but nodded his head in the direction of a small speaker outside of my window.

Slowly, cautiously, I opened the window and stuck my head out, leaning towards the microphone.

"Hi," I started. "We're here to-"

"Yes. Continue through the gates until you reach the fountain of Liaj." The sharp voice cut me off and my eyebrows raised at the rudeness.

"Bitch," I murmured under my breath but I nodded to my dad who began to drive forwards until-

BANG

Both of us jolted forward in our seats, surprised. It was slightly worrying that we hadn't been able to get through however when I heard soft laughter coming from the speaker, I knew that the voice had heard me.

"Drive on," the woman said we did as she said, this time passing through the gate as if it were nothing but a gas.

Clapping his hands excitedly together, dad drove on, and I simply stared out of the window at the grounds. Around us was acres and acres of grass and a narrow gritty track that lead us to the school. We drew up at the fountain the voice had forced us to approach and I glanced around quickly for my eyes were drawn to the bright yellow car situated in the middle of the parking lot.

The drivers door of the ridiculously coloured car opened and, as I expected, a pointed black school shoe emerged and hopped down from the front seat. Not soon after, a woman and man, who I assumed to be her mother and father, joined her, rubbing sleep from their eyes and yawning widely. (AN: is it weird that I yawned as I wrote that?)

I felt my anger bubble and, ignoring the protests from my own father, I forcefully pushed open my own door and yelled across at the girl.

"You!"

I strode over and stood, firmly in front of her, towering over her by a good foot. She glanced up and me and offered a nervous smile which I, obviously, didn't return.

"Hi," she muttered, offering her hand sheepishly. "I'm A. Sorry if I-"

I cut her off. "Don't apologise to me!" I yelled, putting my face close to hers. "Apologise to my father," I wildly gestured behind me in the genuine direction of where I had come from and continued. "Because of your reckless driving we both almost died! What the hell were you thinking?"

The crunch of footsteps came up behind me but I ignored them, still staring at the girl in front of me but her eyes had shifted and she was looking over my shoulder in amazement.

"You're that girl who ran by us!" she exclaimed and smiled.

The girl did not return the smile. In fact, instead she drew back her hand.

And delivered a harsh slap to A.