The Girl With No Last Name (The Girl #1)

Life

The rest of the week was a blur. I aced my classes, though no one knew it; procrastinated my homework, as usual; made new friends; and grew closer to Charlotte. The last two items are the main reason I consider this week productive. The whispers and minor bullying have been almost exclusively extinguished.

I have been toying around with an idea for a while; I was planning on inviting Charlotte over for dinner. We've grown pretty close so I think trust isn't a major issue anymore. I was going to ask Ahmed today.

On the more fantastical side of things, my dreams didn't stop. They were the same, no noticeable changes. One thing was clear though, and that was the feeling that accompanied my defiance to the ruler.

I always felt like there was a weight on my shoulder, some form of perpetual pressure. And that was what caught my attention the most. I have never had an issue with public speaking. No stage fright, no stumbling over words, no pressure, nothing. So the fact that I was pressured in the dream proved to be weird.

Cytro and I grew a bit closer, but I still felt reserved about whatever he was so adamant about not telling me. Stinking, rotten lion.

An English quiz was coming up. I am so going to show them. And by them I mean the bullies of course, duh. No one is going to dare to call me young again. I am better than them and I am gonna show them. I don't mean that as snobby or anything. I just wanna get my sweet sweet revenge.

Cue the evil laughs. Mwahahaha
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I am currently on my way to my English class. Feeling confident in my skills, I'm barely keeping myself from skipping to class. That certainly wouldn't help with the 'child issue', as I have nicknamed it, now would it?

The halls are still crowded with mingling students and gossiping girls, and I'm sure I've come up in a lot of these conversations.

Suddenly, I hear a voice. It takes me a few seconds to understand why the voice sounds familiar. Then it dawns on me. I am positive that this is the same voice from my dream. The king I had my face off with. My eyes suddenly hurt, and my head is experiencing a pulsating headache. The spots in my eyes expand to completely blind me, and I vaguely gather that I'm gasping like a fish out of water.

But all of that is the least of my problems. The message that the voice delivers leaves me cold and shivering, with goosebumps all over my body.

"You will not survive. I'll make sure of it. I will finally get my revenge on your pathetic excuse for a father."

The meanness the message is delivered with shocks me. That voice didn't belong to the calm and collected person I saw in my vision, this belonged to a maniac.

Something else captures my attention. He mentioned my father. Ahmed. Cold seeps into my heart. No one will harm Ahmed.

But what did Ahmed do? He's the most peaceful person I know, and I can't imagine him angering anyone that much. Besides, Ahmed didn't know any kings. Not that I know of anyway. And I can't see him hiding something like that.

Father.

My real father?
Could there be information of him out there? Can Cytro help? I still can't see anything as I'm momentarily blinded. My parents. I have to find this man. I need to discover who my parents are. Or 'were', my inner self comments, but I ignore her.

Cytro? Are you there? I reach out for him, but instead of the white light that usually fills me, my hindsight flashes red before I collapse.

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A/N
Aaaaaaaand I'm back. I'll not say anything about my absence except that I'm sorry. But I'm back. Also I left you on a cliff hanger. *evil laugh* 😂😂😂😂.

Seriously though, don't forget to comment what you think. And also I would really appreciate the votes. They're like little 'I love you'-s to me.

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