Book one of the 'New Destiny' series
'Every villain child has great weight on their shoulders, on their 18th birthday they found out their destiny in a dream and only seconds after they wake up they forget, so they can't change it.'
Mal has had enou...
A/N Since D2 is out but not in my country, please don't judge as I go into the d2 part I stuff it up
Apart from that...
THIS CHAPTER DOES HAVE DARK SCENES IN IT, PRE WARNING YOU.
Dove's POV Kenny said a 'break'. I think Isle. So of course I go there. It's my home. But before I settle in, I need a makeover...and I know the perfect person.
~~~~~~~~~~~ "Mal!" Dizzy exclaimed, hugging me "What are you doing here?" "I need a makeover, Dizzy...can you help?" I asked. "You really need one" she said, touching my now dark purple hair "Dark purple was so last season" "Then you tell me" I answered. "This is going to be fun! Can I do your outfit too?" Dizzy said, excited. "Sure, I said a makeover didn't I?" I asked, making her squeal.
--1 hour later--
"Open your eyes!" Dizzy said. I open them, I look amazing!
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"I love it!" I said, hugging Dizzy "Thanks!" "You're welcome now go before my mum asks why I giving you a makeover for free" Dizzy said, making me laugh. "Bye Diz!" I said and ran out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I sighed as I put my purple leather bag on my bed in our hideout. The hideout of Mine, Jay, Evie and Carlos. I sighed as I looked at my old 'artworks'. I sighed, why can't it be like it was before going to Auradon? The stealing, the fun times we had? I sighed as I took a blade out. I lifted my leather coat sleeve and put the blade softly against my skin.
My life is so confusing. I ran away, which was the most cowardly thing I've done, to have my perfect dream career. Only for the others to come, looking for me, and my...ex to love my disguised self, even though he should love Mal. I want to get away from this. My mother warned me about love, and how it was weak. It's make me too weak. I'm actually what I teased about when I was on the Isle; a poffy, pink, posh,love-sick princess. And I hate it.
I dug the blade into my skin, blood staring to poor out and the scratch hissing in pain. I cut a straight line across my wrist.
