I throw the covers back and comb my fingers through my tangled blond hair trying to make it semi-presentable. I take after my father John Smith in that sense. My light blonde hair stands out against my darker skin, a harmonious combination between my pale blonde father and my American Indian mother. My green eyes look back at me from the mirror. I was named after my Great Grandmother, Willow. My mother had always said that I was like her- Strong, kind-hearted, beautiful, dependable. I wish I believed it.
My eyes have large bags under them from last night's sleeplessness. I apply some concealer to my tan skin which I inherited from my mother. I swipe on a tiny bit of lip gloss and mascara. I don't like to wear too much makeup, as I like to be natural. Closing my eyes I stroke the necklace my mother had given me the last time we talked, feeling its comfort radiating into my hand.
Looking around the room I try to find clean clothes for the day. Pushing any lingering thoughts of my mother away, I find my favourite black jeans hanging off the back of my chair and a grey crewneck on the floor. I slip on my black Doc Martens and slam my door behind me.
I have to go to counseling with Fairy Godmother. More like Fairy Godbother! Ever since my parent's death last year she won't leave me alone. Even though I'm 17 and I know how to handle myself she still treats me like a child.
I arrive at Fairy Godmother's office, late as always, not even bothering to knock before I walk in. Unfortunately for me, my usual seat is already occupied by Chad Charming, Cinderella's son.
"Hey Willow." Chad says. "I hope you'll be cheering for me at the tourney game later." He winks at me.
Ugh, all the guys in Auradon are so immature. Everyone at my school is all the same, entitled princes and stuck-up princesses who think the world owes them something. I don't fit in here. Maybe that's why I don't have any friends and I've never had a boyfriend before. Or even had my first kiss.
"Chad, you can go now." Says Fairy Godmother. Chad stands up to leave and I make sure to slam my shoulder into his as he walks by.
"Hi Willow!" Chirps Fairy Godmother.
She indicates the chair and I sit down. Planting my feet up on Fairy Godmother's desk
"So regarding your chosen courses..." farty god bother starts.
I roll my eyes so far back into my head that I become legally blind. She drones on about all the options I have in my future. I couldn't care less. No matter what I choose I will be bored. The options that seemed so enticing last year seemed so bleak now.
Staring out the window I catch a glimpse of the barrier that covers the Isle. I bet they aren't bored there. Oh what I would give to have one day of freedom.
Maybe one day...
I am snapped back to reality by a timid knock on the door. Fairy Godmothers's daughter scurries in, placing a neat pile of papers on her mothers desk. Her small frame and bland features make her face impossible to remember. I don't even remember her name.
"Fairy Godbo... mother, will that be all?" I sigh.
"Yes thank you Willow, let me know what you decide." She sings and turns to her hovering daughter.
Heaving myself up from the chair I stalk over to the door and slam it behind me. Why is everyone here so content? No one understands what I'm going through! I don't belong here!
The only people I have met who were sort of interesting were the kids from the Isle, Mal, Carlos, Evie and Jay. Ever since their arrival at the beginning of the year life has been somewhat more bearable. With all the events like the Coronation of King Ben being so much more exciting. But now the novelty of their arrival had worn off and it was back to being the excruciatingly plain old Bore-adon that I was used to.
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Hook Me Harry!
FanfictionWillow is the daughter of Pocahontas and John Smith. She is an Auradonian by birth but in her heart she knows she doesn't belong there. She isn't satisfied with the boring life which has been laid out in front of her. She is a rebel with a wild stre...
