Runaway

Chapter 3: Flora

Flora's p.o.v

My name is Flora Francia. i am 17 years old, i go to Bronco High school of Performing Art in New York city. My mom had got me to this school a month after my home coming on January. Its been a year since that day. i haven't heard from the 'violet' gang since then either, which was good.

My parents are rich, my mom is a social worker that helps out teens and is also a Fiction Novelist. my dad is the owner of a big company called Michael Kors. All the kids in school love that brand, they carry and wear it all the time. the kids in my school are total divas and such, i got in from my gift of drawing and painting, I'm not sure how i got this gift but it was there...

in school, I'm a total nerd. i took Martins advice and changed up my look so the gang wont find me. a day before i went to my first day of school, he found me again and told me i had to be careful who i become friends with, i could get them hurt if we got too close. so i decided to shut everyone out for their safety. my first day of school was super awkward... all these fashionable kids stared at me in disguise, judging the way i dressed and stood, but hey, its for their protection...even though i didn't mind if they fell down a well never to be seen again...

beep! beep! beep! my alarm clock woke me up. i opened my eyes and looked around my gold and navy blue room. my window was covered, so the room was dark.

the Christmas lights shined the room beautifully and i loved it so much. i jumped to surprise to see my Collie puppy jump on my bed and tried to lick me, luckily i was too fast and blocked her.

her name was Rosa, she is 5 months old, fully trained and full of energy that im not sure where it came from.

her fur was black, brown, and white, more black and white then brown though. she had one blue eye and one brown eye, she couldnt get any cuter, dad gave her to me as a gift for my 17th birthday last month. December 15

i got up from bed and put on my floral dress shirt, baby blue flowy skirt, white flats, nerdy glasses that weren't even real lens but people believe they were, and put my hair up in a tight bun with a baby pink bow on the side. yup...Nerdy. i prefer my actual style, hipster and girly with a dash of skater. but im off to school, so i don't really have the freedom. i had let my bangs be free and cover one of my eyes...part of the emo disguise! haha!

"lets go Rosa" i called her as i exit my room and headed down stairs. i could smell my moms cooking, she always tries her best to keep the smell low for me to be okay. so all i can smell is the wonderful scent of pancakes and strawberries. yes, i can smell strawberries. i have a strong sense of smell, not like Rosas but it was pretty damn close.

"hey mom" i smiled, sitting on the table. she looked at me and frowned. "do you really want to wear that?" she asked. she knows that i don't usually wear this, that i wear things completely different. she doesn't even know.

"I'm fine, kids at school don't need to know me, i care more about my grades then their dramatic lives" i said, and it was 100% true too.

"alright sweetie, eat up and don't be late!" she smiled, placing a plate of pancakes with strawberries and milk on the side. she knows exactly what i love!

i took my time and ate my food in peace while Rosa ate her liver flavored food...gross. "do you need a ride?" mom asked. i shook my head

"no yanks! i rot mi skatbod!" i said with my mouth full. which made her laugh loudly.

yup...that's my wonderful mom... I'm so lucky that she found me...if i never ran away from Nicolas. i wouldn't have the life i had today.

i petted Rosa goodbye, grabbed my black backpack hugged my mom, grabbed my long board and skated all the way to school, which was about 5 blocks away