The Forgotten Princess

Chapter 4: What is happening to me?

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Chapter 4

                Frosty.

                That was the only way you could describe the relationship between my mum and I. Conversations were forced and fake and you could practically cut the tension with a knife. It had been days since the phone incident and my mum had still not spoken to me of it or anything related to it.

                Quite frankly, for my mum, it was like it never happened.

                However, it was always there in the back of my mind like a nagging curiosity which I was waiting to discover. It felt like all the signs were there but I was missing them. The answers were so tantalisingly close but I was failing to see it. That was the most frustrating thing about this situation. Well, that and my mum lying to me.

                It was three days before my sixteenth birthday. Yet, I wasn’t excited for it at all. With everything that had been going off in the past couple of weeks, my birthday was truly the last thing on my mind. Why is life never simple? Nothing can be normal or easy. Not everyone can just be happy. There is always some unforeseeable boulder that halts your path and then there are never those knights in shining armour that come to save the day. God dammit Disney, lying about those happy endings.

                Groaning in frustration, I climbed out of bed. Another school day. At least in one weeks-time, I would be free of school for a couple of months as my exams had finished. Walking into the bathroom, I sighed at the sight of my untamed light brown hair reflected back at me from the mirror. I looked like a wild animal right now.

                I brushed my teeth and ran a brush through my hair, tugging all of the knots out of it. I placed some light make up on before straightening my hair so it was perfectly straight down my back. I then changed into my uniform. I hate the uniform. Stupid blazers. Stupid ties. Stupid! I finally changed into it and felt the uncomfortable against my skin.

                Picking up my school bag, I jogged down into the kitchen. My mum was already sat eating and finishing some marking for the day. I ignored her and grabbed some toast which I took into another room and ate. Realising I had ran over on time, I rushed to the front door to begin to walk to school. Yeah, I wasn’t getting lifts with my mum right now.

                “ANNA!” My mum called, as she leant against a door frame near the front door.

                “What do you need?” I asked, nonchalantly.

                “We need to talk. We need this problem solved,” My mum spoke.

                “Look. I am late as it is. I will talk when you do. You are the one holding the secrets after all. I might be late from school,” I replied, flatly before walking out the housing and closing the door.

                I sighed as I pulled my school bag over my shoulders. The chill of the English weather bit harshly at my skin which immediately made my mood even worse. I tugged my blazer closer around my cold form as I continued walking to school. Was I too harsh? No. No. I was angry and annoyed at my mum lying to me. I am not a child. I deserve to know.