"They were in the...the janitors closet..." I said metaphorically making them pause in thought. I bit my lip at their puzzled expressions." So your saying..." Jimin began,"they..."
"Wait...What??,"Taehyung interruptedly shouted. Then, eyed Jimin with an unreadable look on his face."Why would Jungkook ever..." he had suddenly paused.
He turned toward me skeptically with a hint of aversion in his eye. Then looked back over at the ratchet hoe a few tables away. Once again bringing his gaze back to me and sighed. The seriousness on his face giving me butterflies of nervousness..
"She was right" He paused. "She told me you would just deny it no matter how hard we try to convince you to at least tell us something. You probably aren't as concerned as we are or not even at all, but this is our friend we're talking about." His eyes looked piercingly through mine with a hint of sad expression. "I thought you were physically and wholeheartedly a good person yet, it seems your just like everybody else." He had admitted solemnly.
I closed my eyes tightly, then watched back at them with the expression of disbelief and annoyance that was most likely, written all over my face. I narrowed my eyes for a second and couldn't help but snort at the fact they easily believed this girl with no actual proof.
"In all seriousness, you guys must be really stupid to just believe something someone says right off the bat. And to be honest, I don't really care who you believe or not. And since all of a sudden I'm like everybody else, please don't approach me any longer."And with that, I stood up with my tray in my hands and threw away my food not having an appetite anymore scoffing in amusement..
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1 week later....
It was finally the weekend and I was currently looking up at the ceiling in the dim light. I wasn't in a merry mood all this week, not that I have been ever since I came here in the first place. Although, it seems the more I was here, the whole situation of me being here was beginning to get worse.
From me being captive here in the first place, going to detention and cleaning a whole filthy cafeteria, Sana turning her back on me and lastly, getting blamed for something I didn't do.
What in the world does god have planned for me?
I sigh in amusement once again, trying to think of anything to escape the varies of situations I was in at the moment. Suddenly getting the thought of how my life would have been if I wasn't considered even half royal to begin with.
I've always wondered what the life of an outsider would be like. How an everyday thing was always somewhat different instead of doing the same ol' royal things everyday. How it was to not go to school as I please as a 19 year old going on 20. Or how guards weren't watching your every move everywhere you went. From all the things my mom use to tell me...
Yet again,
Is it really that bad?
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In the next second, I was in my closet snatching my clothes off hangers and shoving them into my navy blue bag. I knew I couldn't take everything but I had gotten the things I knew I needed including, my toothbrush, inhaler, contacts, snacks from the vending machine, extra pair of shoes, etc.
I didn't know what exactly was going through my head but I did know that I was motivated to do whatever it took to change my life into a better one.
I checked the time on my phone reading '11:01 p.m' shoving it back in my back pocket and adjusted my coat as I placed my hand on the doorknob. I gripped the doorknob taking a deep breath before slowly twisting it open, opening the door slowly.
I've never went out of my dorm during this time of night, my vision was sharp, only seeing the things the natural light of the moon was exposed to. Then, I briefly took quiet steps making sure I didn't make any clacking sounds that usually was conflicted for all shoes here were designed to be.
I had made my way to the front gates, peeking through the seams of the iron gates. My eyes stopped on the 4 guards who seemed to be lazily laying on one another or leaning on their own shoulder slouchingly. I quickly started thinking of a plan, inspecting the lockers that were oddly close to the exit.
That's when I had gotten an idea.
I simply just banged on the door with my fist dashing inside of one of the lockers, praying to god they won't look inside the smaller locker closet to the gates so it wouldn't be obvious someone would easily hide themselves in the more 'comfortable' & 'uptight' ones.
The gates had immediately thrived open and all 4 guards had sheepishly jogged in, flashing their flashlights in almost every corner. I waited awhile until I knew they were officially long from gone or at least for now.
And there was my cue and I slammed the locker door open and ran out, the wind instantly hitting my face...
The sweet smell of freedom.
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