margaux ▶ the lost series #1

margaux ▶ prologue

margaux ▶ prologue

June 1st, 2008

Margaux Finlay opened the door to her window, a bright smile plastered across her face as she stared at the bright sky. It was a brand new day, and it was summer. A brand new start.

The girl ran out of her room, down the stairs and to the kitchen, just picking up a slice of toast before she dashed out of their house with her bicycle. It was like that everyday, with or without school.

God knows what eight year old kids do these days.

As she pedaled through the streets, her blonde hair that was tied into two French braids danced along with her shoulders as she sped up her pace. Once she saw the big acacia tree she always sat down under, she then dropped her bike carelessly and then stared at the leaves.

She closed her eyes as she felt the soft hum of the air hit her delicate skin, the image of sunflowers dancing in a sunny field capturing her mind.

It was all peaceful, until she heard ruffling of leaves around her so she opened her eyes. The little girl's once serene face was now replaced with a worried one.

Standing in front of her was a dark haired boy with pale skin, with two other kids behind him. They were grinning mischievously as they watched over the slightly frightened and worried blonde girl.

The little girl's smile was gone, and her eyes were calling for help, but help was nowhere to be found. She was stuck under the big acacia tree with three boys who plot mischief.

"If it isn't Margaux Finlay," the dark haired boy who looked like their ringleader spoke, his grin turning into a smirk as he put one of his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, it is! And look, doesn't her hair look extra pretty today?" The blonde boy beside the leader spoke, making the boys chuckle.

It was for sure. The dark haired one was the leader, and the one who always made fun of her in school along with his friends. The blonde haired one was one of his friends, and the brown haired one who hadn't spoken yet was also one of his friends who helped make fun of the innocent bright girl.

At the moment Margaux was trembling with fear like a normal right year old would, and the boys didn't notice it or just didn't have the care to notice.

"P-Please, leave me alone!" Margaux said, and the boys only inched closer to her.

"Oh, how cute. The always smiling girl is now sobbing in front of us. Call your mama, then," the blonde one said, and then the brown haired one handed the two scissors, to Margaux's dismay.

It seemed like the dark haired one was the most troublesome of them all, and the blonde one was trying to follow his footsteps. However, it also seemed like the brown haired one was just there silently and supplying them whatever they needed without a care on what they were doing.

"No!" Margaux called, as she felt the boys inch closer to her.

Metal against metal. Strands of hair falling.

Through her blurry vision, Margaux could see the black haired boy happily laughing as he cut her hair short and uneven. Even the blonde one was enjoying himself as he cut the poor girl's hair short.

It was when some other kids passed by that the boys ran away, leaving the now crying once smiling wide girl alone.

Hopelessly, the girl stood up and cycled back home with tears staining her serene face. This wasn't what she expected for a summer.

June 3rd, 2008

Outside the Finlay household, there were boxes at the back of the family pick up truck. It was obvious that the family would be moving away.

The news about Margaux disappointed her parents and woke up to the fact that their daughter was being bullied because of her positive nature.

They were the ones that taught her that she should always be happy and smiling, through thick and thin, and it pained Mr. and Mrs. Finlay to see their child in despair because of them telling her to hold her head high and be happy all the time.

It wasn't what they expected from the boys in the neighbourhood. They expected too much from the Santa Clarita subdivision.

It had been their home for years, but they were happy to leave what was once home if it meant getting away from people who ruin others.

Across the road, a black haired boy had his eyes widened, as he stared at the disheveled and uneven hair of Margaux Finlay.

His eyes couldn't believe it. The girl looked so different, so unemotional even for her age.

He couldn't believe it was him, and his friends who were the reason the Finlay family would be leaving their home.

But it was too late to go back in time and repair everything now.