Rebellious

Chapter One

The wind blows through my window, tossing the curtains making them make a flapping sound. That is the sound that wakes me up. Being woken up when in an incredibly deep sleep is one lifes worst experiences. It feels as if you being sucked out of a parallel universe and then spat back into reality and falling hard on to the pavement. I lift my head up off the pillow, and trudge over towards the window. I stick my head out of the window and breathe in the cool, morning air. My hair whips my face, and I could faintly see the tower that was Ever After High in the distance.

This would be the last good morning I would have in a very long time.

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My alarm clock buzzes as loud as about ten million trucks driving straight into my ear drums. I jump and scream at the same time and smash my hand on the clock. I take a reliving sigh, and slump back into bed. For about 1 second. My father stomps into my room and leans on the arch of my bedroom door.

"You nervous?" He asks. I face the other way, staring at my desk.

"I'm asleep!" I retort. He chuckles. I stay in bed, but I then feel is eyes burning through the covers. I  pull them back and spring out of bed.

"You happy now?!" I yell at him, and a smile pastes on his face.

"Get out while I change." He doesn't move. "Out!" I scream louder.

He leaves. I drag my tired body across my room and over to my desk where my iPhone lays. I stare at it, and then plonk it on the dock. I punch in my code delicately and scroll to the bottom of my music library and click on a song. Still into You by Paramore blares through the speakers. Suddenly, I am in a brighter mood! It is like God is looking down on me! No I'm just kidding. I still feel glum and emotionless. I drag my body back across my room to my wardrobe and pick out a pair of brown wedged boots, a plaid half top half skirt shirt thing, grey leggings and my signature red hood. If you had not already picked, I am the daughter of Little Red Riding Hood. And my father is also the Big Bad Wolf. My parents are the only know "rebels" in the Fairytale World. Today is my first day at Ever After High. I pack my phone, journal, headphones and perfume into my basket. I lay my cloak and put my basket on my bed as I go and brush my hair.

The bathroom has always had an unusual smell to it, but I seemed to notice more this morning, Maybe it's because Ever After High is a boarding school and I'm leaving. I grab my brush from under the sink and look into the mirror. I look mostly at my ears. Wolf ears. I let out a disapproving sigh and take the brush to my hair. I recently got a big silver streak down my bangs and on a strip of my hair. I don't actually know if the school will allow it...

When I decide my hair looks decent and it feels decently smooth, I straighten it. I decide it looks nice and leave the bathroom. The dining room is not a far way away from the bathroom, but it is still quite a walk. When I enter the dining room, I hear my parents whispering in the living room. I poke my head around the corner and hear only a piece of what my mother says:

"They can't know her secret."

Secret? What secret? I don't have anything to hide! I'm an open book! I shake my head to rid the thought, but it replays itself a few more times. I walk quietly over to the pantry and pull out waffles, my favorite breakfast option. I put it in the toaster, and when it pops out, my parents stop talking and walk into the dining room.

"Good morning, Cerise dear. How'd you sleep?" She gives me one of those fake smiles the give in movies.

Horribly, I think. "Good." I reply, watching the syrup drip from the bottle and onto my waffles. I pierce the waffles with my fork, and pick them up, twirling it around. I stare at it, and wonder how they came to creating waffles.

"What did you dream about last night?" My mother asks. I know why she asked me that question. She asked me because usually I just shove the whole thing into my mouth instead of staring at it.

"Mom, you dream in the very early hours of the morning, not at night. And I dreamt about how I will be expelled from this new school." I retort, turning around and facing my mother, my chocolate brown hair twirling around me.

"Cerise, don't speak to your mother like that." My father says just as I finish my waffles.

"I'm done." I say, pushing my chair back before standing up and walking towards my room. I clip my hood on, and slide my bag over my hand and rest it on my forearm. As I go to leave, my mother and father stand at the door.

"Please don't leave on a bad page." My mother says. She pulls me into a hug and tears well in my eyes. "I love you so much, my little rose flower. And I am so proud of you." She says, a tear falling from her face.

"Don't cry or else-" I break down in tears. I cry into my father's shoulder, and he hugs me tightly.

"Have fun at school, wolfy." He says. I hold their hands and then turn the nob of the door and step out. The last thing I see is my mother smiling, while crying, and my father waving. I turn and walk through the grass, stepping on twigs and acorns, making a crunch noise under my feet.

That was the last time I ever saw that little cottage again.