Royal Runaway

8 o'clock

Chapter 1
Emma's POV
'Aahhh' I screamed, gasping for breath, clutching my throat as I shot up. I looked at my surroundings, scanning the trees and assessing the bed I skillfully made with strips of bark and branches. Realisation set in - it's only a dream.  I stand and I put my school uniform on. Starting with a blouse, skirt and then shoes. I brush my teeth in rain water from last night and tease the knots from my hair with my fingers. Next I place a chestnut brown wig over my natural raven locks. Finally I put in brown contact lenses and move the tree branches back making my hideout overt to the occasional dog walker. As I let out a breath I stepped out of my safety net. I placed the branches back strategically, left for school with the books required for my day;as well as a empty water bottle, while the sun started rising. 

Arriving at school after my half hour walk, I was early, I always wake at sun rise. It was the only way to know that I would make it in time, as I don't own a clock, yet.

Reaching the gates to the school, I walk in to the six-form centre and I filled my bottle with water and began drinking while walking over to my desk which was situated in the top right corner of the room. Placing my biology book in front of me, I open and read through it preparing myself for the lesson ahead. 

I look up at the clock central on the wall to the right of the door I entered in; as my seat required me to have my back to the staff office wall. I sigh at the realization that it's nearly 8 and with that comes a wave of people from students to teachers. My peace will be broken within minutes. I have only been here for a week and already I'm labeled a freak, I block it out but still it gets to me I guess. On cue Mrs Green walks in and plants herself at her desk looking stressed as she begins her day. She makes eye contact with me and smiles, in response I smile back. More people arrive now, meeting friends and laughing. I sat subdued but content until
"Hello your the new girl? What's your name? I was on holiday last week so I don't think we've met?" She said with such excitement.

Queen Sabrina Spirit of the Land and Sea I thought as a smirk spread across my face. Soon I realised I was still in bookworm mode, I removed my head from the complex origins of a generating plant cell and looked up while answering with
"Emma what's your name".
She replies  " Emma what a lovely name mines Rose" she said as her blond locks bounced in perfect curls on her shoulder. Her eyes were a friendly green complemented by a round face which was home to a warm smile. 
Just as I was to thank her the bitch of the east approach - Kylie - and asked
"why are you talking to the freak?"
"Just piss off" was my response, which seemed to infuriate her a little, suitably satisfying me. Her disgusting perfume filled my nose suffocating me, making her werewolf sent disappear. Her bleached hair looked dry and tired, probably from all the product. Makeup caked her face, topped off with the cliché skirt showing tomorrows washing.

Distracted by her friend her gaze shifted from me, as she longed at the friends phone. With that she ripped it from the girls newly manicured hand and shoved it in my face as she said the words
"it's a shame you could never look this beautiful"

I looked to the phone she had so unforgivingly shoved in my face and I realized I, was the sole feature of her phone. I couldn't help but giggle at the audacity of her, I did try to bit my tongue. Admiring the picture in the Times online article, i smirked thinking - i can scrub up well when I want to.  Yet underneath, the girl in that photo, although looking grand with a ruby red dress that hugged her curves, black hair, looking into my; one grey and the other ocean blue, eyes all I could see was a broken girl. On the outside I was the people's leader, but in reality I was nothing but a puppet. That photo was taken a month before my dad died in front of me. That night was the first of many without sleep. One day everyone will know the truth but that time is not now, I thought patiently.
"Sup babe, who's she?"
Coal questions, appearing from the ocean of people in the room which I like to live on the outside of. His cold intrigued voice breaking me from thought, feeling as though I had heard that tone before, it captured me into some sort of trance. His sent was one of sea air making me feel like home ~ mate? I have blocked my sent to conceal my identity and it must stay that way. He can't, I can't have a mate? Surely not.

Meanwhile Kylie swooped her right arm tight around Coals waist I felt pained at the sight but remained silent. Coal had soft eyes that expressed pain clearly in the form of women, obviously he doesn't want a mate. Jet black hair, graced with high check bones, and a smile that could kill, there was no doubt he was not a one woman kinda guy. I role my eyes, reaffirming my gaze to biology, which I admired due to its consistency. Your DNA makes you, it's reliable and it won't leave, I find comfort in that, although we adapt to survive, our DNA follows us.

Kylie answers "the freak" she turns and looks at him still standing over my table breaking my solitude. I let a huff escape my mouth just as the warning bell rings. Rose, whom I forgot was still observing me over my left shoulder asked "biology now?" She smiles shyly and I answer "yep" exaggerating the p, as I stand letting my chair scrap the floor, and we leave for biology.

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Hi have had this book for about a year thinking about releasing it slowly? Got a lot more confidence to post stuff so I've got lots of stuff I've written and never posted 😅
Lotta love

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