❝ 𝕀 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤, 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖. 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. 𝔸𝕕𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕. ❞
The blonde hair sat in clumps, the dark mud had mangled into the girls hair. Causing it to look dirty, nappy, nasty. A way a Miller should never look. Her hands had signified she had been in the dirt. Up under her nails the dark dirt had clung to her skin. In the crevasse it knew she wouldn't be able to get to yet. Her knee had been skinned the crimson color had pooled down her leg. Running races in long lines down to stain her white socks. Her pants had been ripped, torn to expose more skin then a child should ever show. While her shirt resembled it, holes causing her stomach and many other areas to be exposed.
"Then it's settled, she ll go with her aunt and uncle. She had no other relatives who are willing to take her." The judge spoke she had tried, helplessly to escape this day. She didn't wish to go live with the same people who had her sitting here today. The woman who had fought for her case had turned to her. The brown eyes caught to the light blue iris's. Blue eyes that caught everyone's attention. As a Miller you're taught use these eyes to your natural ability.
"I'm so sorry." The woman spoke, she didn't truly feel sorry for the girl. No Cassandra had felt sorry for the woman. She had been entrapped in the Miller curse, the one that she herself could never escape. The icey eyes had turned slightly to look back to her aunt. The woman looked pleased with the outcome of the case. No doubt the court had been paid off to turn into her favor.
"You have nothing to apologize for." Cassandra spoke in a low whisper. Her head lowered it was no use to keep the woman entrapped by her eyes. Though the only real shock to the woman was the girl speaking. In the months that followed this case Cassandra had become all but a mute to the world. She didn't speak no word, never retaliated to what she was told.
"Cassandra, I do wish you the best of luck. I wish I could've gotten you out of this circumstance." The woman spoke as the girl had flickered her eyes up. A short smile on her face, a shred of hope ignited in her. The world couldn't have been so bad if woman like this still existed. Normal people who had no idea what would soon be in store for the young child. Cassandra's hands had wrapped slightly around the woman's hands. Cassandras fingers had been cool, cold to the touch of other humans. It was her defense she was always cold. It matched the icey eyes, and the cold hard exterior all Millers had.
"Thank you for trying to help, but please forget you have ever met me. I am nothing but trouble." Cassandra whispered as she had slowly let her hands move away as she stood up. Her aunt had no issue rushing her out of the courtroom. No doubt to clean her up, she would be a disgrace to the Miller name looking like she had gotten into a fight.
❝ 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕. 𝕊𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖. ❞
