The Beastie and his Princess

Chapter 1

After the day my father tried to violate me, I tried to find protection. I knew fairy tales didn't exist, but still, there I tried.

I tried to gain friends, but they always judged me. They too called me names, but I wouldn't listen. I kept my head held high, and left with my dignity. I did just as I learned from the moral of a movie. Yes, I still had my movie nights.

I would sneak a movie in every Wednesday and Thursday, just like before. Only this time, I watched them alone, after my beating. I promised to never forget, didn't I?

I tried to get a boyfriend, to have them protect me. But they always pissed me off, I always chose wrong.

"Why would I ever want to be with you? You're just an ugly bi***," one said. I told him off then and there, I would never let anyone call me names, I had enough of that at home. He got his kick to his privates. Just like he deserved.

I never tried again, because one blow was enough.

Now I just kept everything in, without batting an eye. Today was no different.

It was Tuesday, so I had another day to spend at school. I was already changed and ready to go, not caring that all I was wearing was a pair of sweats, and a snug hoodie and sneakers. Of course, I had foundation on, just in case.

I was eating in the kitchen, a pancake on my plate, as I looked into the living room, hiding my distaste. My dad was passed out on the couch, a pool of vomit by his cheek. Great, something he would make me clean up later, I'm sure.

I finished my pancake and hurried on my way, hoping to get to school without being late. I took my daily route, keeping a quick pace, passing by many houses, with happy families within those gates. I moved my gaze to the sidewalk, not giving it a second thought.

"Yes!" I quietly chanted to myself. I was outside my classroom, with a moment to spare. I quickly made my way inside, mentally cursing as the bell rang out-I'm late.

"You're late Ms. Jones. Again," My teacher, Mrs. Simoine pointed out.

I huffed as I stood at her desk, "I think I see that Mrs. Simoine. I'm not in my seat, so you count that as tardy." I grumbled. She nodded, waving her hand in dismissal.

"That is correct. Now hurry to your seat, I'll give you your campus beautification later. Right now I have to inform the class about the project we have." I sighed as the class groaned.

I made my way to my seat, "Nice going Ms. Jones," a girl behind me hissed. Turning around to face her, I gave her a glare.

"She would have given it anyways, Stacy. You can't blame me," I shrugged. She rolled her eyes, and I turned back to the front.

I watched the teacher make her way to the front, lifting her chin up as she sized us all up. She sighed as she said, "I know you're all seniors, so this may sound silly. But it's my assignment, so I suggest you suck it up."

"Aww miss, don't tell me it's a stupid baby project," a blonde boy in the back of the class whined.

"Shhh!" Mrs. Simoine hissed, "Let me finish Mr. Travis!" He sunk into his seat, letting her speak.

Sh waited, before continuing, "As I was saying. You will have to partner up and-"

"Yeah!"

"Alright!"

"Hey Jona! You're my partner!"

A bunch of other annoying comments began to surface, and the teacher fumed as she watched them babble. "LET ME FINISH!" She yelled. The class quieted down, and she huffed another time. "And I will pick your partners." And cue the groaning.