Once there was a miller who was poor, but who had a beautiful daughter. Now it happened that he had to go and speak to the king, and in order to make himself appear important he said to him, "I have a daughter who can spin straw into gold."
The king said to the miller, "That is an art which pleases me well, if your daughter is as clever as you say, bring her to-morrow to my palace, and I will put her to the test."
Scarlett looked up from the old, dust covered book she had found on her desk when she walked into her homeroom.What kind of Father would do that to his own child?Scarlett thought, looking at the picture. In the picture a girl with golden hair stood beside her father, a man with wicked violet eyes…wait a minutne..those eyes…that grin.
Scarlett gasped, and ran her hand over the means face. She knew what it was..it was the thing she saw in the car. The world..but it couldn’t be. If it was…no that was possible, was it?
She looked up from the book, shut it and slipped it into her bag.How did it get there anyway? She asked herself when she saw two girls sitting in a conor. One had short pixie cut hair died red., her body was a tiny frame of a dancers. She was very tiny, almost doll like. The thing Scarlett noticed most was her eyes. They were green, but not the normal shade. Almost a meadowy green.
The girl sitting next to her was big boned. She had strawberry blonde hair, though it was died that way. Scarlett guessed that it was really black, or dark brown. She had big brown eyes and a crocked grin.
She could tell these girls were diffent. They had a diffent vibe that they let off. The two girls locked eyes and smiled. They where sharing a secret, perhaps a game. Perhaps something funny, or something wrong.
Scarlett looked in front of her and close her eyes. Homeroom sucked ass. She didn’t know anyone, which was worse.
The two girl in the back of the room got up, and walked toward her. The one with the red hair dropped a piece of paper on her desk.
Don’t do it. We know what will happen. YOU DON’T!
Grace and Ana-Lyn.
She looked at the backs of the two girls who where leaving the room. The girl with the pixel cut looked behind her and give her a pleading look.