Sorry that I haven’t posted in a while but I have been to busy sleeping all day to bother (you know how holidays work). Oh well…
So here is the next chapter in Snow’s POV for ya, and as always if you wanna read the past few just click down here:
This is gonna be a big chapter and I might make this sound a bit unbelievable and quite stretched. It will probably be a tweeny weeny bit
(soz for that)
(I might not post for a while after this)
The Book And A Broken Nose
I woke up to see ten beautiful girls staring down at me.
“Agggggghhhhh!!” I screamed, arms flailing at my sides. I stared at my arms, wondering why they weren’t moving when I saw that they were stuck to the bed by tape.
Well this is an all time low.
The girls were already dressed perfectly into their pink uniforms and had their books in their hands for the first lessons in the day. One of them who had long hazelnut hair with pink streaks in put her books down onto my bed and then put her hands on her hips.
“What did you do to Emma?” she asked in a sweet voice, though there was nothing sweet about the way her face furrowed at the moment. “We saw her yesterday at lunch, at least, we saw what was left of her. Snow, she is deformed, her hair jagged, her eyes blood red, her skin grey and covered in blistering scabs. And, worst of all…” she gulped. “She has a monobrow.”
Oh my god.
They are so shallow.
I found my courage and managed to splutter,
“I have no idea what you are talking about, last time I saw her she punched me and told me that George loves me.”
They glanced at each other and nodded in sync. A blonde girl looked at me sadly.
“That’s what makes a girl do that kind of stuff,” she said seriously.
“But not as angrily and sudden as Emma did,” some one else said to her.
They nodded again.
“What?! That doesn’t make any sense!” I shouted at them.” Also, can I get out I need to get dressed for school, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“You already are,” said pink highlights.
Oh my god I am.
Did they dress me!?
WHAT THE –
George walked in the room.
He saw the girls. His eyes widened and he looked like he was going to throw up.
“You know what? It doesn’t matter actually.”
I had an overwhelming urge to punch him right there and then.
He ran out as fast as he could, the girls followed him, shouting questions about Emma and me.
Which just left me to get out of the binds that they put me in and sprint to my lessons in about ten minutes.
I pulled at them as hard as I could for what seemed like ages, but they wouldn’t come off.
The bell rang for first lesson and footsteps thundered down the corridor outside my bedroom, the girls who had tied me up didn’t even bother to come back to get me. Which was probably the way of payback around here. Then the footsteps stopped, and there was silence throughout the castle – not a sound to be heard from anybody – and I knew I was late for class.
At least I already had detention now so I couldn’t get another one. I stared at the book carefully, there were no signs of magic or ,well, anything on it that speaks,
“I AM A MAGIC BOOK AND THERFORE YOU SHOULD STAY AWAY BEFORE YOU GET DETENTION AND SEE YOUR NEMISIS WHO INSULTED YOU ON YOUR FIRST DAY AND THEN TOLD THAT YOU AND PATHETIC PRINCE GEORGE WILL BECOME A CUTE ‘COUPLE’ BECAUSE HE BROKE UP WITH YOUR NEMISIS FOR YOU. I KNOW HE IS AN IDIOT BUT THAT IS HOW IT WORKS HERE OKAY?”
It doesn’t say that at all.
I somehow managed to grab it with my feet without dropping it on the floor and then put it in my hands for me to flick through.
Gosh I should be an acrobatic for a living.
The book looked normal from where it was but once I got inside everything was different. I mean like, Emma looked completely different and the writing underneath the pictures said that she was called Catherine. Also, she looked way older than she used to do – like – stepmother older. But the worst thing was that the scenes with George had changed too, his nose was wonky and we were shouting at each other instead of singing at each other.
Well, I was really angry that he didn’t tell me that he loved me and I had to hear it off EMMA and that he shrugged me off when we got detention.
The book changed again.
All the paint slid off it into the air and mixed itself until it fell back onto the page. It slid around to form a new picture – as a scene when me and George –
I desperately tried to rub the paint away with a rubber but it wouldn’t work. It only looked more vibrant than before. I pulled out the page and ripped it to shreds but the book just made another one out of the scattered pieces of paper.
The next fifty minutes was me desperately trying to destruct the page in terror until the page had probably been made twenty hundred times and was still pristine. I was still bound to my bed, which wasn’t the best situation I have myself in a while. You know what? It was better than seeing Emma though. Bells rang again to signal second lesson and I couldn’t help but feel hungry after not having any breakfast today – or any food for that matter.
Things could look up.
Just then George walked in, looking sheepish after what had happened this morning, and started to walk towards me.
“Hey,” he mumbled in my direction.
“Hello George,” I replied, my eyes narrowing at him. He looked nervous under my glare, but, then again, I am kinda mad at him for not telling me everything. George stopped at my bed and untied me from my bed. I sat up and rubbed my wrists together – they were actually quite sore after being ******* for two hours.
“Snow I’m really sorry but -”
I punched him square in the face.
He reeled back, clutching his nose as the blood came streaming out.
“Don’t call me Snow and don’t ever hide anything from me again,” I spat, leaving the room with my books in hand.
Great job!! There were a couple sentences that didn’t make send and cut off too early, but otherwise it was awesome!!
WOOHOOOO! That’s what I’m talking about!
“You go go go girl!”
Yeah. I should probably consider proof reading these things before I post them. ; )
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