Her escape

Bleep Bleep Bleep. I turn off my alarm clock that reads 5:45 AM. I groan tiredly as i sit up in my bed and push my pink plush covers to the side. I stand up and stretch out my limbs before walking to my closet and picking out my clothes for the day.  I choose a white cotton underwear set, a grey and white striped top with a baby pink skirt and grey sandals. Once i have picked them out i walk to my connected bathroom. I take a normal 15 minute shower in my beige colloured bathroom and use my favourite vanilla and coconut body wash.  I finish my business blow dry my hair which i braid into two dutch braids. I look into my floor length mirror as i do some simple makeup, mascara, lipgloss and some eyeliner. I grab my phone and my bag and walk downstairs where my mother is placing some fruit into a bowl for me.  “Good morning Amelia i have work so i must get going now be good at school and have no distractions,” before i can respond she is out of the door. I sigh in defeat nothing ever changes.  She works as a lawyer and i know she is just trying to do right by me but sometimes i just wish she would spend some time with me. I don't look too much like my mother she has blond hair i have dark brown hair, im 110 pounds and 5’5 she is 5’1 and 135 pounds. I have a heart face she has a round face, i have blue eyes and she has brown the only thing that we share is the slightly tanned skin and the birthmark on our arm.  I smile softly at nothing as i grab my fruit bowl and eat it quickly so im not late for school. I get my keys off the hook by the front door to the mustang i got for my 16 birthday and start to make my way to school, we are in march and its still quite cold here in New York but thankfully the weather hasn't been to bad so far this week. After around 10 minutes i pull up into the parking lot and see three blacked out SUVs next to my car. Never seen them before must be new. I think to myself silently. I step out of the car and walk into the school building with my head down. The patten is simple really, i go into school feeling invisible and thats how everyone treats me and i like it that way.  I finally make my way through the hectic crowd and to my locker where my one and only best friend Becky stands.  “Hi Mia how are you?” she asks when i’m a bit closer. She looks tired but serious and bored but thats how she always is and im used to it.  “I’m good thanks Becky we better go before we are late to English.” i softly answer and reposition mybag on my shoulder.  On our way to class i crash into what feel likes a wall, but before i fall i feel two arms catch me and steady me. “Oh gosh i am so sorry i wasn't even booking where i was going and i bumps into you are you okay? Did i hurt you? Im sorry do you need to see a nurse or?” i cut myself off when i look up and see who i bumped into too. He is probably the most handsome guy i have ever seen. I blsu to myself when i think that. Bad Mia you cant be thinking like that what would mom say? I question myself stupidly.  But i cant help it his hair is dark as a ravens feather, his eyes as green as an enchanted forest, his skin looks sun-kissed, his muscles bulge so naturally from his leather jacket. I come back to the present when a clearing of a throat is heard.  I look to my left and see Becky’s judgmental brown eyes glaring into mine. I look back at the stranger i bumped into and see him staring back at me with no emotions present on his face and his cold eyes stare straight into mine with a hint of amusement but its gone before i can blink.  “Watch where the f**k you’re going next time and get out of my way we are already 5 minutes late,” his voice is dreamy and like velvet but wait did he just say five minutes late? I mumble an apology once more and walk quickly towards our english class.  “What was that back there? Why was you staring like that at him” she emphases the work him like venom on her tongue and i don’t understand why she must have seen the confused look on my face because she continues with a sigh. “Amelia i thought you were smarter than that haven't you heard the latest school news? The kings are back in town and the middle one the one that you talked to is the leader of their Mafia,” She looks disgusted by what she just clarified and i feel shock and fear running through my system in waves.  I can’t believe i was checking out a guy never mind a Mafia don. It isn't me.  I walk into my English class and apologise profusely for being late because i'm hardly ever late and im close with most of the teachers she lets it go.  English is one of my favourite lesions from the bronte sisters, Tom Hardy, Harper Lee, Jane Austin and francis Scott Fitzgerald i love them all and all of their books. The whole lesson we concentrate on Jane Eyre and i absolutely love it i dont think Becky did though as im the bookworm in our friendship. “Well that was interesting but I must get going. Unlike yours my next class is the other side of the school,” before I can reply she is walking off in the other direction.  Unfortunately because she has Art i have to sit history alone because History is right next to English. I am early and greet Mrs. boingham. Before I know it the second bell has rung and I'm sitting down listening to her explain what today's lesson is about. “Ok so today we are going to be learning about the cold war between America a-” she is cut off by the door banging heavily against the wall which will more than likely have a dent in it. I'm surprised the door is ok.  “Excuse me you're late young men, this isn't a very good first impression, please introduce yourself to the class,” she scolds them, obviously not knowing who they are. It is the three guys from earlier and he's looking at me again. Oh god he caught me staring again.  “Sebastian hills,” “Marcus heights.” “Xavier King,”  I shiver along with most of the class at the icieness of their voices and in fear of what they could do if they wanted and they wouldn't have to face any consequences. Mrs. Boingham looks more shook and scared than before yet holds her ground and points towards the empty seats around the room. There are only two seats next to me and one at the front. Ok i think to myself silently this has been my seat for ages yet i have to move. I sigh and begin to pack up my things when I hear a voice whisper in my ear. “No need to move baby girl he already has,” I blush and feel my body heating up straight away especially down there. I look up confused as to how i didnt even notice he was so close to me and see them all sitting down around me. I just nod my head unable to speak properly and he smirks sneakily at me. I turn back to the front and listen intently trying to distract myself. “Everyone whoever is sat at your table now is who you will be partnered with for the rest of the year so please try and get on with them because I am not up to negotiating the arrangements, “Ok Amelia explain to everyone what the cold war was,” She tells me and gestures with her hand for me to stand up and i do. “In 1947 the cold war began as tensions grew and remained from the end of ww2, the reason it was called the cold war was because a they were both too afrad to fight eachother directly, in a hot war nuclear weapons destroyedeverything so instead both sides fought eachother indirectly. During the cold war joseph stalin the soviet union leader created camps just like Hitler had previously however these camps were used to imprison any criminals found and to punish them. It lasted from 1947 until the 1990s in both of the wars the ussr was on of the main reasons of war between America and Russia.” I explain in a confident tone despite hating being called on to answer questions. Mrs. Boingham looks pleased once again and beams at me proudly.  “Thank you Amelia. Ok everyone the next few weeks we are revising on the Cold War between the two countries you will have three weeks to study it at with your group at the end of the month I want presentations on my desk one I will know if it was a group thing or if it was just one of you so I suggest you all pull your weight or it’s an F, class dismissed,” she finishes just before the bell cut through the school in sound waves.