I Ran Away

Chapter 3- Emo

I was hauled up into a taxi cab and transported to a hotel, where I was to stay until the court justified where I would go. I hated it already. They took me out of my home and put me in a foreign place in the middle of nowhere. Expecting me to know what to do. I just lost my parents and they leave me here alone with no time to grieve, all day I was asked questions to which I bluntly answered with 'Yes' or 'No'. Only angering my lawyer more, oops. (not) After my lawyer Mrs. Cormier decided she was fed up with me, she sent me one my way only to be stuck into a dress up. The make-up artists Mrs. Cormier assigned me were horrible they wanted me to wear a fluffy dress with neon pink leggings underneath.

"NO!" I shouted at the stylists for what seemed to be the umpteenth time. "I will not wear pink or anything poofy! That's final!" I screamed at them. "B-but Miss White, we have to make you look innocent for the jury to agree with everything you say." The Head of the three spoke clearly frightened from my outburst. "No! I will not be 'innocent' for the judges instead I will be me, ok?" I tried to make them understand. "Yes, my lady! That will most certainly work out." she said to me. "Good!" I agreed hopping up to search through the see of clothes.

After looking for an hour, I had found the perfect outfit. (in pic) I wore a solid white long sleeved crop top with a high rise black skirt and my accessories were my piercings- lip ring on the right side, eyebrow ring on left side- and a infinity choker, an ADTR necklace, and one long necklace with a shattered heart on it. My hair was curled to the side because I had shaved the left side of my head 3 months ago in a rebellious act. I donned my clothes and walked out to show my stylists. "*Gasp* Oh My Gosh you look beautiful and very non-innocent!" They screamed. "Good! Then, I look great!" I retorted. Mrs. Cormier chose that moment to walk in to  get me. "Oh my gosh! What happened? I told you fools, she was to look innocent not emo!!" She screamed at the make-up artists as if they were pheasants. "Stop!" I said in fury. "I don't WANT to look innocent I want to look REAL!! And if that means I look Emo then fine! But leave them alone they did nothing wrong!" I said to her going up and getting in her face.

She looked stunned. "W-what?" She said in shock. "Oh well, let's go we don't have time for your foolishness anyways there is no time for you to change anyway! Come on!" She ordered pulling herself together. I followed very silent with a smug look on my face. If you haven't figured it out I hate her very much.