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If she only knew that it would somehow it end up like this, she would have told Maleficent – her only friend in her miserable bony life – to take a vacation far away from Transylvania Academy because if she did then Maleficent could have been saved. The cluster of mist surrounded Matilda like a veil as she sat atop her allotted dorm lot in the Malevolent graveyard. Crows screeched atop the dead Oak trees littering around the place while the silence ensued around her. Slumped on the cold damp ground and hunched over her brittle knees, salty tears from her eyes which were on the brink of falling over. Sniffing, Matilda continued to weep – too oblivious to a pair of eyes watching over her for q

"Room 7, twenty-ninth floor. Make sure they are in perfect order. Do not dawdle." "Yes, Miss Natalie," Matilda replied, bowing her head slightly. She took the files, feeling the weight of both the papers and the responsibility. Her heart sank-these tasks always seemed small at first, but she knew from experience they often spiraled into hours of endless work, leaving her little room to breathe.

Three days had past and Matilda had been miserable, drowning in boredom and loneliness. Her room was dark and messy, everything had worked against her and she was partly depressed for those three days, except she wanted to live. At least if she must die she must see the bright part of life first.

Matilda removed the band she used to hold her hair up all through the day, she threw her bag on the carpet and landed on her bed. She watched as the fan was spinning slowly, she was lost in thoughts and her mind was blank. She was not thinking about anything in particular. Her phone buzzed and she picked it up, it was a spam message. She looked at the time, it was almost 7pm and Niki will soon be back from cram school. Matilda went into the bathroom and took a quick shower, she changed into a blouse and short knicker. This time, she packed her hair into a rough bun.

She said as she walked out of the room. The door slammed closed and I laid on my stomach as I have always laid for three weeks now. A few minutes later I heard my mom’s voice. I guessed they were arguing and I wasn’t wrong. I got up from the bed and opened the door. “Mathilda, you need to be reasonable! If she leaves him, my company is ruined! All these years and efforts will be a waste and I am sure you don’t want that!”. “Fernando, Mira is all Copper left behind apart from the company of course. It is unfair to watch her suffer for what she knows nothing about. I won’t allow it. Did you see how pale and skinny she is?”.

Matilda was probably confused. I locked my bedroom door and fell on the bed, face buried in my pillow and I let the tears out. I cried because I missed my mum. I cried because my father didn't love me and my sister hated me. I cried because Christian loved someone else and was happy with her. I had seen him full of smiles at the restaurant and there was unconcealed love in his eyes when he looked at her. I cried because I was jealous. I cried because I was sad. I cried because only one person had ever chosen me, Reign. I cried because I was glad she was in my life. I cried because of everything. I cried till I ran out of tears and all I could show to express my sadness was hiccups and sniffs

“That's weird, Tilly. Dolls can't talk!” Matilda hissed, her little face reddening. “They talk to me when you're not around. They tell me you're annoying.” “Your dolls must be blind and deaf!” Matteo grinned widely, stabbing the other pasta with his fork in a way that made his sister growl. Beside him, Harry just laughed as he ate his pasta. Matilda clenched her small fist. “At least I have a doll friend. You just have a toy car that you talk to like crazy!”

The cubes cascaded in with a roaring, cracking sound. Matilda stood apart, shivering already though the night was mild. She had stripped down to her simple black bra and matching boy shorts, her clothes a neat pile on a teak chair. Her skin pebbled in the firelight. The group had gathered around, a semi-circle of anticipation. Phone cameras were pointed, but she ignored them, focusing on Sebastian as he tested the water with his hand, grimacing. “It’s properly arctic,” he announced, walking over to her. He stood close, his body heat a tangible force. “Last chance to back out. The money’s yours anyway for having the nerve to agree.”

Maybe, just maybe, things would get better. The following weeks were a whirlwind. Emily’s days were filled with classes, homework, and navigating the complexities of a new school. Aaron and Jake became her first real friends, introducing her to their circle. She met Clara, a bubbly girl with a passion for art, and Sam, who shared Emily's love for books. Slowly but surely, Emily began to feel more at home.But not everything was smooth sailing. There were still moments of intense homesickness, times when the language barrier felt insurmountable, and cultural differences that left her feeling out of place. One particularly difficult day, Emily found herself on the verge of tears after a frustra

She sighs as she felt the loss of the warmest from the sun. She sat on her queen size bed and picked up her phone from the lamp stand beside her queen size bed. After scrolling through the phone. She closed the message tab as she didn't see any new incoming messages. She kept her phone on the lamp stand, she looked at the picture frame on the lamp stand, and picked it up. Looking at the picture of her and Lina, a smile made a way to matilda's beautiful face. Matilda and Lina held hands together in their high school uniform. Their hands clenched together and a genuine smile displayed on their young faces. Matilda sighed and rubbed the space in between her brows tiredly.