Pearl White ~A One Direction FairyTale~

You think you know how the story goes. Snow White meets some dwarves, eats an apple, falls asleep, gets kissed by a prince and lives happily ever after.

If only my life were that simple. My name's Pearl. Pearl White. And unfortunately for me, I'm never even going to get to meet my prince. Because his name is Liam Payne, and he's a member of the boy band One Direction.

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4. Served

The beginning of Maths is when it all falls apart.

"Pearl?" Sir comes up to me before I even have a chance to sit down.

"Yes, sir?"

"They're wanting you in the main office." He wipes his balding head with his handkerchief, clearly nervous.

I stare at him. I never get called down to the office.

"Am I in trouble?" I ask, slowly.

"Yes! Well, no, well it's complicated," he says quickly. Sir looks utterly distraught now, trembling slightly.

"Uh..ok. I'll go," I say, trying not to be too worried over his reaction.

I've barely taken two steps into the main office when a policeman stops me.

"Are you-" he squints at me, "Pearl White?" His face relaxes.

"Yes. Is there a problem officer?" I ask, anxious now.

"Well, it seems as though you've been served." He hands me a stack of papers.

"Pearl, you now cannot go within one hundred meters of school or home. You are not permitted to contact your guardian Celia Smith. This includes all forms of communication, which includes but is not limited to third party communication, electronic communication, and phone calls. This no-contact rule also extends to anyone who works or goes to your school."

He taps on the top paper.

"It's all written here."

I sit down, weakly.

"No, miss, you've got to get moving. Now that you've been served, we need to leave the school premises."

As we leave, I stare at the first page.

Filer: Celia Smith

Reasons for Filing: Pearl comes home and the first thing she does is slam the door shut. She is always angry. One time, she even threatened me and told me she wished that I had died instead of her father! She calls her schoolmates bitches and I fear for their lives as well. She also sits alone at lunch. I think she has a boyfriend that can provide her with a gun and she may attempt a school shooting. She blames me for her parents' deaths and I fear for my life around her.

It's so ridiculously fabricated that I can't help but snort.

"Officer, this is entirely false. I've never done any of these things that she accuses me of."

He sighs.

"Regardless, since it's been approved and filed, you won't have a hearing for another fifteen days. After which, there will be a court hearing and the judge will decide whether or not it will become permanent."

"Officer, excuse me, is it possible that my step-mother filed this on false grounds and got away with it because she's famous?"

He stares at his copy of the restraining order and sighs.

"Yes. There's no physical proof, just hear-say. Technically, if I had been the one approving this, I would have rejected it. I'm sorry to be the one to do this too, Pearl."

I'm stunned and shaking. This is so unfair. Hot tears rise like magma and frustrated, I try to stop them from falling.

"So where do I go?" I ask. "I can't contact my friends, they're from school, and Celia's my only surviving relative. I can't exactly go to her either."

He sighs again, and rubs his forehead. Not an easy feat with his helmet. 

"Now don't get upset. I'll escort you to Saint Mungos. I had them clear a space for you ahead of time. It's an excellent homeless shelter."

The officer pulls out a copy of Vogue and a permanent marker.

"I hope you don't mind, it's my little girl's birthday today, and she totally loves you. She thinks you're the prettiest model she's ever seen. I know it's unprofessional of me to ask, but could you sign?"

I sign my name through my tears. I can't shoot the messenger. It's not his fault Celia decided to do this.

"Today's my birthday too," I say, in a voice that's as watery as the sky.

"Happy birthday." He hands me handkerchief. "Here, let's get you to Saint Mungos then. If you don't mind me saying, I hope everything works out for you. Just please, do me a favor and stay by the no-contact rule, otherwise I'll have to come and pick you up. It's the law"

I nod that I've understood, trying hard not to let those stupid tears fall, and I let him lead me to the police car. I never expected I'd be going to a homeless shelter on my birthday. But beggars can't be choosers. I woke up expecting millions, and ended up losing everything.

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