Visibly Blossoming

Annabelle is the one who is supposed to know how to "keep the peace" and represent what is known as "The Land of Mimicry" to the rest of the world. When she tries to cease her emotional torment by running from "her love", she isn't aware that she's still leaving footprints behind for another to find. Her home country forgot her when she left like many of the relatives in her dynasty, but now they're going to be guaranteed to remember her after she becomes the catalyst of one of the biggest tragedies in history. She may have lost her mind, but is there still anyone left to bring the poor Princess back to sanity?


5. Blondie

At dinner as I planned a devious scheme for my revenge on Daniel’s friend, Vannomi was the main one who was talking out of all of us.


 “Do you guys wanna play hide and seek after this?” she suggested as we ate. Daniel’s friend flirtatiously glanced over at me. I played along and winked back at him. He became excited and squirmed around in his seat.

 ‘Yeah, I just know that makes your pervy little heart stop,’ I thought, disgusted by the perverted images that could've been swarming around in his head.


 “Are you five?” Daniel teased his little sister.

 “But it's way more fun in the dark,” his friend smirked, giving me another dirty look. He was crawling right into my trap. Daniel high fived him for his nasty joke and they both laughed. Vannomi gasped, “You keep your eyes off of my friend, you rat!” she yelled at him. I chimed in, “No, Vannomi, he's sort of cute. I think we should play as well.”

 “None of you better not do anything sketchy out there,” Christiana threatened.   “If you even try anything, you're out of here.Then, I'll tell Dad.”

 “Like you'll kick your brother or sister out,” Daniel chuckled. “Plus, Dad’s too busy in space to care.”

 “Don't test me.” Her seriousness scared him, and it even scared me a bit.


So after dinner, Daniel, his friend, Vannomi, and I went to a hideout Daniel and his friend apparently went to frequently to play our game. I had only played once when I was little with some of my maids, before I was taken to Noon. As we made our way there, I saw a boy about my age with striking blue eyes and fair skin. Maybe he was going to hang out somewhere like we were.


The hideout was an abandoned paintball gun shooting range. It would be uncomfortable to run around in my uniform skirt, but running wasn't my top priority tonight.


We all circled around a tall tree in the middle of the woodsy area.


 “Who’s ‘it’?” Daniel asked.

 “Me!” I chirped. I took his friend aside. “Hide in that warehouse over there,” I whispered to him, while acknowledging the empty black warehouse to our far left. He quickly lit up and nodded his head, showing that he understood what I wanted-I mean-what he wanted.

 “Wow, Opal, I didn't know you were into losers,” Vannomi teased.

 Trust me, it's not what you think, my bouncy little friend.


I turned my back to them and started to count as they dispersed to go hide. When I was done, I ran inside the warehouse to find him standing next to a wooden table below a window. The moonlight from the window shined down on an unloaded paintball gun on the table.


He had already taken his shirt off. Yuck.

 “Ready?” he asked, his voice deep and smooth. The loser didn't even know my freaking name.

 “Definitely,” I seductively smiled. I leaned up against the table. “Come and get me.” He eagerly pressed his body into mine, putting his hands behind me onto the table. A flashback of Chance’s lips almost touching mine struck me like a bat. I snatched the gun from behind and swung it at his head.


 “AAAAAHHHH! YOU FAT PIG!” he wailed, falling to his knees. He clutched his head where I had hit him. I hit him again, this time in the knee. I crouched down next to him.

 “NEVER touch me again, What-Ever-Your-Name-Is,” I simply said. I dropped the gun, flipped hair out of my face, and left the range.


On my way back home, I saw those striking blue eyes walking across the street just a bit behind me again. My own eyes widened. He had always been there! In the lunch line, while Vannomi and I were walking home, when we left for the range, and now!


I discreetly pulled my pistol from my bra and aimed it at him. He stopped in his tracks and stared at me, not even showing a bit of fear.


 “Stop following me!” I yelled.

 “Cool it, you psycho!” he spat. “I'm no stalker.”

 “Like I'm listening!” He started to walk towards me. I tried to pull the trigger, but he got to me and slapped the gun out of my hands before I could. My legs felt a bit wobbly and my heart raced, the feeling of vulnerability creeping up behind me. He lowered his voice to a whisper and smoothed his crazy blonde hair,

 “Clara can't keep an eye on you because she's only a part time agent, so she called me in to help.”

 “You look like you're my age, how are you a professional?” I skeptically asked him, pushing him away from me. He seemed highly annoyed with me, but I could care less.

 “I'm not, but there are teams of pros positioned around town just to keep you safe, and I don't appreciate you trying to shoot my dog, you loon.” Raymonde’s his dog?! “I've seen all the violent and disturbing things you've done around here. I just hope you know that if you don't stop, you're going to blow your cover.” My eyes widened with realization.

 “You're totally right.” His unforgiving expression softened. “So, I guess they're going to find that sick boy that I beat up and discover that I’m the little princess, huh?

 “I got you covered,” he sighed. “But don't let it happen again.”

 “You're not my father.”


His wrist watch buzzed and lit up. Oh no, Buddy was calling! Blondie gave me a smug look and answered the call. Buddy’s worried face showed up.


 “Is she okay?! It's 10 PM!” Buddy exclaimed.

 “She's fine. She's gonna sleep over at a friend's house tonight.”

 What the heck is he talking about?

Buddy looked quite livid.

 “Oh, she's going to learn not to scare me like that again!” Buddy hung up and Blondie looked back at me, still wearing that annoyingly smug grin.

 “Sleeping over at a friend's house?” I cocked an eyebrow, puzzled by his explanation to Buddy.

 “You wouldn’t want Daddy to rip you a new one if you went home tonight, would you, Belle?” he questioned me.

 “No, because I'm not afraid of "Daddy" and he's not my "Daddy"! And don’t call me by any nicknames!” I nervously backed away from him. That sly smirk on his face gave off bad vibes. I automatically hated him because of how weak and vulnerable he made me feel! He reached down and grabbed my hand.

 “We're friends now, Belle.”


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