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Classes just ended, you're walking through the deserted school grounds, happily and peacefully.
Until someone shoved you down to the floor. You fell on your right shoulder, hissing in pain. Eyes are closed, you hear a group of girls cackling over you.
One girl of the group took your bag and spilled its contents all over the place, she gave their leader a high-five after doing so. The leader of the group smirked at you; her dark brown eyes glistened with mirth. She looked very pleased at your poor state.
"You know freak, you need to stay out of our way," she said, sweeping her long black hair from her left shoulder. "Literally."
She snapped her fingers, signaling followers. They nodded and started kicking you. You didn't move, or even made a sound. You bear the pain they're giving you.
After they finished kicking you, they walked away howling in laughter.
Opening your eyes as you got on your feet, your head was throbbing. All of your muscles are in pain. You can feel a sting of pain on your lower lip. Touching it with your handkerchief, you saw a blood on the fabric. You quickly picked up all of your scattered things. As you zipped your bag close you proceeded to walk to your home.
You entered the door of your large house slowly and quietly. Not making a single sound as you closed the door after you entered.
"(Y/N)!" A woman voice called you.
It caused you to jump on your spot. The voice who called you was your mother, both her hands was on her hips, glaring at your bruised face.
"What happened to you?!" she asked.
"Mom! You're home early." you said, chuckling awkwardly.
"I've finished my meetings early, " she said matter-of-factly. "And don't you even try to change the subject young woman!" She said accusingly. She won't fall to your old tricks, trying to drop the topic why you're hurt again.
"Mom I'm fine." You tried to convince her despite of the awful bruise on your face.
"Gerda told me that you would always go home bruised or injured." She crossed her arms.
Gerda is the oldest family maid. She took care and looked after you, since your parents are busy handling the family company. She was worried and didn't hesitate to tell your mother about your bruises. After all, it was her job to look after you.
She stood beside your mother, giving you an it's-for-your-own-good look.
"Is someone hurting you at school?" your mother asked, a tone of concern in her voice.
You gulped.
You don't want to tell her about your bullies. Because you're so damn nice that you don't want them to get expelled from the school.
"No mom!" You shook your head, denying it. "I just got into a lot of accidents, that's all."
Your mother looks unconvinced, she knows you're hiding something from her. With a defeated sigh, she decided to just drop it. Maybe in time you'll tell her about it, pressuring you to tell her won't do any good.
"Be careful, please" she pleaded. You smiled at her, trying to assure her that it won't happen again. She went upstairs to her room before kissing your bruised face.
Sighing, you climbed up the stairs right after your mother went out of sight. You entered your room frowning. The bedroom is designed with all your favorite colors. You dropped your bag beside your study table that stood at the corner of the room.
You plopped down on your soft bed.
It was another day of your bullies bothering you again. You don't know why you don't have the heart to tell the teachers about your bullies. Well maybe because they won't believe you? They will ask for a solid evidence that you are being bullied even though the bruise on your face is already enough of an evidence? You hated it how schools deal with bullying. They will advocate to stop bullying but when someone reports a bully they will immediately jump and try to think that you're falsely accusing them.
The school's system is a trash.
Feeling helpless you decided to take a nap and cuddled your pillow close. Napping always make you feel better.
Few hours later…
A loud knocking noise from your door, woke you.
"Miss (Y/N)?!" You heard Gerda said through the door. You grumbled and rolled off your bed. You opened your bedroom door, glaring to Gerda for interrupting you nap.
"Miss (Y/N), dinner is ready," she said formally.
"Gerda... Please stop calling me 'Miss' (Y/N). You know I hate being addressed like that. You worked here for a long time and you're like family. (Y/N) is all fine." You said, rubbing your eyes, annoyingly.
"Okay then (Y/N). Your parents are already waiting in dining room," She said and left.
You sat down on the chair at the table, across from your mother. While your father sat on the edge of the table, eating his dinner happily.
"(Y/N)! How's your day?" Your father said smiling at you.
"She got another bruise again, and manage to cut her lip this time," said your mother in disappointment.
"So… Who won the fight?" asked your father, chuckling. He earned a gasp of disbelief and a glare from your mother.
You almost choked on your water, trying to conceal your laugh. Your mother was still glaring at your father.
He cleared his throat and apologized, telling her that it was only a joke.
"There was no fight dad."
You swear you saw a flash of disappointment in his face. Your father still thinks like a teenage boy sometimes.
A beat passed your father decided to speak up again.
"(Y/N) Do you remember Elsa?" He said. Your mother looked at him in disbelief, like he was asking a very dumb question.
"Elsa? Elsa who?" You asked, confused.
"Elsa Arendelle of course!" Your father exclaimed before wiping his mouth since he just finished eating his dinner.
"Arendelle? Isn't that your business partner dad?" Still, you can't remember who's Elsa.
"And Best friend, yes." He added.
You racked your brain for the name.
It does sound familiar...
Yes… you remember an Elsa Arendelle but you can't remember anything about her. It's like looking at a blank paper with only the name 'Elsa Arendelle' on it and nothing more.
You don't know what she looks like. You can't even remember a single memory that includes her.
And this bothered you.
"You don't really remember her?" asked your mother, sadness laced her voice. Your father just stared.
"Yeah." You said shortly.
Both your parents looked at each other, and gave a nod of agreement. They knew it will come to this and they agreed to tell you about Elsa Arendelle. It's about time you know, anyways.
So, they started telling you stories about the girl, Elsa. Expecting you to remember a single drop of memory.
Elsa Arendelle, used to live in your home, last ten years ago. Her parents said that there was an issue about her, and your parents didn't know what was it. Since Elsa's father was your father's best friend, your father took in Elsa without hesitation and doubt. When Elsa step a foot in your home, the two of you became inseparable. You wouldn't last a minute without Elsa beside you. But a time came that Elsa's parents took her and went back to Corona. It made you so upset that you refused to go outside Elsa's room for days.
Maybe you moved on too much that you forgotten all about this Elsa girl. This theory formed in your mind.
Or maybe, you just have a poor memory.
In over all conclusion you can't point a finger why you don't remember anything about her.
"So"- you said trailing of – "what about her?"
"Well…" your parents gave each other a look.
"She'll stay here again," stated your father.
"Permanently." Your mother quickly added.
Permanently?
Your parents explained why to ease your confusion.
Elsa's parents just died. They were riding on of their private boats when a storm struck the sea and sunk it. Elsa is now on your parent's hands. It is what their written last will said. It also stated that they will take over the Arendelle Corp. until Elsa graduates from school and can handle her family's company. It means they will leave and go to Corona to fulfill you father's best friend last wishes.
This made you upset, so you tried and protest, "No! You won't leave me here!" You sounded like a child that doesn't want to be left alone in her school. Well, it does sound a bit similar to your current situation.
"I'm sorry my child," your father apologized. "We owe them a lot of things, and Agnarr… He means well. I will do anything for my best friend."
You leaned back on your chair and sighed, you can't do anything about it. It's your parents' decision.
"W-when will you leave?" you asked quietly looking down at your dinner plate. It's been untouched since this Elsa Arendelle was mentioned during the dinner.
"This Saturday." Your mother finally spoke up.
That's four days before, since today is Wednesday. You felt a bit overwhelmed of what you just found out. You're upset because your parents decided to tell you this just now.
Things are happening too fast, suddenly your life is turning upside down. Not that you're overreacting it's just you're not used to living without your parents around and also, they will be replaced by someone you even barely remember.
It got quiet. No one dared to speak.
The silence broke when you stood up and your wooden chair made a dragging noise. You bid them good night before leaving the dining room.