Snow White and the Seven Half Bloods who answered the call

My fathers favourite colour was white. He said my mother's wedding dress was what caused it, how she looked so beautiful in it. My mother was beautiful, I've seen her wedding photographs and she looked like an angel.

That's why I always take white flowers to his grave. This time, white roses.

I kneel down where he was buried. He died two years ago, and my step mother has taken care of me since, although she's cold like ice.

George White, a loving Father and a caring Husband.

I stand up, take a deep breath. "I love you father." I whisper, before walking away.

I need to go to school.

I freshen up in the bathroom, comb my long dark hair and apply lip balm to my lips. My red lips make my pale skin seem even paler.

"Hey Snow!" Smiles a girl I know as she comes into the bathroom.

"Emily, hi." I reply.

She looks at me, and doesn't look away for a few seconds. "Wow, it's like everyday you get even prettier." Then she blushes. "I'm sorry, that was weird."

"Thank you, and your hair looks amazing, what have you done with it?" I ask, since it's much shinier than usual.

"I've actually begun the curly girl method, it's working out well."

"Keep it up, it's working." Then I leave.

School goes well, and on my way home I pick up some flowers for my room.

The house is empty when I get home. I go up to my room and complete my homework.

Later that night, I put on my trainers and go for a walk into the woods. I don't get far before I realise I'm being followed.