Soundtrack: Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance

I held the picture in my hand, silently cursing myself. What had gone wrong? Where did I go wrong? How was I supposed to change things? These questions again was left unanswered.

I did not have the comforting hand on my shoulder. I had no soft kisses planted on my cheek.

That was all gone, the wife I once had died long ago and if she were here today, the daughter I now had wouldn't be the way she was, she would be sweet and caring.

I sighed and took off my specs in one swift moment, closely looking at my beautiful wife, naked but looking away from the lens, one arm covered her breasts and the other caressing her perfect round pregnant stomach. Her dark hair messily draped in locks and she looked at peace.

Looking at the picture on the desk was my daughter, the day was when Lorena, my wife, gave birth to her. I smiled warmly at the remembrance of that day, when we both knew she was going to grow up as a smart, sweet and loving child.
We were all wrong.

Flicking my eyes to the next framed picture, my wife, myself and our daughter whom was five years old in the picture, were taking a self-picture and all of us smiling. It was when we were at Spain, the warm crowded beach behind us.

Tears began to prick within my eyes and I quickly shielded it by looking at the last framed picture. This picture was of my daughter in her present stage, her eyes so blue, so soul-crushingly blue, so piercing that they sometimes glowed when dark.

They looked through ones soul.

Her black ebony hair reached to her waist effortlessly in shiny wavy locks. Her side fringe was straight and covered partially her eyes and most of her forehead. Her nose was straight and her lips pink and thin but turned down into a frown.

She wore dark clothing, things I cannot describe myself as a grown man, especially when I am her father. Her skin was creamy like vanilla.

She reminded me so much of Lorena but none of us had her blue eyes, it was all so surprising when she had first opened her eyes from when she was born, when I held her and I was sat next to my wife whom was in bed, we both gasped at how swimmingly blue they were. Now they were icy and filled with hatred. Mostly, it was enhanced whenever she wore eyeliner and that really made things pop even more.

In the picture, she was embracing me, looking up at me in such hope and such happiness. But sadness overtook her eyes because that was taken a year after Lorena died. Tears really started silently dripping down my cheeks and I rubbed them away.

Lorena would never return to me, she will never make me return the girl my daughter once was. But she always lived in my heart and I knew she was looking out for us no matter what.

Rosella's POV

The boys of St Andrews Boarding School for Boys were playing in the playground, there were littluns and biguns and what really attracted me were the boys in black caped uniform.

He was there. He was always there. Just like I had always suspected because he had never missed a day of school.

Partly, I think the reason for this is because he had nowhere else to go.

I shook my head filled with opposite-gendering thoughts. I came here to meet my father, not ogle boys of my age. They were hormonal, disgusting and just crude.

But however many times I said those hatred filled words towards all those boys, there was always denial and I always managed to put my thinking back onto that specific boy.

Right now, I just needed to focus on seeing my dad on this unGodly hour.

Jack's POV

We started practising our singing, I needed my boys to actually start harmonising but because of stupid fucking puberty, it jabbed us and now we've been injected with adolescence and deep voices.

Maurice recently turned thirteen and eventually his late-blooming adolescence struck.

It now sounded like he had a sore throat, like both high and low voices merged into one.

"No, no, no! Maurice, I know you got your fucking pubes and all but can't you reach a little higher? I've only got five guys with a soprano voice including me. You're just ruining it. Now do that last verse again, guys!"

I conducted and eventually it went to plan, however, when Maurice came to his line, he sounded like a gargling strangling cat and eventually he got distracted and shouted,

"Guys, look! There's a girl!" I rolled my eyes as all my choir boys turned in the direction Maurice pointed. Great, now we will never get our singing done all because of this damn girl.

"Guys, there are plenty of fish in the sea now can we please get back to our singing? The annual choir awards is just in two weeks!" I moaned frustratingly.

Unfortunately, they were not listening and this time I was curious to what kind of girl that got their attention. When I looked round, a flash of creamy vanilla legs and black hair came into view and I blushed. Then, when I actually squinted to see who it was, I sighed in relief and rolled my eyes.

"Come on, guys. In your wildest dreams." That earned their attention back at me, Roger raised an eyebrow of questioning.

"How do you mean?" Roger was one of the best alto singers in the choir. He had a really good deep and low voice although he was a quiet and sarcastic boy most of the time.

"Well, first off, she's Principal Roy's daughter." They all gasped and muttered amongst themselves, only because Roy was an extremely strict headmaster. They came closer to hear more.

"Okay, so she's like an emo in a way. Kinda psycho and is said to have mental problems. When Roy's wife died, Rosella, that's her name, became what she is now. Trust me, I've heard stuff and it is seriously fucked up. She is a seriously fucked up girl."

Most of the younger choir boys looked frightened, which is what I expected from all of them but unfortunately, the boys my age, which included Roger, Maurice, Bill, Henry and others, all smiled hungrily at her.

"You think she's come to meet her father?" Henry asked.

I sighed. "Guys, come on. She ain't worth it, even if she has big boobs."

"She has a nice ass too…" Maurice muttered. Bill and Henry smirked and agreed, they were two years older than him. I too was fifteen along with Roger.

The younger ones listened and began singing, along with murmuring singing from the older boys, still glancing back if she was there which, thank God, she wasn't.

I told them to pick up the pace and sing louder and my choir boys did as they were told.

Rosella's POV

As I walked past the stupid and lame choir boys, except from one guy named Roger I think, I noticed them all staring and savagely looking at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Jesus, it's not like they've never seen a girl before." I muttered to myself. I shook my head and entered the school, clearly knowing around the school because within a minute, I arrived at Principal Roy's office. My father.

I did not bother rapping on the door so I simply opened the door and smiled sweetly at my dad.

"Hello, Dad." Damn, this was a bad time. He was holding one of our pictures in a frame that I'm all to familiar with and crying his eyes out. His reading specs were on his desk, put to the side, silent tears dribbled down his cheeks and his face was slightly red, as were his plain brown eyes.

"Rose? Why are you here? You should be in school. How did Ms Saunders let you in?"

I rolled my eyes."Well, father, Ms Saunders knows me all too well, you should know, we have our girly chats." I winked at my father as he wiped tears away from his eyes. "And I did a bit of a naughty thing back at school." I smiled like a shark at the remembrance.

Principal Roy groaned. "Oh, for God's sake, Rosella! What did you do now? Must've been pretty big for you to come all the way down here." He shook his head in disbelief.

"Well, it's the school's damn fault! Maybe if they had actually been doing their job, it never would have happened! Jesus Christ…I got suspended, okay? Sister Grimm said that was my last suspension or otherwise I get expelled."

Father's eyes widened and he ran a hand through his luscious dark brown hair.

Principal Daniel Roy was a handsome man, in his thirties, and if he gave it a chance, he would have millions of women queueing up for him but he never gave it a chance because he was too busy with a school to run or a dead wife to mourn over.

My father's brooding expression almost intimidated me and he spoke in a low yet perilous voice that I have seemed to pick up.

"Rosella Yvonne Desiree Marie Roy, what in God's name have you done to get yourself suspended?"

I mock innocently pulled my hands behind my back and looked to the floor, shuffling my feet.

"Oh, you know, the usual, beating a girl to a pulp, set fire to the caretaker's shed, selling fake drugs to a bunch of slutty girls… yeah, that's it."

Principal Roy stood up slowly, he stepped towards me, almost towering over me, I expected him to hit me or something but instead he pulled me in an awkward hug which I didn't exactly return.

After some extremely awkward silence, he let go and sighed. "You need to know that I love you but you should never do those things. You need to be more interested and focused in your education, not about drugs, not about your mental problem. I know it's hard to live by but I don't want to ruin you. I love you and honestly I hated that school of yours anyway." I smiled gradually,

"Are you being serious?" I asked, pulling up my fishnet and leather fingerless gloves.

"Yeah, have you seen their school's system? Chaotic. I think you're right, they're not fucking doing their job."

My smile formed into a shark like one. "Indeed. Fucking ridiculous." His lips tugged upwards.

"Good to know we agree." I said and I saw the sadness creeping back up in his eyes but his it away.

"Now go do something useful but stay in the school and please don't interact with the boys." He raised an eyebrow.

I winked once more, "Don't you worry, Principal Roy, I won't let those boys have a good look at this." I gestured myself and we both smirked, we both held that same humorous qualities along with me being sadistic which is also inherited from my father's side.

"Well, just do something but stay close." I nodded and exited the office with a small smile playing on my lips.

I took out my iPod and listened to deafening rock metal music, playing air guitar in the empty corridor.

All the boys were now in classes, probably hearing my soft singing and silly air guitar whilst studying and for the rest of the last two hours, I drew, sang along to music and just generally danced in the corridor. I sat on the floor against a row of lockers, legs spread out on the cold floor.

I was just about to watch Paranormal Activity on my iPod but unfortunately, the bell rang, signalling everyone to go home. Boys entered the hallway and began to make their journey to their lockers, I just shrugged and watched the first few minutes of the film.

When the lockers were actually jam packed with boys, I got up and leant against a cold hard wall where boys had a good look of me even though I just had no intention for them to do so. I was being kicked at on the floor and I wanted to watch the movie in peace.

Well, that was too bad because then a boy with extremely ginger hair and piercing blue eyes, unlike mine, tapped me on the shoulder, stupid boy had planted a smirk on.

"This is a boys school, sweetheart." I rolled my eyes at the sexism in that comment.

"Don't sweetheart me. I realise this is a boys school, dumbass. And I believe we know each other, you are Jack from the school's choir, yes?"
I saw him nod slowly and I smirked.

"Well, Jack. You're comment was sexist and hypocritical. Hypocritical because it comes from a fifteen year old boy who has long since hit puberty and fucking sings C sharp."

Jack's mouth hung agape and I noticed that boys near us where eavesdropping so I strutted off to my father's office, feeling pleased with myself.

Principal Roy walked beside me through the enormous crowds of boys trying to get home, along the way he was shouting and being strict to some bullies, thank God I wasn't a guy otherwise my father would beat the shit out of me.

He drove home without another word and we arrived home.

I travelled upstairs, two at a time, and finished the rest of Paranormal Activity, not as so much as flinching from the scary activity.

As usual, the house was quiet. Father was most likely eating dinner alone and working at his laptop, writing reports.

I had fallen asleep on my bed and dreamt of nothing that I could remember.

It was not until morning when things really struck like lightning…

A/N: This A/N is gonna be long so prepare yourself. Okay, so how about that? Huh? Huh? Pretty good for my first LotF fanfic. I've typed this literally on my iPod on the Notes whilst listening to music on my bed.

See? I had to suffer so much for you guys so all you could do is write a tiny review! XD I'm joking, but seriously, review! :D Concrit, fangirl, flames, go for it!

I admit, the ending was rushed a little but that was because my thumbs began to hurt and plus I didn't want too much at her home life. I need to get to the plane bits and the island!

Obviously this is a girl-on-the-island fic and I know all of you hate that sort of thing but I have literally planned this out really well! And it's not the typical shit, this is the real stuff with Roger's sexy creepiness, Jack's sociopathic behaviour and Piggy's annoying crap.

Seriously, mature themes in there too that I might actually move the rating to M in later chapters. Strong language, blah blah.

I don't own Lord of the Flies sadly. ;( All rights to William Golding. This is set in modern world and the oldest kids are 15.

Review please! Ciao!

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P.S I promise you that the next A/N won't be long. Okay? :)