A/N: Here I am with another Winx Club fanfic! This is a FloraxRiven fic. Hope you enjoy! Written from Flora's point of view, unless stated otherwise (doubt it will, just making a point). Disclaimer: I gain nothing from Winx Club. That goes to Iginio Straffi and all his co-producers. :p
Life. Destiny. Fate. These are things that are always against me. I am a mistake. It has been admitted. I moved to England when my little sister Miele was born, not by mistake. Just two years difference between us. Anyway, enough of me rambling.
My eyes opened to reveal my room. Bright green walls with fuschia roses. A green wardrobe, pink dresser with a green stool, even my bed and desk were green. My swivel chair was pink. I painted them when we moved to the South last week. God, I'm rambling again. I really must learn to stop talking. When I find the courage to start talking, of course.
I sit up and brush the sleep from my eyes. I change into my blue school uniform, groaning. I would have skipped school like I used to up North, but Dad'll phone Sacred Heart (my new school) and be on my case the minute it turns half eight. I brush my teeth and then my hair, pulling it into a long ponytail. I go downstairs, making sure to tip toe and not make a sound. Dad can get very cranky if he's disturbed in the morning. I make myself a mug of hot chocolate to wake up fully and then I (quietly) munch on a slice of toast. I tidy away my crumbs and wash my mug. I tiptoe back upstairs to Miele's room. I knock on the door and open it to find the sunlight shining through the open curtains. Miele is sleeping peacefully, her brown curls fanned out on her pillow. I tiptoe up to her and shake her by the shoulder. "Miele? Miele, sweetie, wake up." I whisper. I glance through the window to see the grey clouds forming. Rain. Miele stirs, bringing me out of my stupor.
"What time is it?" She asks sleepily.
"Eight o'clock." I whisper. I smile fondly. She is the one girl who pushes all suicidal thoughts to the back of my mind.
"I'll be up soon. You go." I brings up her hand and gestures to the door.
"OK." I say slowly, turning to the door. "I'll give you fifteen minutes to get dressed and meet me downstairs." I walk back to my room and close the door. I make my bed and draw back the pink and green curtains. I water the plants on my desk and windowsill. Someone knocks on my door.
"Flora! I want you and your fat $$ out here! Now!" I hold my breath and walk to my door. I open it slowly and quietly.
"Yes, Father?" I ask politely. I learned ages ago that it's best to use the 'treat others how you wish to be treated' rule with my dad. He holds up a couple strands of wool and when I focus I realize it is his favourite scarf. He likes to wear it outside on rainy days. But he can't do that anymore because it is in shreds.
"Do you have any idea on how this happened?!" He thunders. I resist the urge to flinch and calm myself.
"No, Father. Maybe I can ask Miele?" I ask hopefully, just so I could get away from him. He brings his face up close and I feel his breath on mine.
"Don't bother." He hisses. As he moves away, he narrows his eyes. "Get your ugly face to school and don't even think about truancy; I'll be phoning that goddamn teacher of yours and checking! But then you have to walk Miele so you can't anyway." He smirks at this point. "Why didn't God create you more like her?" He walks off down the landing and down the stairs. I sigh in self-sympathy and walk to Miele's room.
"Miele? You in there?" I knock on the door. I hear her whimpering and open it. Even though he claims to love her, he scares her to death. She never faces him without making a mess of everything and she hates it when I talk to him for fear he'll hurt me. As for when he curses, that's a whole other story. "Are you done, sweetie?" I ask. She is in the blue uniform and is sitting in the middle of her bed, hugging her knees to her chest. When she sees me, she moves to the edge.
"Flora, why does he hate you so much?" She asks as she makes her bed. I sigh, not knowing the anwer myself.
"I don't know, sweetie." I answer.
"After Mum left..." she trailed off but then found the courage to carry on. "He turned evil. He lost all love for you. For me." She sighs as she walks to the door.
"Shh, Miele. Don't speak of Father in that way." I whisper in royalty-speak because we're nearing his study. If we were alone, I would have made a snarky remark back.
"Miele. Kitchen. Roll." Dad sternly orders, poking his head out of his study and pointing to my sister then the kitchen. Miele hurries off into the kitchen while I mentally glare at him and roll my eyes.
We leave for school and walk the half mile distance in silence, the both of us worrying about our first day.
A/N: That's the first chapter. How did I do? Leave me a review? Hey, that rhymes. I know this chapter is basic but I've only just got started. I plan on bringing Layla and Bloom in next chapter and have them form some sort of alliance. Not a strong friendship but an alliance.
Laters, crystalguardian xxx