Chapter 1
As I stood in front of the mirror, I looked down at the sink where I placed a pair of scissor, hair dye and other hair items to help my transformation. I closed my eyes and picked up the scissors, "I'm not scared, I'm not scared." I kept repeating. The long platinum blond locks began to fall into the sink as I cut my hair short, making sure that all the ends were even and perfect. I flipped my hair over, looking at the long bob that my hair was now in and took a breath, "I'm going home." I said as I touched the ends. I quickly got a garbage bag and discarded the blonde hair to show no evidence that my hair was gone.
"Elsa, are you going to bed?" My foster mom called. Her voice made me jump, "Yes ma'am! Just going to take a shower." I called back out and I could hear her faintly say, "Okay." At the age of 7, my parents had went missing in a storm and was never found which forced my sister and I into foster care. However, my sister had been able to stay behind in Arendelle due to the request of my aunt but the little witch sent me off into foster care, not caring that Anna would never get to see me again. However, I didn't just leave Anna alone in Arendelle, I left my best friend, Jackson Overland who I didn't even get to say goodbye too. I closed my eyes and sighed, "You're going to see them again." I thought in my head in which I nodded. I looked at the bottle of brown hair dye that was sitting on the counter and I began to mix it, quickly putting it in. After setting my hair, I walked around my room and began to pack my stuff away.
Thankfully, without my foster parents noticing, I was able to buy two weekender bags from Target which I claimed held my ice skating stuff which they did at the time but I intentionally had something else in mind, running away from them. It wasn't that they were bad parents, to be honest, I didn't really care what they did...I wanted out of this system, badly. I've been transferred in and out of homes since I was 7 and once I got my first job, I decided that I should start saving my money for this coming day, to escape.
I shoved a couple of outfits into the bags with shoes, also shoving my purse inside that contained everything that I needed. The legal documents that I stole from the dumbass social workers to the wad of cash that I kept hidden in my bedroom. I pulled out the phone that I was brought, threw it on the ground and stepped on it. That was done. Once I was finished packing, I realized that it was time for me to take out the dye. As I stepped into the shower, I began to wash out the dye along with washing myself. Once I emerged from the shower, I stopped and looked in the mirror then smiled. Brown hair had replaced the blond, a long bob had replaced the waist length hair and no one back home would realize it is me until I decided to use a dye remover. I popped in a pair of green eye contacts I had brought then smiled, "I'm ready."
I went into my room and quickly put on an all black outfit. After putting on the outfit, I made it towards my foster parents room and leaned against the door, to find out they were asleep. I silently cheered in my head and quickly ran into my room. I shut the door behind me and dropped the two bags out of the window. In one swift movement, I jumped out of my window and carefully landed on my side. As I stood up, I looked back at the house, "I'm not scared. I'm not scared." I carefully took the two bags up and made my way towards the bus station to board a bus to New York.
Notes: Excited about writing this fanfiction actually. Happy to write a new one without the same roles. I'm planning to jam pack a bunch of stuff into one so I'm predicting 50 chapters. It's a few days before the start of College…