1.A/N: I don't own anything except for my OC's Mya and Hannah, all the rest belongs to the wonderful J.K Rowling. Ok, so this is a Marcus Flint/oc story, don't like don't read. Enjoy the prologue.
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The laughter died away as the group disappeared from my sight.
A single tear rolled down my cheek. Slowly, I lifted my hand to my head. Chewing gum in my hair, well, it could've been worse.
For a few seconds, I stared at my auburn-coloured locks, the pink sticky material looked slightly wet. I made a face and felt my throat constrict. My breathing turned irregular and I struggled hard not to cry.
I would have to cut it, my beautiful long red locks, I would have to cut them short.
"Mya!" I heard the voice, oh yes, I heard it. But I didn't look up, I continued staring at the tree before me, at the carvings into the dark wood. It reminded me of myself; you could cut it, hurt the tree as many times as you wanted, it would never defend itself. The tree would never defend itself.
"Mya !!" The voice turned concerned. "Mya !!!" Now it was downright panicking. Suddenly I was pulled into a soothing embrace. "Oh Mya, what have they done to you ?"
My shoulders started shaking and before I knew it, a sob escaped my lips. And another one, and another one.
My arms went to the person's shoulders and I buried my face into its neck. The soft scent of lavender made me realise it was Hannah that was holding me. And I broke down, I broke completely down.