Soundtrack: Apocalypse Please by Muse (thought it kind of fit)


Rosella's POV

Waking up to a dark atmosphere was one way to wake up. What I heard was like bins rolling outside on gravel. Or thunder, whatever works best.

I rubbed the sand out of my eyes, realising I forgot to wipe off my eyeliner last night. I ruffled my bed head and opened the blinds, letting in the cold sunshine through the gaps.

Outside, I saw my father actually rolling bins ready for collection for the trucks, I guess he noticed a dark looming figure in the window and had waved up at me, smiling softly.

I waved groggily back and went to the bathroom, freshening myself up with eyeliner and straightened my black long hair dead-straight. Then came with the clothing which I wasn't so sure of.

"DAD!" I shouted above the stairs, still in my tank top and pyjama shorts.

"YEAH, ROSE?" He shouted below. I rolled my eyes and replied.

"Do I need to wear my normal uniform or anything of my choice?" I waited expectantly, knowing that he was considering the options.

"Anything you want." He shouted back but I hinted guilt in that voice. I confirmed by asking if he was sure and surprisingly, he said it was fine.

I shrugged and quickly pulled on a black wool jumper that was too big for me and covered my arms and hands completely, underneath was just my black lace bra. The wool jumper had holes in it, as it was loosely knitted. One shoulder kept sliding down annoyingly and I had to pull it up each time.

Underneath, I wore a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and black knee-length leather high heeled boots. I wore a belt that consisted of loose fitting chains which made a clinking sound each time.

I fixed my eyeliner once more and winked at myself in the mirror, only taking my iPod and several change that was stuffed in my pocket.

I rapidly slid downstairs and my father checked his watch.

"We need to be early today. I have file work to be done."

I nodded and suddenly the ground shook slightly, almost losing my step. I clung to the chair for support and the rumbling stopped, the clinking of cups and mugs hanging in the kitchen resulted in a halt.

"Mini earthquake, I suppose." Principal Roy reassured himself and without another word, we exited the house and drove five miles to the school.

"It's weird how it's a boarding school and all…yet you still go home even when they offer you a place there." I began conversation quietly, looking out the window.

"Well, hon, I prefer home with my daughter. I only go there unless there's been a situation. If you want, we can go stay there for the night instead?" I waved his offer off.

"Nah, I'm good, thanks."

For the rest of the journey, we did not speak a word and honestly, I preferred it when there is a comfortable silence like this, it means there is time for thinking. But at the moment, just looking at the depressing weather, it actually fit my mood and there really was no point to think from then on.

When we had entered the boarding school, my father wanted me to do something useful, yesterday he had pitied me, today he wanted me to actually study.

He believed that it doesn't matter where you are, you should always have an education.

He settled me in Year 10 Biology. There were stools, desks and goggles worn by all boys. Funnily enough, all goggles turned to stare at me when I was pushed into the lab.

"Ah, yes, you are Principal Roy's daughter, aren't you?" The science teacher asked. I straightened my posture and crossed my arms, so the teacher didn't look through my jumper; wishing that I put a tank top underneath.

"Indeed. I was suspended in my school for various reasons. I wish to join your class. Well, more like my father wants me to join your class." I could hear snickers from the boys which I neglected.

"Alright, Miss Roy, please take the empty seat beside Roger." He pointed to the empty seat next to the dark haired boy whom looked up, frowned slightly and looked back down. My heart almost fluttered but I stopped it willingly. Ugh, how convenient that I just happened to sit next to him.

I decided to play the game too and frowned that I had to sit next to him.

"So to continue on from yesterday's lesson, we are going to take out our frogs and dissect their hearts. Roger, please instruct-" I held up a hand to interrupt him politely.

"I have already done this in my previous lessons at my school, sir." He nodded in understanding and the class shuffled to get their frogs.

"Already done this, then?" I heard Roger beside me mutter, straightening my sitting posture with my head held high, I replied,

"Indeed."

He snorted and took out the frog and equipment, "Go on. Dissect that slimy bitch."

I smirked wickedly and stretched into plastic gloves, snapping it when it reached the wrist for effect.

"With pleasure." I said darkly and began to softly cut the small tiny heart.

Roger watched intently beside me and my thoughts came to think whether he has done this before too or just to see I can actually do it without squirming like a girly girl.

Without hesitation, I explained the tiny veins and arteries that connected the heart, discussing the functions of it and by the looks of it, he seemed surprised in the most subtle way.

"For a girl, you're not that bad." He said, quirking an eyebrow. I gritted my teeth and crossed my arms.

"What is it with boys like you thinking that all girls are just squeamish little bitches who find fucking amusing? Can you not find yourself dominant over women just for a few minutes? Jesus Christ…"

The boy whom I've admired for quite some time, actually ticked me off today. But my question didn't really affect the boy in any way that I expected.

"Girls are there to fuck, to torture, for them to be played with," he moved closer to me, his hot breath tickling my neck, I stiffened and heard him chuckle. "And you should have taken my comment as a compliment." My mouth hung agape and shut quickly like a fish.

"You bastard, fuck you." I snapped out of frustration, he just smirked and I knew this was the wrong insult to use. I inwardly groaned and placed a gloved hand on my forehead to face palm myself, after noticing that I had frog's blood smeared where I had just touched.

This time I really groaned and slammed a fist on the wooden desk, then narrowing my eyes next to Roger, whom was biting his lip to hide laughter, but his eyes told a different emotion. One that I couldn't place my finger on because it was a mixed emotion, I clenched my fists and snapped my head away from his attractive face.

Closing my eyes and exhaling softly, I took the thin delicate tiny knife and plummeted it within the upended mess of the frog's heart.

Then, I reached in the frog's body and comically ripped its organs out, earning odd looks from other boys, both of Roger's eyebrows raised high and his lips parted surprisingly, too bemused to say anything snarky. I paid no attention to anyone as I was too warped in the beauty of this activity. The sickening, wet sound that it made every time I ripped something out of its sockets.

So pleasurable and I could tell from the way Roger looked at me, that he was enjoying it too, purely out of shock that a girl whom is the daughter of a strict headmaster could do these types of things.

I then left the small bloody pile of organs on the thick plastic mat that was meant for waste.

"I'm sure you can figure out how a frog's organs functions and adapts in its surroundings on your own. Good luck." I winked at him, his dark eyebrows were raised in amusement and so I quite literally skipped out of the classroom, the teacher calling out for me at my sudden disappearance.

In my defence of my treacherous act, I only did it to impress the only sadistic boy in the school but it was all on the spot, meaning I planned it on the way.

However, what he said had set a ticking time bomb on its way to exploding in my mind by the way he used such vile words to describe women. Thinking of him just frustrates me. How dare he uses those onyx coal eyes of his and judge me within a single glance, how dare he smiles that pearly white smile of his and seduce me into thinking that they remind me of someone, how dare he move into my personal bubble and bite that soft lip of his, so soft-

No! Stop thinking about him! He may have a white, sharp and shark-like smile that gives you butterflies-

Jesus, stop it, even when you are in denial you keep thinking about him. You are just proving his point right! That's not what you're here for, you lazy bitch. These boys are messed up so stop.

But then again…so are you, Rosella. Roger is just as messed up as you are…

NO! Never, I am stronger, I don't need Roger or Jack or anyone! I am a lone girl. I dominate.

I agreed with the negative side on Roger that my mind was currently set on and focused on my destination to my father's office which was right around the corner.

When reaching there, I closed my hands around the cold handle and another mini earthquake erupted beneath again but I heard it too, just like it had done this morning when I woke up. I thought it was bins rolling but my father had rolled the bins in. It was all so confusing but didn't pay attention to it after. It may be just the Earth's plates moving or whatever.

I abruptly opened the door and looked up at Principal Roy pacing about the room, his blazer disposed of and his strong arms shown after rolling his buttoned sleeves up to the elbows. One hand was up to his chin, his sign of thinking, and the other to his hip.

That intense worried look appeared in his eyes and he suddenly looked really old. Almost, I began concerning for him.

"Father? You okay?" I asked slowly. He whipped round towards me suddenly, his deep thoughts broke out of concentration and tears began to form in his eyes.

For a big man with big work on his shoulders, he sure was a softie. He cries too much, I thought.

"Rosella, sweetheart," he murmured, stepping closer to me but I shuffled back as I was confused, he may have hugged me once yesterday, it doesn't mean you hug Rosella again. I am most definitely not a hugger.

"I know you're not going to be worried as much but, well, it's like World War 3 out there. It might actually be. I just don't know anymore-" I rolled my eyes and put his arm down that was currently placed back on his perspired forehead.

"Spit it out, dad." I snapped, irritated at his constant outer mumbling.

He exhaled sharply and continued, "Basically it's these bombs being tested out from the government to use on us. They say it's nothing to worry about but the whole city is going mad about it now. They now sent us an email to evacuate all children from fifteen and below to some secret facility. Hon," I shook my head in disbelief. a look of utter repulsion written on my face.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Since when did the government issue this shit? They can't! Pretty much all these boys and the girls from my school are the only kids in the city! And you don't expect me to travel with these faggots, do you?"

My father shushed me and ground his teeth together. "Rosella, listen to me. Keep it together. If you can set fire to buildings, beat numerous girls until they are in the A and E, or the morgue, then you can survive a single trip with a few boys. I know I forbade you to even so breathe in the same air as them but risking you staying here is like signing up my own death wish. Please, the plane is ready for you to board in the upper field. I just need to pull the fire alarm and we'll get there. I need you to completely understand me here."

Whoa, crap. Who knew my stuttering and nervous father could stand up to me and lecture me on how bloody brilliant I am?

Normally, he had never paid attention to me, always silently paid the damage I had done to school property, paying for girls' surgeries and such because of how I beat them up. And yet, all these things I do, I still do it only because I can't help it. He never speaks to me and yet now he believes that all I've done so far with my life is a huge achievement. This just made me want to scoff at how ridiculous I am.

From then on, I truly understood how much he cared for me, even if he spent most of his time looking through pictures of my mother and writing reports.

I sighed and nodded slowly, not so much of a single expression on my face apart from exasperation. But I decided to keep my bravado on.

"Fine, whatever. But just stay safe, alright? I can't always care for your sorry arse all the time. Especially now that I'm forced to leave you."

He smirked and chuckled, then he kissed the top of my head, and handed me a picture of my mother, himself and I together. I gave a small forced smile and held the small image delicately.

He nodded once at me, signalling me to be ready and smashed the glass of the fire alarm, which allowed a klaxon type sound to blare through the bell.

He mouthed to me 'Go' and I exited the office with one last glance to Principal David Roy, my father whom I probably won't see for some time.

Deciding to follow my father's orders, I departed the school and entered the playground, I realised that currently I was on my own and only the smallest of children were outside.

The three teachers were standing awkwardly in a corner after keeping the children formed in one straight and orderly line.

After several minutes of all the classes to stand silently in their own lines, the teachers were rounded up on the side, waiting for the principal, however, after many long moments of delay, I had paraded through the lines and rounded up the several teachers.

"Give me the loudspeaker," I demanded immediately. They all looked around, not understanding what to do to give a girl like me a responsibility.

A brave soul of a teacher had appeared in front of me,

"How do you have the audacity to ask for such responsibility? And this is a boys' school so how on earth have you ended up on these premises?"

I sighed in exasperation and rolled my eyes for her not catching up with the school's latest news, "Woman, I am Principal David Roy's daughter, Rosella Roy. I was suspended from my school yesterday and my father had told me to take responsibility if he hadn't arrived in time," which was not actually true, "and as there were some extreme delays, I have the right to take that loudspeaker from you and give orders, understand? Principal Roy informed me of what's happening right now. So either hand it to me or get the fuck out of here."

The other teachers had exchanged looks of aggravation and the tall lanky woman with a rather large nose had rolled her eyes, obviously had no argument to debate against about after mine, and handed me the loudspeaker rather harshly in my extended hand.

I sized her up in one glance and shot a look of disgust through my piercingly blue eyes.

Without dawdling, I had placed a hand on my waist and again walked through straight lines of boys of my age and slightly older.

When I reached to the front so everyone had their attention on me, I shouted through the loudspeaker.

"Hello, boys. This is Rosella Yvonne Desiree Marie Roy, daughter of your Principal David Roy, your principal is in delay at the moment so I have taken responsibility temporarily. Awaiting government bombing are about to hit our area and those fifteen and under need to board a plane that I have been told is in the upper field. We need to get there NOW and if we don't, then prepare your death beds, boys."

They all watched me intently, I paced back and forth so they could all see me, In order to snap out of their daydreams and concentrate on what I was saying. My stern look probably frightened the younger ones but I really didn't care right now even if it was in any other situation.

"Those above sixteen and you teachers over there need to wait for Principal Roy to arrive and you will await further instructions then. Now boys, do you understand?"

I dropped the loudspeaker to below my waist and waited for an answer, when none prevailed, I repeated the question purely for tease.

"I said, do we fucking understand?" Quite almost shrieking into the loudspeaker. I saw them flinch at my sharp words and they later replied in perky and alert unison,

"Yes, Ma'am!"

I smirked and told them to follow me, the older ones stood where they were.

I tossed the loudspeaker to the cranky old woman whom possessed it earlier, who gave me a narrowing glare in my direction and I then asked a random boy, from the crowd of boys that were following me, a question that has been on mind,

"You." I pointed to a blonde, toned and tall boy, he turned round and smiled with friendly pleasure, my tone didn't alter though, "where is the upper course field?"

"I can lead you there if you want? You have to take a few turns, ma'am."

Flattered slightly that they still addressed me formally, I let him lead the way.

He walked in front of me and all the other boys followed like ducklings.

I could hear mutters and murmurs from all of them and now I really wished I put something underneath my jumper, I knew how much of my creamy pale skin showed. My black lace bra just showed too much of my cleavage.

What was I thinking? That I was going to get male attraction from it? I scoffed, not bloody likely.

The blonde boy was certainly right about taking several turns because it felt ages even though it only lasted about three minutes to get to the extremely extended field where expectantly, the plane was parked.

There were only around less than eighty boys in below the age of fifteen so I can imagine them fitting inside the white sleek smooth plane.

They obediently entered the plane as they were told to do so and I hastily stumbled to the inside nose of the plane, where the pilot and co-pilot sat. Damn, why do these aisles have to be some narrow? Not even a fucking stick-insect could fit through here. I just whistled out a complain,

"You boys make sure we land safely and no delays happen, alright?" They looked behind their seats and both were rather surprised, I rolled my eyes.

"I don't want delays, sirs. Am I clear?" I said more slowly with less words this time, pretending that they were retarded.

They dipped their heads once with approval and smiled.

"Don't worry, ma'am. We will arrive to our destination safely without any failure." This time I nodded on consent and went through the under-fitting aisles to find an empty seat.

Unfortunately, after looking for one seat, the only spare one left was one beside Jack, that stupid head choir boy.

"Jack. We meet again." I sighed bluntly without so much of a glance at him. I heard snickering and I rolled my eyes, shedding light on the situation.

"Care to explain what you are sniggering about, hmm?" I looked beside him where I found a second source of the sneering. Jack was also sitting next to Roger. We were sitting in the middle seated row and I groaned, banging my head back against my seat in the process which flopped my dark side fringe over my face.

"Great, it's Roger, the fucked up man whore who sees women as just fucking sex objects."

"Well, you do dress like one, sweetheart." I narrowed my eyes at Roger and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him forward and smiling my scary shark smile.

"What are you implying, Roger?" My blue eyes probably gleamed with an intimidating flash. He didn't seem to bother it but just smirked, why does he always smirk? Ugh, so much smirking from this damned boy. I hadn't realised that we were both closing in on the ginger boy's personal bubble.

"That you are indeed one who dresses like a whore." He said dryly. With one reflex movement, I grabbed his black hair, ignoring desperately at how soft and fluffy it felt underneath my sharp grip.

Jack, whom was in the middle of it all, had simply stood up after taking his belt off and snatched something off from the boys in front of us, they started complaining but they were ignored. I realised it was a magazine and he was just casually flicking through the thin and frail pages after sitting back down with a satisfied sigh.

My attention caught on the front page and I lifted an eyebrow.

"Porno magazines?" I asked in disbelief. Roger snorted and barked out a laugh, I realised that my pull on his hair was still at hand and I instantaneously let go with a sharp motion that pulled his head back but kept grip on his collar.

"Yup. Just shows how many women in today's society are used as sex objects. Heard of the song Blurred Lines?" Jack said, never taking his gaze off the open magazine in front of him. Jesus, if he felt himself right then, I am going to kill him.

I just laughed like it was a big joke. "You cunt, of course I've heard that shit song. What about it?" I asked, quite curious now.

"Nothin'" Jack replied quite high-pitched and then replied to a low medium. I rolled my eyes and fixated my glare back at Roger who was surprisingly staring at me, particularly at my lips.

I eyed him carefully and, because of my fucking teenage problems, I had loosened my grip slightly from his collar. For some reason, I believed we were moving closer but it wasn't until a fake cough drew us back and I actually blushed.

We both looked for the source and it was Jack, actually looking quite pissed at what he just witnessed.

We just stuttered our apologies to Jack for closing his personal space but me and Roger both knew that we didn't really mean it.

Roger went back to his sarcastic smirk, teasing me about how I look and then he had begun to also pick off porno magazines from the boys in front of us, where are those boys getting these magazines? Anyway, Roger just started to smile darkly at the front page he opened, my eyebrow lifted.

Jack continued reading his porno magazine but from the corner of my eye, I saw him staring at my chest and then back at the magazine, flicking between both apprehensively. And eventually, ROGER started doing it too.

I sighed in irritation and switched on my iPod, listening to deafening metal music with my leg crossed over the other and just clicking my knuckles continuously, getting on both Jack and Roger's nerves to my amusement which stopped their flickering eyes.

It was after two and a half hours of flight that random turbulence had occurred, creating some boys to shriek. I glanced around and on the far left side of me, I found was the most farthest away from me, the wing of that side of the plane looked weird and was at an odd angle.

I leaned forward to get a better look and soon enough it caught fire. I knitted my dark eyebrows together in confusion and frustration. The turbulence occurred again and the plane actually shook, earning extended screams and looks of worry. And then a surfeiting and strong odour suddenly struck my sense of smell. It smelt like peril. And death.

Jack turned to me and we exchanged a look of the same frustration.

I was angry at everything at the moment, the fact that the pilots hadn't kept their promise, that Jack was frustrated for no reason, that Roger only looked at me differently, that my father had left me and mostly that I was alone and had no one to hold onto.

Over the shakes and thunders, the intercom sounded and the pilot had explained briefly that the left wing and engine has shut down and we would result in crashing in a nearby island. He summarised us all the safety rules and the gas masks had strung down.

Without further notice, I quickly slid it over my hair and took out the folded square life suit underneath my seat. With one fleeting look at all the boys nearby, I was suggesting they should do the same.

But before anybody could do anything else apart from put on the masks, everything went black and the last thing I saw was the left wing smashing the roof and me swimming in the air out of my seat.


Disclaimer: (I should put this in here) I don't own Lord of the Flies in any shape or form. All rights go to William Golding. I only own Rosella.

A/N: Well. That was a nice long chapter. ;) heh, Jack reading porno magazines. I liked that bit. So there is a bit of a feminist side to Rosella and quite frankly, I like where this is going. By the way, I have never dissected a frog, just pointing that out there.

To Juniper Mimosa: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE FIRST REVIEW! Even if it was small, I still jumped in excitement so thank you. Here's another chapter just for you! :D And omfg, you read GONE? I checked out your biography and I saw that you've read it and liked it! Do you like Drake because I LOVE the guy! WOOP!

So there we go. Hope you liked it and I'll be updating real soon. Probably Sunday. Maybe. But it's most likely Sunday or Monday.

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