Conventionally I shouldn't be a striking beauty. Conventionally I shouldn't even be pretty. I'm ginger, a curse many would say and I'm not even that ginger that should be a beauty. I'm not a flaming red head with corkscrew curls and sparkling green eyes. I'm Juliet; with my long strawberry blond poker straight hair that flows down my thin back and dark blue eyes that could pass as black. My skin is the colour of milk blemish free of a single freckle my only colouring the pink blush on smooth cheeks. I have been told in the past that I hold a resemblance to Queen Elizabeth I, so many times. Alfie said that I was far more beautiful than the Queen Elizabeth though and it was only a slight resemblance but I guess he is infatuated with me so he may be biased. I suppose you're confused hearing me talk about myself being a called a striking beauty with the way I look now, sitting in the back of this van caked in mud. My hair hasn't been washed for three weeks the golden pink strands dulled with grease turning it all a dull mousy colour where its bare of mud. I've had to lose some of my inhibitions to getting dirty since I became rebel and have been on the run. I remember Eric laughed at me so much when I was demanding we wash before we carried on travelling but that was a year ago now and I've got used to the constant dirt involved with being on the run. The van swerves around a corner and I'm thrown down from the bench. I struggle to get myself back upright with my bound hands. I can't believe I've been caught. I actually thought I'd got away from it all. I really didn't think they cared that much about one girl and thought they would let me off! Seems they didn't.

I'm worried about going back. I'm scared about going back. I've changed so much. I know now fully what I was missing confined in those great white walls. I can already see the grand white stone buildings with the hundreds of girls walking through the corridors dressed in the clean innocent white. All girls never been touched, all perfect as God intended. The colour white slowly closing in on me trapping me in that suffocating world of innocence. I shiver at the thought of being back there and being one of them. Will they know? Will they guess I'm not one of them any more? Will they discover I'm not one of the innocents any more?

Will they realise I'm no fairy?

Right I'm starting a rewrite of this its funny you realise how mch you've written when you go back and redo it better. This is a new prologue its pretty much like the other just the last line is different and I tweaked in a few places. Chapter 1 is totally different though and so much. Well if anyone who read the first prologue and want to comment me email me! Oh and if anyone wants to be my beta please email I will be really grateful. Thanks Opal Fairy xxx