Juliana's POV
What type of luck do I have? Why does everyone always hate me? Iris had a taunting smile on her lips and with her palms folded, she glared at me.
What could I say about Margaret? She always has this emotion that I couldn't dare to read.
The kitchen door was closed as the clicking sounds of Bianca's heels could be heard in the hallway.
The guard kept dragging me to God knows where, and my heart tightened with each step they took.
I felt tired to continue, the guard kept struggling to drag me with him but using my last strength I maintained my position.
Wham! I felt something hit the back of my head and my left side.
The pain was hard and sharp which caused a terrifying cry to escape my lips. It reverberated across my skull, drowning out awareness of anything else and shooting stars across my vision.