Déjà Vu

In the summer, the sun shines through every row of trees on the street. Emma walked on the sidewalk and wore a school uniform of the Royal School of A City. She had shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes, and a standard body. Emma comes from a millionaire family in A city. Since she was born, she has been recognized as a little princess.

Emma has parents who love her the most. She is educated in the best school in the country. She is like a doll living in a glass cage…Emma is a very gentle, obedient, and disciplined girl. She is also the pride of her mother, and she can play the piano very well – the instrument that her mother loves. Her father is a businessman from A city, and Emma's mother is a famous pianist.

She has smooth white skin because living in a cold country, Emma's beauty is more like a hidden white snowflake. She is seventeen years old this year, a young girl who has never been exposed to the outside world. Emma's life revolves around studying at the Royal School, taking piano lessons, and attending church with her mother to pray.

There were times when Emma wanted to be freed from her present life, but she couldn't… She couldn't leave her parents.

Emma looked up at the sky, at the clouds floating in it. The pigeons were flying freely. She wanted to be too… She wanted to be free.

"Emma! Emma! Here!"

Someone is calling her name. Emma paced back and forth, and in the distance was her mother, Mrs. Garcia. She looked at her watch; it was time for piano class at eighteen o'clock. Emma walked over to her mother's side, and Garcia smiled softly and pushed her into the car.

"Emma, ​​your teacher said you are not in a good mood lately. Can you tell me?"

Emma was looking at the street suddenly because of her mother's question. She froze for a few seconds. She said.

"Mom, I'm fine…just a bit tired."

"Don't let your studies get in the way; you need to focus on learning the piano…." Mrs. Garcia stopped abruptly, looked at the daughter she loved the most, then continued.

"You are my mother's all. I will do everything for you if you can be so obedient forever."

'If you were obedient….'

'As long as you study well….'

'My angel…'

Emma was tired of hearing these words from her mother. Mrs. Garcia always wanted to raise her daughter to become an actual princess in real life. Emma has lived in the family castle since childhood, wholly isolated from the outside world, and she is like a doll in a glass cage. No one can touch her...

Emma wanted so badly to escape that suffocating castle, she had thought about it, but she was still too young…Emma was only 16 years old.

The carriage rolled up to a castle on the city's outskirts, where Emma lived. In an ancient white castle, like in a fairy tale, living in a luxurious place with servants and servants, Emma is truly a princess. Her mother dragged her into the house. Except for an old housekeeper, the servants were empty in the home. Her father was on a business trip to Toronto, and only Emma, ​​her mother, and her younger brother were in the house.

Emma looked at her house, and there was no warmth at all. It was just an inanimate luxurious castle. She entered the piano room, and the teacher had been waiting for a long time. Emma said nothing but sat down next to the teacher. From inside the room, the piano's sounds reverberated throughout the white castle. In a piece of music played with the Non-Legato technique, Emma plays a song with not too sad content, but when combined with the Non-Legato technique, it is like an inner lament.

Yes, it was Emma's heart. She doesn't want to live forever in this stuffy castle, becoming a princess with a meaningless life and waiting for a prince to come to rescue her.

…

The following day, Emma woke up early, had breakfast, put on her school uniform, and sneaked out of the castle. No one noticed it; this was the first time she had done this. The mood was a bit nervous. Before she left, she left a message to her mother that she would go to school by herself by subway. She also knew there was CCTV in the house that would capture the scene, so she did not try to avoid CCTV.

Walking on the busy street, Emma quietly looked at the city in front of her. The wide roads, multi-billion dollar skyscrapers, and cars were running through the streets. Among thousands of passersby, Emma stands out from the crowd. She is not very special height but has skin as white as snow, deep blue soulful eyes, and rosy red lips.

Just like a princess coming out of a fairy tale.

Emma looked at her phone; it was only seven o'clock in the morning. It wasn't time for school yet. She bought a subway ticket and waited on the bench.

"Huh-uh…huh…mom…mom…."