Still In My Heart
Mike K.
Begun: December 8, 2004
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When we are children, we make many friends. They come and they go without a single memory. Sometimes however, a certain person's memories stay with us. We miss that person, but what if that person does not miss you?
Ch. 1: Remembrance
"I wonder what it's like," said a young girl who was quietly sitting in her room and gazing out her window. It had been at least ten years since she had met the little boy that had stolen her heart. "Can children really fall in love at such a young age," she thought
At sixteen years old, Anne Brison was a wealthy British heiress to one of London's most prominent department stores. She had blonde-red hair that was usually straight until the end where it would just curl up. She was a petite young woman with average grades that could use some improving, and a lack of a confident nature that could hurt her when working on group projects in school. When she was six years old, a young couple with a seven-year-old child came from America to represent an also very prominent department store. They came to merge the two companies to create a very large chain of stores across that entire east coast of America and along the British Isles as well as scattered around a few other countries located near the West Coast in Europe. However, the business deal had gone wrong and both companies had gone into a deep recession because of the expensive traveling expenses between the two continents. Anne's father had then decided to cut off all communications with businesses from the U.S., even if it was just a simple letter between his daughter and the couple's son.
However, now that Anne was sixteen years old her father had agreed earlier on in her life to give her the finances to take a trip anywhere in the world…except America.
"Daddy," asked Anne in an innocent voice, as she entered the dining room for her morning tea and breakfast.
Her father, a wealthy man in his sixties had a hardened and chiseled face. His once dark hair was now lightening as stress and age took its toll on his body. He was a tall man whose wide shoulders and deep voice suggested that he got respect from his employees without even telling them to give it to him.
"Yes? What is it Anne," asked her father with an airy and relaxed tone of a man who had everything and couldn't care less.
"Well," started out Anne quietly, "I was thinking, about the trip that you offered me..."
"And," asked her father barely glancing up from his paper.
"And I wanted to take it next week."
"Wonderful darling, I will arrange it right away," he said as he set down his paper with a broad grin, "just tell me where you want to go."
"Well…I wanted to go to Ame-"
"Anne," said her father in a tone that she only heard him use when he was "handing out pink slips", "you're forbidden to go there! Don't you remember what happened to us…after those…Americans came here? You are not allowed to be corrupted by that country! Do you understand me?"
"But Daddy!"
"No buts Anne, now, tell me your second choice. You know, Greece has some of the most beautiful views of the sea, so maybe later in the-"
"No Daddy," said Anne with an attitude of defiance that had not crossed her face for years, if not then ever, "I will go to America! I will not wait for next week! I am leaving tomorrow for Ellis Island, and I will not hear otherwise!
With that Anne went up to her room in a huff and began to pack for her trip to an unknown world to where her one love was lost to her just like a fish is to an angler during a storm. However, there were so many people in America. How was Anne going to find the one for her?