Summary: Mary Sue. Lena just lost her parents in a tragic car accident and has to live with an uncle that she never knew existed. While with her uncle, she is tangled in a web of love, lies and terror. Mild cursing (the non-magical sort) and some sexual content.
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Chapter 1: Merry Christmas
Her life had just gotten worse.
This fateful afternoon, she had just found that her love for this man was false, he never loved her. It was if she never knew who he was or what they had once felt together.
She was sitting alone in the lavatory at school; it was where she felt safe. The smooth porcelain, the shoddy tiles and the gritty mirrors were her sanctuary.
Her head tilted up from between her knees when someone walked in, "She's usually in here, Ma'am." A young girl's voice echoed which caused her to shift her weight and lift her feet over the toilet seat.
"She's such a loser! I don't know why anyone special would want to see her."
She echoed once more, the teacher who was in search of her shushed her and spoke out,
"Dear, we only want to talk to you…"
Her voice was filled with lies, her tongue tipped with deceit. After not answering, the teacher and the girl left clicking their heels on the rough flooring.
To her knowledge, she was now the only one left in the washroom. Her silken blonde hair fell just above her hips as she wound her body around and pushed her feet to the floor, her muddy sneakers gently being set downwards as she stood up.
Her hand reached for the toilet paper holder for stability, she had been sitting on the U-bend all afternoon and her bottom was rather numb.
It was time for her to face the world with her head up, shoulders down and with a positive attitude.
This, however, was not her. She was a wimp and didn't like to cope with reality. Her sunken features confirmed malnutrition and lack of zest for life.
Her mellow fingers reached for the lock on the stall, once outside it, an adversary confronted her. Her heart sank and her mind raced.
Piercing blue eyes looking deep within her spirit, hair as her own, sleek and matted. Her reflection, she assured herself, it was only her reflection.
She staggered towards the door when she was threatened by the immediate appearance of the teacher and her minion.
"I knew she was in there!"
The lackey pointed out, the teacher sported a crooked grin and spat,
"There is someone to see you in the office."
She nodded and was escorted by the hateful teacher and her crony to the main bureau to meet with whoever wanted to address her.
A police officer was standing there with unpleasant news written across his face, he approached her as soon as she was on the other side of the door.
"Miss Calloway?"
He assumed and grabbed her by the shoulders, sitting her down in the Principal's office, he closed the door.
"Miss Calloway, your current guardians are your mother; Maria Calloway and your father; David Calloway, is that correct?"
He asked while paging through booklets and folders,
"My step-mother is Maria, yes. What is this about?"
She demanded for eye contact. He stopped paging through the files and clenched his hands together,
"I don't know how to put it…" he stopped to put his hat on the table, "May I call you Lena?"
Her features changed instantly. When did this become a first name issue? She asked herself.
"Lena Calloway. Your parents have been in a terrible accident."
She blinked many a time and tried to understand the information that he had just given to her, "accident?" was all she said in trying to realize that this wasn't a joke.
"A car accident. An intoxicated driver struck the car from behind, he eventually ran off a bridge, bringing your parents down with him."
The room was beyond silent. She could hear her heart throbbing from within her chest, the spark of reality set off the flames that now burned their way deep inside her soul.
"Are they alright? I mean, where are they?"
She started shooting out questions in every which direction, she forced her elbows heavily on the table in between her and the officer.
"They are okay aren't they?"
She questioned him, his eyes were concentrated on her face, he didn't want to tell her the truth. She stood up and turned towards the windows that were previously at her back,
"I see" she muttered while surveying the white winter canvas outside. "Whom will I stay with now?"
The officer tried to understand her composure with something such as this, he couldn't understand why she wasn't the least upset.
"One of your uncles. He works far from here, actually in England. You will pack your things and you will depart in three days time. There will be a funeral tomorrow; you are excused from all classes. If you wish to attend, you will be escorted to and from the gathering but nothing more."
He finished and nudged the box of tissues across the table, the box was left untouched as she muttered to herself in a dull tone,
"Merry Christmas to me…"