But I'm Already Happy...
Prologue:
"Daddy?" I lean up on my tiptoes, so that I can only just see behind the counter of our family bakery - my hands taking all the weight from my dainty little toes.
My father turns around from the loafs of bread he was stacking on the display counter, by the window, and gives me a soft smile.
"Hey Rosie." He leans over the counter and scoops me up with one swift movement and tucks me securely into the fold of his arms. He sees the marks from the tears that had managed to streak down my face, not even an hour ago and asks "What's the matter?"
His soft smile turns into worry and the crease marks, in between his fair eyebrows, look so out of place that I just have to stretch my arms out in front of me, to smooth them away.
"Daddy, somebody at school was very horrible to me today. He made me sad." I look away remembering how I felt at what the nasty little boy had done, but my father turns my face back to his gently, so that he can look into my eyes.
"And just what did he do?" he asks me in a whisper so quiet that I know he is concerned and wants me to go on.
"He said that I was stupid and ugly...He said that he doesn't like roses and their prickly thorns, and then he said that he doesn't like me." I remembered him coming right up to my face and also saying that he couldn't stand my family and their rotten, stinky bread shop – so close that I could feel the specks of spit fly up to hit my heated cheeks – but I couldn't bring myself to repeat this to my lovely father. "He pushed me over. After I fell into the dirt he told me... he-"
"What Rosie? What did he say to you?" I could tell that my father wanted to know so I got out my last sentence just for him. I used up all the courage I had to say it in an audible voice without sobbing into his shoulder and clinging to him tight, whilst he held me against his chest.
"He told me that Rosie was a stupid name... just... like... me." I looked up at him under my wet lashes, just as he gave a quiet sigh, and his eyes had so much compassion and love in them that I already knew, he truly cared for how much I was hurt.
"Rosie Ruella Mellark. Let me tell you something. You are the most special, bright and gorgeous little girl that I know and don't you dare let anyone else tell you otherwise... Do you hear me?" I gave a little nod. "And do you know why we named you what we did?"
"Why?" I whispered.
"Because we knew you would turn out to be exactly what we expected and so much more than neither me nor your mother could ever imagine. You are named Rosie after your mother's sister - your auntie Primrose - and Ruella, after Rue, the bravest and most trustworthy girl that either of us knew. They were both the most wonderful people. And do you know where they are now?"
"In heaven?"
"Yes, in heaven. Playing with the angels and watching us right now..." we both incline our heads towards the roof of the bakery "and I know for sure, they wish that they could have had the chance to meet you."
"Daddy?" I'm not sure whether to go on so I wait for his encouragement instead.
He still has his head inclined to the ceiling - as if remembering both of these people that my mother and father are always talking of in hushed, sad voices – but he turns back to me. "Yes my darling?"
"Why did they have to go to heaven? I think I would have liked to meet these people..." I chew my bottom lip in thought.
"I know you would have sweet heart. I know. They would have adored you... and sometimes I ask myself the same thing too. But one day when you are older, me and mummy will sit down with you and tell you all about it."
"When will that be exactly?" I ask, wanting to know how long I will have to wait, growing more impatient by the minute.
"In seven years time on your twelfth birthday. I promise. But for now, me your mother's only job is to make sure that you live a happy, care free life until then. That is our main priority; for you and for Thomas."
I give a gentle grin - the tears all but forgotten - and reach up to wrap my arms around his neck and rest my chin on his shoulder, so that I can kiss him on his rough cheek through my snivels, before whispering into his ear as quiet as possible. "But daddy... I'm already happy."
Author's Note
Ohkay, so this is my first story. I've read alot of other fan fictions and have taken alot of inspiration from them but I'm truly clueless as to what my writing is like, so i REALLY need some reviews to help me with my writing. It really would be appreciated :')
The reason Im writing this story is because I've got some great ideas and have a true passion for THG!
The other thing I need help with is CHARACTERS! I need TRIBUTES and a DESIGNER! Any ideas - big, small, detailed,vague - would be appreciated.
Thankyou all so much. I hope to get the next chapter out by before the 25th but as that's my brother's birthday it may not go to plan. Thanks again. Dont forget to send reviews and characters!
bethluella xx