My stupid writing fairy is being evil to me and I keep getting wierd ideas.
Somehow, Disney songs snuck their way onto my ipod. That wouldn't be a problem if I didn't get wierd ideas whenever I am tired and desperately trying to avoid doing homework and my studies. I no longer see any point in further explaining myself.
This is a story is the my explaination of how Lucy ran away from home. And yes, there is a boy involved. Sort of based off of "A Whole New World" song from Aladdin.
THIS WHOLE STORY IS IN LUCY'S POINT OF VIEW! (in case I didn't make myself clear)
The first time that I saw him, I knew that he would always have a special place in my heart for the rest of my life. He wasn't like all of the other boys that would talk to me. He barely even noticed me the first time we met.
He moved into one of the houses on my father's estate. I would greet him in passing, like I was brought up to do, he would pretend that I didn't exist.
After a particularly annoying encounter with him one night, I decided that I was going to ignore him.
I was walking back to the main estate one evening. I remember that there was a heavy fog in the air, so I was trying to rush home. My father hates it whenever I am late when the weather is dreary. I turned a corner around the guest housing and ran right into him. He was build like a brick house. I ended up falling on my but into a muddy puddle while he looked unscathed by the impact.
He looked down at me, now coated with mud from head to toe donning one of my fancy dresses and high heels. His lip seemed to curl into a smirk, "High heels are hardly the attire to be wearing for a marathon."
I looked at him shocked. Nobody ever spoke to me in that tone when it came to my clothes. And nobody, in my 14 years had ever commented on my clothes before helping me to my feet. There was an expression on his face that I only saw on my fathers, annoyance. This boy was annoyed with me!
A second after I realized that this boy was out of line, he wiped his hand on his pants and offered me a hand up.
"Since you can't stand on your own, I guess I can help you up," He said with a less annoyed expression. The annoyance was transferred to me. How dare he insult me like that. I furrowed my eyebrows at him.
I swatted his hand away and tried to stand up on my own. It was difficult because I had insisted on wearing higher heels than normal that day when I was being dressed. The mud was making it hard to get a solid grip on the ground.
After a few moments, the boy crossed every line that I was taught about manners. He walked into the mud puddle and grabbed my sides. I was about to yell at him for touching me without permission, especially in such an area.
He lifted me up and set me on my feet, just outside the bounds of the mud puddle. He looked at me in the eyes. I coiled back from him. That was the moment that I first saw the color of his eyes, they were pink. The same shade of pink as the color of the clouds at sunset. He brushed some flecks of mud from my shoulder, "You shouldn't take everything so personal, Princess."
Something in the tone of his voice when he called me Princess made it sound like an insult. I scowl at him and push him away from me. I lift up the hem of my dress as to walk away from him.
I get about four paces from him before he calls to me, "See you later, Princess."
I look over my shoulder and he is walking away from me already, like the encounter didn't even happen. I huff and rush back to the house.
He was so annoying.
I was so frustrated by the encounter in the mud puddle, that I even asked my father why he was allowing the rude boy to stay on our estate. He huffed in annoyance of the question, but he explained as calmly as he could that the boy was the son of a man that he owed a debt to. My father said nothing else as he turned to do some more paperwork. I knew by now that that was my signal to leave.
It was foggy out again today and it had rained the previous night. My nursemaids were furious that I brought back a dress and shoes that were caked in mud. They weren't allowing me to dress in anything that would be suitable to wear outside of the mansion.
I wonder back to my room, at least I could write down some ideas of what I could do if I weren't imprisoned in the mansion.
It was a while of dreaming of things to do. Today would have been a good day to go and ride horses or to visit with friends in the guest houses. Instead, I was sentenced to wallow in the mansion because a boy.
My list of things to do quickly turned into the things that I hated about the boy. He was arrogant, inconsiderate, stubborn, selfish, annoying and so many other words that didn't quite form in my mind. The list slowly became pages long, most of them were assumed because of his demeanor and of the circumstances that he was here.
I didn't realize that the list took up most of the room in my notebook. I blinked when I got to the last page of my dainty notebook. I was about to start writing on the back cover of it when I noticed that my pen wasn't writing on it.
I stood up and walked to the door. I flung it open, still in a bad mood and wanting to come up with more words to describe the hatred I have for the boy. I step out into the hallway. My feet got tangled up on something that was on the ground and I fell face first into the hallway.
They way I landed, I saw down the hallway that was the quickest way to exit the building from my room. Far down the hallway, there was a boy with black hair turning to go down the stairs.
That was the boy.
In a tether, I looked to see what had made me trip. I was convinced that it was planted there by the annoying boy to embarrass me in my own home.
I was surprised when I didn't see a string pulled across my doorway. Instead I found my hands grabbing shoes. They had no heel and would be designated as "unladylike" by my father and the nursemaids. They were running shoes.
I shook my head, unsure of what to do with them. I see something sticking out of the left shoe and I pull it partially out of the shoe so I could see what it was. It could be some sort of trap that shoots dye at me if it is pulled too far.
It was a note from him, "These shoes are more suited for running a marathon, Princess."
Was this some sort of kind gesture, or was it still making fun of me? Either way, I was never going to wear these shoes in my life. I slowly stood up. It was easy to stand up on my own when there was no mud debilitating my movements.
When I stood up, the note fell out of the shoe. I bent over to grab it. I stood back up with the note in hand. Something at the bottom of the page grabbed my attention. He had signed it.
Something about seeing him sign his name made me think that this was supposed to be a gift out of kindness.
I went back into my room and tore out the list of things that I hated about the boy. I knew nothing about this boy and why he acts the way he acts. He is kinder than he lets people believe.
There is one thing that I do know about the boy.
His name is Akiri.
As you can see, the chapters in this one are a lot shorter than the ones in Bones, but that is because I have a problem with writing too much. Tell me if you like it! I love to get feedback!
This one won't be updated as quickly because this one I write and then I post.