I. Obsidian
I was in a garden of some sort that was inhumanly beautiful. Green was everywhere and a tree with a scaly serpent was in the middle of this life-filled garden. I had never seen a garden—no a place—as beautiful and life giving as this one. It seemed impossible for an average person like me to be in a garden that was so...inhuman.
I walked around this garden of hope and wonder, continuing to gaze upon the radiant beauty that this garden shown. I could feel the serene and tranquil presence that this radiant garden brought. It was like a perfect paradise that for some reason, I felt like I did not belong in.
I frolicked along in this garden of hope and wonder, feeling the need to lie down in the dew-filled blades of grass, so, I did. It felt so calm, relaxing, and I did not want to get up. I lay there, helpless and in my own little world.
I continued to rest in the soft grass, until I found the strength to stand up and walk. I sighed softly, my mint breath—that for some reason never smelled bad—spray everywhere like a spray can spraying graffiti on a brick wall of a building. My porcelain skin glistened like diamonds in the beautiful radiance. My long, red hair that people thought looked like flames, danced in the cool breeze while my unusual natural red-orange orbs watched the paradise that surrounded me.
I continued to walk, my hands swaying at my side when I did so. A lock of my fiery red hair accidentally fell freely in my porcelain face, though I quickly tucked it behind my left ear. I noticed a tree with gorgeous red apples on it, the same tree with the green serpent on it. The apples looked delicious, and so, I walked over to the tree.
"Greetings." The serpent told me with a hiss with a slight wisp. The creature was a little intimidating, the way it stared at me with his narrow goldenrod slits. The sunshine slits seemed to never close—I guess that was because the creature was a snake—and that intimidated me also, though, I just stared at the creature with no expression on my porcelain face.
"Hello." I said timidly, who would have known that a snake could talk? It waspretty strange to hear a serpent speak with me. However, I did wonder exactly how it could speak. On the bright side, I thought the wisp that this mysterious serpent had was funny; I had loved to hear people talk with a wisp.
"Your hair is quite lovely, if I might say so myself. The color of fire. It is a very beautiful shade of hair for considering a female of your age." The serpent replied with another wisp. The serpent's gaze at my hair was somewhat disturbing and made a shiver run down my spin. The serpent somehow managed to smile with coy within it.
"Exactly, where am I?" I asked tentatively. I had to know the paradise of which I was standing. I gazed upon the gorgeous horizon with my fire opal orbs. The snake
silently did a hiss to attract my attention to him.
"Oh, you do not know? This is the Garden of Eden." The snake slyly replied to
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me, and I scratched my head, a little confused. Garden of Eden? I had heard of that somewhere, but I couldn't place a finger on it. I blinked my fire-orange eyes as the snake did a quiet snicker, though it sounded like a hiss more.
"You look a little confused, dear. Why don't you take one of these delicious red apples and taste them? Maybe, you will be able to answer your questions then." The snake grinned devilishly, which actually made him look like the devil also. I reached out to grab the luscious carmine fruit, until I woke up.
Apparently, it was all just a dream. I looked down to see I was wearing my Blue's Clues pajamas, and no, I was not a big baby. Blue's Clues was a totally wicked show! I then heard my mother calling from the kitchen below me.
"Tragedy! Get down here!" I could hear my mother's normal soprano voice as she half-sang, half-yelled my name. Yes, Tragedy was my name. No, I was not a bad luck charm. No I was not gothic, and no I was not emo or suicidal. I hated how there were so many stereotypes about a name like Tragedy.
My name was Tragedy Eclipse Hooding. Yes, I agree, my name is very strange. My parents must have been desperate and decided to name me after the first thing they saw. I was seventeen, and I had two siblings. My sister was Constance Midnight Hooding, and she was six years old. I had a twin brother named Dominique Lunar Hooding, and he was seventeen except he was three minutes older. I had long, flowing red hair that rested on my petite shoulders. I had fire opal eyes, which were abnormally natural. My mother and I were the only ones in the entire family that had the same colored eyes and hair.
On the other hand, both Dominique and Constance had charcoal black hair. Constance's went down to her waist, and Dominique's was...well, like most other boys' hairstyles, short. Constance had dark goldenrod eyes and Dominique as well. They were both so similar, yet so different. Constance and Dominique had my father's look; he had jasper-colored orbs as well with the jet-black hair too.
My family lived in San Diego, California. Even though we lived in a hot city in a hot state, my family never got tan. We were always white; albino white. When we had first moved to San Diego, we attempted to tan, but all we did was stay pale. It was so strange though, and my friends would often make fun of me by saying I was an albino chick. I eventually got used to the dirty jokes my friends made, and they eventually stopped, finding that the jokes had no affect on me whatsoever.
"Coming, Mom!" I yelled back to my mother, indicating to her that I was up, and getting ready for the day. I pulled off my Blue's Clues pajamas and threw them into my magnolia-white laundry basket. I quickly pulled on a brown T-shirt that said "California Girl" on it. I then slipped on some tight cerulean blue jeans that showed off my skinny, but long legs.
I swung my door open and ran down the stairs for some good old breakfast. My mother, Lily Rose Hooding, was cooking scrambled eggs on the black frying pan. This morning, my mother had her fiery-red hair pulled into a bun with side bangs at the corner of her gloriously pale face. Her carmine lips twitched into a kind smile, her magnolia teeth flashing to me.
"Hello, dear." My mother said in her high soprano voice. My mother enjoyed singing a lot, and had many gigs at different churches every three days, so her voice
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naturally became high-pitched.
"Morning, Mom." I replied to my mom as I grabbed a fragile peach plate and sat at our oak table. Mom usually cooked scrambled eggs on special occasions...because today was the day we were going to move from our sunny San Diego, California to the cold Anchorage, Alaska.
"Are you ready for the big day?" My mother asked enthusiastically, though I just groaned a little and rolled my fiery orange orbs. Constance ran down the stairs, jumping around and giggling like a normal, hyper six year old would do.
"I thought I smelled eggs! Morning Mom! Morning Tragedy!" Constance yelled enthusiastically also. Constance started to blab about her dream last night that she was a princess in England and other unimportant things...though it made me wonder about my dream. What was with the devilish serpent and the apples? I then remembered that the Garden of Eden was in Genesis from the Bible. Although, why was the Garden of Eden in my dream? What did all of that have to do with me? The meaning was so obscure to me, like obsidian.
Suddenly, Dominique came down, looking a little irritated, though he kept his self-control. I snickered to myself as I watched my older brother walk down the stairs irritated.
"Constance, stop yelling, God." Dominique said to her sternly as he sat down on one of the birch chairs, right next to me. He had dark circles under his eyes that were possibly from a terrible night of no sleep. I just blinked my fire opals, watching his movements as he poured a bowl of Rice Krispies into a bowl.
"Hey, Dominique, are you ok?" I asked curiously. He just looked up at me with his goldenrod irises, giving me one of those death glares that say to you "leave me alone or else." I just laughed at his expression and then stopped once he held his fist up to me.
"Hey Dominique, didn't you know? Guys aren't supposed to hit girls." I snickered again as he then purposely dumped his bowl of cereal on my jeans. He pointed and laughed at me and I screamed so loud, you would think I was going to be murdered. Mom turned around and scowled at Dominique, ready to do another one of her famous lectures.
"Now Dominique, don't be mean to your sister." My mother started out with her lecture as I stood up, milk drenching my jeans, making myself look as if I wet my pants. Constance began giggling non-stop as she saw how I had milk and cereal all over my lap.
"Well, she was asking—"
"That is no reason to dump cereal on your loving sister's lap."
"Loving? Are you fricken' serious? She was laughing at me because I woke up in a bad mood!"
"That's still no reason to be mean to her. She's only eighteen." My mother pointed her index finger, looking at him disappointingly. I suppressed a laugh as a smile twitched at the corners of my Venetian-red lips.
"How come every time she does something to me, you end up on her side?" Dominique asked angrily as he then shook his head, saying that to forget the whole thing and that he was going to cross-country practice.
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"Hey, Mom, what time are we leaving?" Constance asked quietly with a touch of curiosity in her voice. My mother looked at me and pointed up the stairs, indicating to me that I needed to go change my jeans. As I walked up the stairs, I heard my mother tell Constance that we were leaving after school, and that the plane ride would take at least three or four hours.
I walked into my bedroom, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, and throwing them into the same basket that I had thrown my Blue's Clues pajamas. I walked over to my dresser, pulled out some khaki pants, and slipped them on. I hoped that these wouldn't be stained with something else too.
After a few minutes of changing my outfit, I walked out of my room, and ran down the stairs and waved goodbye to my mother as I dragged Constance out of the house so I could actually get to basketball practice on time.
I drove a lemon yellow Ferrari while my brother drove an ecru hummer. My family was a pretty wealthy family. My mother was a traveling singer who got lots of concerts; which meant lots of money. My father, Storm Vernon Hooding, was a doctor in the emergency room as the head doctor.
Constance sat in the backseat of the Ferrari, and I obviously sat in the driver's seat. The car started with a VROOM and I took off fast, I liked to drive fast, usually going over the speed limits, but strangely enough, a cop never caught me.
I enjoyed driving fast, so I was always on time, though mostly, even if I drove over the speed limits, I was usually late for basketball practice, because Constance always fiddled around at home with her Barbie's hair, outfit, and all that girly baby stuff for dolls.
I arrived to school at about 8:01 AM; I was one minute late for basketball practice. I sighed softly to myself as I took the key out of the ignition and placed them in my pockets. I swung my door open, and Constance did too. We both shut our doors once we were out, and I could see all my friends running the track mile: Brianna, Macy, and Violet.
"Hey you guys!" I yelled, waving to my friends with a big wide flashing grin on my porcelain face. Constance sighed as she walked up to the bleachers, which she normally did for my basketball practices and games. My friends turned to look at me, and then looked away, their faces a little mad. I blinked and then ran out to the track mile and run my lap. To tell you the truth, I was slow. It took me ten minutes to run the stupid thing because I was slow, that was why I was always the benchwarmer when we had basketball games.
"Alright, girls, we have our next game is down in Long Beach. Is anyone besides Miss Hooding not going to be there?" My coach, Mrs. Aiken asked. One of the girls in my grade, Naomi, raised her hand and told Mrs. Aiken that she was going to go to her sister's wedding up in L.A. and that she wouldn't be able to make the basketball game.
After basketball, I went up to Macy and asked her what was wrong with all of them; she just shook her head, telling me that it was nothing. I then went up to one of my most loyal friends, Violet, and asked her what was wrong.
"Well, Tragedy, we're all just a little sad that you're going to be leaving us here
in San Diego...and you still owe Brianna her $25." Violet said solemnly as she looked
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down to her white and black checkered tennis shoes.
I nodded my head, remembering the track match that I had lost to her. I met Brianna's emerald green opals, as she looked a little angry with me. I sighed sadly, as I looked away to the scenery around me. Constance ran down the bleachers, and sped past me to go to her class.
School started at 9:00 AM, and I went to my first class, Calculus. I took notes obediently as I understood what my teacher, Mr. Pascal. Afterwards, I went on with my normal routine of classes until lunch.
At our school, there were certain tables with certain cliques. My "clique" sat in the far left corner of the cafeteria. Some other boy friends sat with us too, like, Abel, Aedan, Jaden, and Mac. Aedan was lean, and had silky charcoal-black hair, he was also 5"9". Jaden, on the other hand, was built, and had pale blond hair that resembled prairie grass, and he was 6"1", and then there was Mac. Mac wasn't lean, and he wasn't built, he was somewhat in between. He had glossy black hair, similar to Aedan's, and Mac was 5"7".
Anyways, we all sat down at our usual table spot in the huge cafeteria. I had eight hundred twenty seven kids in my whole grade, just because there were so many people who liked living in sunny San Diego.
"...So today's the big day, isn't it?" I heard Mac ask me, everyone was abnormally quiet and silent today, and it was all because I was moving. I sighed and nodded my head as I held my head down as I ate my cheese pizza that we were having for lunch today. Luckily, Violet found something interesting to talk about, saying how her brother was going to the state spelling bee tournament.
Eventually school got out and I just sighed. Aedan, one of my closest guy friends, walked over to me and smiled, giving me one of those goodbye hugs. He was my closest, and the nicest guy friend I had. Jaden was ok, but he was a real jock, and Mac was well...quiet, but with Aedan, I could tell him about my problems (Even though he was a guy) and he would actually listen to me.
"We're going to miss you, Tradg." He said to me, he always called me "Tradg" because it was shorter than actually saying my name, it eliminated two letters, which probably didn't make too much of a difference.
"I'll miss you, Aedan."
"Remember to send postcards, and write to us." Aedan said to me with a grin. I nodded my head, waving to him as I ran to my Ferrari, with Constance waiting in the backseat, looking as bored as ever.
"Was that your boyfriend?" Constance asked with a giggle in her voice. My face morphed from ghostly pale, to a cherry-red. Why would my sister even think that? She knew Aedan, hack, she even told me she had a little crush on her! So why would she think that Aedan and me were...together?
"Ew! Why would you even think that? That was Aedan, dumb bell!" I yelled at her, and she just snickered, I was furious. However, I sped away at about fifty miles per hour.
The ride home was tranquil, and silent. Constance didn't speak about me having a boyfriend, actually, she didn't even talk at all...that was so unnatural for her. She
was always the bubbly one who filled ever millimeter of silence with chatter.
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When we arrived home, Mom and Dad were packing up, while Dominique was packing all the boxes into Dad's SUV. Constance and I walked over to my parents to help them pack, except after ten minutes of helping pack; Constance decided that she was too weak and young to help.
After an hour and a half of packing, we all piled into the SUV with Dad driving us to the airport with all of our things. I was going to miss San Diego, but I felt somehow relieved that I was leaving, but that reason was somewhat unknown to even me.
"You kids are going to love Anchorage! I lived there in my high school years." My father told us. Dominique was just looking out the window, bored, and I was looking out the other one, observing the life that was in there while Constance sat watching a Barney movie on our portable DVD player.
"...I heard it's like Antarctica." I retorted, and Dad shrugged his shoulders, looking at me from the rear view mirror.
"It's pretty hot during the summer, in fact; the summer up there gets twenty-four hour sunlight."
"And the winter?"
"Well, you won't need to worry about that. We packed plenty of winter clothes, and if we need to, we'll go buy some new ones, sound good?" I simply nodded my head with a soft sigh escaping my flawless cherry-red lips.
We got out of the SUV and took all of our stuff to the airport. We all managed to get to the right plane, although it was going to take off in about two hours, so we decided to go to the food court. Luckily, they had a Pizza Hut, so we all shared a medium cheese pizza, which soothed all of our hungers, unfortunately, eating only took us twenty minutes; we still had and hour and forty minutes until the plane took off.
My mother, Constance, and I walked to our seats in the waiting area while Dominique and my dad went to the men's restroom. I pulled out the book I was reading currently, which was about 481 pages long, and hardcover. My mom read a magazine while Constance continued to watch her video on the DVD player.
After two complete hours, we were set to leave. We gave the attendants our plane tickets, and they did a profile check on Constance to make sure she was really my mom's daughter. We walked on the plane, and I got the window seat while Dominique was right next to me.
"Are you scared of heights, Tragedy?" My brother asked me with a devilish grin on his immensely pale face. I shook my head, and he frowned with disappointment, obviously, he was trying to scare me...but...in reality, I was scared of heights, but why would I admit that to my brother?
The pilot instructed us over the intercom to have our seatbelts on and inform us that no smoking was permitted in the air flight, and then they walked us through on the procedure if there's a drop in air level and we need oxygen.
"I'm going to miss my friends..." I mumbled to myself, apparently, Dominique heard me and sighed, nodding his head in agreement.
"Yeah, but at least we can send postcards to them." He told me as he looked over me to
stare out the window.
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The flight was long, and boring. I ended up watching Charlie's Angels on the DVD player while Constance fell asleep in her seat next to Mom. I hadn't seen Charlie's Angels in almost forever. Dominique, on the other hand, was listening to his favorite band, Papa Roach, and allowing the music to blast through his headset.
"Dominique, turn it down, man." I said, slightly irritated that I was listening to his stupid music. He scowled at me for a moment with his inky black orbs, and then just ignored my request.
"Dominique, please! It's irritating!" I pleaded to him as I scowled with anger at him. Her looked at me with his dark, midnight orbs and snickered as he turned the volume down...finally.
I finished watching Charlie's Angels and then decided to take a little catnap in my seat. With Dominique's music down, and the shade of the window down, I drifted into a vast sleep.
In my dream, I was in an unfamiliar forest, and all I could hear was the flapping of wings above me, although I knew it was a dream, I asked myself if I was dead...although that was almost an impasse with me and my consciousness.
In the lovely—or so it seemed like so far—dream, I leaning against a tree, placing a red rose with white splatters up to my nostrils, inhaling the wondrous floral scent that exhilarated from it. Then I felt something wet on my hand.
The flower was bleeding.
Yes, it was bleeding crimson blood, I dropped the flower, and within a split second, it vanished into thin air, becoming extinct from the face of the planet. It was quite strange, a beautiful rose bleeding in my touch.
Then, the flapping of wings appeared again and then—
I awoke with a gasp.
"Hey, are you ok?" I heard Dominique ask me as he noticed I was very pale. However, I did question myself exactly why I was pale? The dream was not a nightmare, and not scary in any way that was possible, except for probably for the carmine blood...but blood was like oblivion to me, it never bothered me in any way.
"Yeah, just woke up." I replied, but it was still strange to see I was paler than usual. However, sadly, I was as pale as Dad, Dominique, and Constance now.
The rest of the flight was drawing random pictures in a spiral notebook that was an old science notebook when I was in middle school. My porcelain color returned to my face as my mind was concentrated on a picture in the magazine in the little packet. The picture was of trees and a river that looked almost like one of those famous Japanese gardens you see in movies.
"We are about to land, please buckle your seatbelts, and thank you for riding with us. We hope you have a nice day." I could hear the masculine voice on the speaker. It was the pilot telling us that we had to gather our things, shut our electronic devices off, and getting ready for a bumpy landing.
The plane landed and I looked outside my window at the slightly sunny and slightly cloudy sky. Not bad, actually. Dominique grinned at the sight of the clouds. Constance just pouted to herself because it wasn't quite sunny out.
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After the plane steered its way to the airport, and we remained seated until we were instructed to get our carry-on and leave.
It took them at least ten minutes until we were able to leave. I grabbed my backpack with all of my stuff, and Dominique walked out to the hallway and walked, I followed quietly behind him as we walked out of the airplane, and into the Anchorage airport in Alaska.
"Finally, we made it." I heard Dominique groan a little, Dominique hated airplanes. It wasn't the height that was the problem; it was the space in it. You see, Dominique is a little...claustrophobic. He hates tight spaces and being crammed in a little airplane bothers him, I like to make fun of him though.
"All right, is anyone hungry?" My mother asked us all; Constance nodded her head as she held her hand over her stomach as if she was starving. Dad just chuckled.
"Let's go get something to bite on, alright?" Dad said as he put Constance on his shoulders. Dominique just rolled his obsidian eyes and just followed behind my father. My mother walked beside me, her red raspberry lips twitching a warm smile at me as I looked at her with my fiery red eyes.
"What do you think so far?" She asked me. I just shrugged my shoulders and told her that it was all right. She just exposed her magnolia teeth to me, and they shimmered in the bright light like pearls. I returned her smile and we headed into a McDonald's.
This McDonald's was like most others. It was small, cheap, and filled with foods with enormous high calories. I just ordered a small order of fries with a Coke. Constance got a chicken nugget happy meal with a milk jug, while Dominique got a big Mac with a Diet Coke. Mom and Dad passed on the meal while we stuffed our faces like starving savages—no, starving vultures—was what we ate like.
"So, what school are we going to attend?" I asked my mother as I took a sip of my Coke.
"The local public school." My father replied before my mother could even open her mouth to speak. I just nodded my head. The last school we went to was a private school that Dominique and I loved a lot. I mean, there weren't a lot of kids that were in our grade since it was very costly to go there. So, there were about 60 kids—including Dominique and I—that were in our grade. In Constance's there was about 37 kids, and that included her. Now that we were going to a public school, there'd at least be about 300 kids in both our grades.
"So, why'd we move up here again?" Dominique asked, a little annoyed by the fact that his friends were probably hanging around the beach while he was in a winter wonderland.
"Well, our family originated here, and the wildlife here is just fantastic, and we can get a lot more money with our work here, and the hospitals pay a lot! I bet that these folks would just love to hear my songs too!" My mother said cheerfully with full enthusiasm and optimism.
"Mommy, what does our new house look like?" Constance asked with curiosity filling her high-pitched, melodic voice. Mom gave a small chuckle as she gave a happy grin, running her porcelain fingers through my sister's raven-black hair as she explained that our house was a few miles away from the airport.
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After a quick meal at McDonald's, we grabbed our carry-on and then got our luggage. We took a bus to downtown Anchorage where we got a slight tour of the city. Then, we were dropped off to the far edge of downtown, where we had to walk the rest of the mile.
"This is boring." I heard my sister complain while Dominique carried her on his shoulders. I laughed and just smiled to my sister lovingly. Constance and I barely ever fought. The person I mostly fought with was Dominique, and that was because he was just a stubborn brother who was three minutes older that me. I occasionally fought with my mother, but that was a pretty rare occasion to happen. Dad and I never fought. Never. I can't think of one time that I actually fought with Storm Vernon Hooding.
About a half-hour later, we arrived at a household that resembled a dream house. It was large. Very large, and was the color of snow. Snow…that wet stuff that you see in movies all the time. I don't think I ever remember actually seeing snow in real life.
"Look at that!" I heard Mom yell out. It had gates and topiary in the front yard—well, it was more of meadow than an actual yard—but it was still magnificent.
"I wonder what the inside looks like." I stated. We pressed a button that mad a buzz. My father somehow managed to open the gates and we walked in with our entire luggage.
The inside was more breath taking than the outside. Marble steps with a long carmine rug in the middle of the gorgeous marble steps. Two marble statues of lions were placed in front of the banisters. There was a lion statue in front of the right banister, the other one in front of the left banister. A large chandelier was right above us as the diamonds and crystals glistening more beautifully than ever. At the top of the steps was two wings; the east and west wings. On the plane, Mom informed me that I was staying in a room all by myself in the east wing while Constance had a room next to mine, and Dominique across from me. Mom and Dad had their bedroom in the west wing.
"This place is huge!" Dominique yelled out. I swear that I heard an echo after he yelled. We all laughed when we heard my brother's echo as we took our own luggage up the stairs.
I opened the door to my room, and saw a white bed with a lovely magnolia-white canopy. I had a vanity with a mirror and a balcony that showed a forest, lake, and mountains in the horizon. Below my balcony was a large outdoor pool with a diving board. This place was too much of a fantasy to be reality because this was a dream come true. Our old house in San Diego was just a three-story building with a one-door garage. It was nice, I had to agree, but this place was much nicer.
I dropped my bags and suitcases on the ground and looked to the floor to see it was carpet that was as white as pearls on a shoreline. I ran out of my room to check out the rest of the family's rooms.
First was Constance's. I opened her door to see her room was a light carnation pink color. Her room didn't have a balcony, probably because Mother and Father wouldn't approve, afraid she might fall off it and break her head open or fracture a bone.
"Your room's so neat, Constance!" I exclaimed happily with a grin.
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"Yeah!" She yelled with a giggle as she jumped on her bed, which had a comforter with flower embroidery on it. I lie down on her flowery bed, and felt instant comfort, as if I did not want to get out of the soft bed.
"Tragedy! Get off my bed!" Constance giggled as she tried to push me off her bed, which surprisingly, was a simple task for her. Since when had my six-year old sister been able to push a 130-pound sister off her bed?
I ignored the question and got up off the magnolia-white carpet with a laugh. I waved my sister goodbye as I walked out of her room and walked into Dominique's.
Dominique's room was pained with flames. Flames everywhere you looked. Dominique was lying on his bed when I walked in, tossing a basketball towards the ceiling. The walls were black like death, and then fire flames everywhere.
"What are you doing in here?" Dominique hissed to me with venom. He gave me a small glare with his obsidian-black eyes. I cowered back out to the hallway, shutting the door behind me as I did so.
I walked into the west wing, seeing portraits of knights and medieval times. I knocked on my parent's door and they allowed me to come in. Their room was green with a white bed. Tranquil, some how. It seemed like a garden in here with all the lush green plants and flowers…
"Hello, darling." My mother said to me with a warm smile, while Dad was packing the clothes away. Like Constance and Dominique, this room did not have a balcony.
"Hi Mom, hi Dad." I said a little tentatively. I looked around more, and then decided to check out the backyard.
I ran down the marble stairs and then ran out the doors to the backyard. The grass was lush green, like my parent's bedroom, and soft like my pearly-white carpet. I laid down in the grass, until I realized I was unconscious and drifted to a deep sleep.
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