A/N: Hi, guys! This is the first fan fiction where I've made myself a character/OC. Isn't that awesome?!
Summary: I woke up one morning to find myself not in my small-ish room, but in a huge mansion! And apparently I'm rich as hell and am going to attend Bullworth Academy! Oh, no.
Prologue
First things first; when I went to bed, I was under my comfortable black doona cover with no worries other than finishing my PD/H/PE assignment before Friday. Then suddenly I have the weirdest dream (now that I think about it, it wasn't that weird. It was actually a pretty standard dream for me) where my life . . . well not MY life . . . played out in front of my eyes. Here were the most memorable parts:
My eyes opened and everything was blurry but I knew who was holding me in her arms. She was a beautiful black haired woman with caring blue eyes. Mommy! Then she gave me away to a tall, handsome man with soft dark brown hair and loving hazel-brown eyes; I knew who he was two. Daddy! I started giggling he softly rubbed his nose against mine. Then I was given to a man in his early forties with steady hands. I could only register him as Buddy. Buddy took me to a large room with pink walls. He placed me in a pale pink cot and wound up the mobile above my head. It had butterflies whose wings flapped as they moved so it looked like there were four butterflies flying in a circle above me. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.
I was sitting in a garden singing a song about ladybugs and spiders. Then Daddy walked up to me and placed a daisy crown on my head.
"Does it look good on me, Daddy?" I squealed in the cutest little girl voice every. Daddy laughed and patted my head.
"Everything looks absolutely amazing on you, Princess Sagesse." Daddy kneeled down in front of me like a knight and I couldn't help but giggle. I knew Mommy couldn't come out and play because she had the flu but I was happy enough with Daddy. Mommy was sick but not sick enough to not write little letters to me and have Buddy (who I now could identify as the butler) deliver them to me. I couldn't read many words then but Daddy always read the letters to me in his best Mommy's voice.
I was sitting in the library reading about a princess who didn't want to be saved from a dragon because all he needed was a companion and since he was a dragon everyone hated him. I found it an amazing book to read, it had an illustration here and there but it was still a good book. Mommy was sick again, she said she had the sickness out of her system but I guess it's a naughty sickness that won't do as it's told. I stopped reading when Buddy came in with chocolate milk. Perfectly stirred, none of those yucky dark brown lumps; just the way I liked it. I thanked him and started drinking.
"Is Mommy getting better, Buddy?" I asked in a half-mature half-childish voice. The butler frowned slightly.
"Lady Celeste's condition has not gotten any better, Miss Celeste." Buddy's voice was slightly grim. I hate it when he uses that tone, it kind of scares me. I nod and Buddy exits, leaving me with the book Mommy got me for my birthday yesterday.
I was at Mommy's side, holding her hand, as the doctor took a blood sample from her. Mommy had a blood disorder; that's why she keeps getting ill. I don't let go of Mommy's hand, not even after we leave the hospital. I fear for Mommy's health and don't want her to be sick all the time. Daddy keeps promising me Mommy will be fine and she and I will get to go shopping like she promised we would when she got better. She hadn't, she still hadn't. I was beginning to lose faith, not wanting my Mommy to die. When we got home, I was exhausted from all the tears I cried. Buddy took me to bed and told me more about all the wonderful adventures Daddy's been on to research for his books. Daddy had recently starting writing about a princess called Sagesse who would fight even the mightiest dragon to help her sick mother. I know Daddy's trying to make me feel better but it's not helping. Images of a future without Mommy flash through my mind. I hate when I can't control my thoughts, it's like losing control of your senses.
I woke up and I was staring a ceiling with a mural of a beautiful kingdom with a purple dragon flying around the castle on it. Wait a minute; my room doesn't have a mural on the ceiling, in my bed I normally wake up to see the base of the top bunk (which has multiple stuffed toys on it). No top bunk, no shelf with my lip-glosses, body sprays, video games, decorative toys or the little wooden cars that I had to make all by myself. I sat up and saw that the headboard of the bed that wasn't mine was against the wall. I look at the ground next to the bed. WHERE ARE MY FLUFFY BLUE SLIPPERS? They weren't anywhere and that is enough to give me the morning grumps. I looked around the room that wasn't mine (my room is kind of small, this room was twice as big as it and my study (which is about the same size) combined). There was a walk-in wardrobe to my left and a huge ass flat-screen TV on the wall to my right. On the ground in front of the flat-screen were a big square of fuzzy pink carpet and a matching couch; on a dresser against the wall under the flat-screen were a PS3, a PS2 and an Xbox (I don't play Xbox so I know this isn't my room). I got out of the red satin sheeted and pillowed double-bed and walked over to the dresser. I opened a draw and saw two stacks of games; I opened two of the other three to find to same result. When I opened the last one there was a stack of books, most of them said they were written by Padre Celeste, the remaining two were by Sagesse Celeste. As I turned around saw the two windows on either side of the bed had the curtains wide open and tied up. I then walked into the walk-in wardrobe; there were various dresses, shirts, skirts, cardigans and pyjamas in almost every colour, pattern and style I've ever seen (except the dirty ones).
"Up so soon, Miss Celeste? You normally wake up in the early afternoon on a weekend such as this." I jumped and turned around to see a man in his late fifties dressed in attire I've only seen butler's wear in movies. His hair was thinning at the top and he had a pleasant smile on his face. I realised he was talking to me.
"Oh, um . . . yes, I just got up." I know how lame that sounded but was too uncomfortable to try and say anything else. The man smiled and I then recognised him from my dreams, "Buddy? Where are Mommy and Daddy?" I remember in my dream that I kept calling them Mommy and Daddy even a I 'got older'. Buddy smiled wider.
"You will be pleased to know that Mr and Mrs Celeste have landed safely in Ireland. Mrs Celeste is, by this time, in the finest hospital in Europe being treated for her condition." I nodded and tried to smile but I know I would just look creepy and ugly smiling. Buddy didn't say anything about my smile being ugly. He simply bowed a little and left the walk-in wardrobe (which was as long as the hallway outside MY room). I sighed and looked down at myself and my breath caught. I wasn't wearing the blue monkey pyjamas I had fallen asleep in last night; I was wearing the sexiest sleepwear I've ever seen. I was wearing a frilly see-through, red-ish pink (and in my opinion Playboy magazine worthy) night-gown. Underneath I was wearing pale pink panties (I think they're pale pink) the area where my bra should be wasn't see-through because of all the ruffles there so I hoped that I was wearing a bra under there. I ran my hand against my upper back and was relieved to find the strap of a bra there. I then turned a quarter around and finally noticed the full length mirror. My jaw dropped as I saw what myself in the mirror. I looked about 15 rather than 12. I was way curvier then I remember and my boobs were heaps bigger (which is saying something; the average breast size for human females is an A. I was an A when I fell asleep; I'm at least a C now). My face wasn't one of an over thinking adolescent, but of a sexy as hell teenage girl. My lips were a dusty pink and were plump, PLUMP! My eyebrows were thinner, my nose was cuter, my cheeks weren't red from wind burn, my hazel-brown eyes were bigger/cuter and my teeth were pearl white. All in all, I was still the same girl I used to be; except I was so freaking HOT! I'm pretty sure if the girl in the mirror weren't my reflection I'd be flirting with her by now. I then noticed my butt, which used to be smaller; emphasis on smaller. My butt wasn't too big or too small; it was rather cute actually but still bigger than my old, semi-flat butt. I shut the door so Buddy wouldn't walk in on me and stripped down to 'my' panties and pale pink bra (if you could call that thin piece of fabric a bra). I admired my new teenage body as I chose what I'd wear today. I decided on a navy blue skirt which reached my middle thigh (I thought it would reach my knees) and a pure white button down blouse. The blouse was brought up a bit by my bust but it still covered my torso. Before I did anything else I walked up to the full length mirror and smiled; my smile was GORGEOUS, so I know something is up (I can't fake a smile, it has to be genuine and accompanied with my gruesome laugh). I then left the walk-in wardrobe to see Buddy standing in the bedroom with a tray, which carried apple-and-blackcurrant juice and raisin toast. He smiled at me.
"I'm pleased to see you choose something close to a uniform. Come, Miss Celeste. We must not forget Mr Celeste's favourite rule." He kept smiling and it was beginning to creep me out.
"And which rule is that, Buddy?" I had no idea what the old butler was talking about so I felt even more uncomfortable. Buddy then began to chuckle.
"Well said, Miss Celeste. I'm talking about the 'breakfast-lunch-and-dinner-at-the-dinner-table' rule." The old guy was still chuckling so I forced a smile. For some reason it felt correct on my face. Buddy then escorted me downstairs (I've always wanted to live in a house with a second floor!) to the dining room. There seemed to be more seats than needed. As far as I know, there's only me Buddy and my 'parents' here. So why are there ten five chairs down the long side and one on each end?
"Where is everyone?" I ask, because if he knew me then he expected me to know what has been happening around here.
"They are attending to their usual business around the Manor. Your private tutor, Mr Matthews, is marking your homework; the maids, Susan, Mary, Agnes and Jovita are cleaning the house, the repairman, William, is attending to your moped, the grounds keeper, Antonio, is mowing the lawn and your grandfather and uncle are out shopping for your upcoming birthday. You and I, Miss Celeste, must go downtown to shop for your school attire. Unless you would like to not wear the Bullworth school uniform?" All the people he just mentioned are from a game my Mum wouldn't let me play; Lucius. Except the butler's name was Alistair and there was a janitor. Then it hit me.
Bullworth? I'M IN A VIDEO GAME! I must've had a look of shock on my face for Buddy placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Are you alright, Miss Celeste? I was sure Mr Celeste has already told you that you would be attending Bullworth Academy." I just nodded and sat down at one of the end chairs. One bite of the raisin toast and I was seeing stars. IT TASTED SO GOOD! After I'd finished the two pieces of raisin toast I gulped down the ABC juice (what I say to shorten apple-and-blackcurrant juice). It tasted better than what I remember too. Buddy then took the plate and cup and to where I'm sure the kitchen is. I stood and decided to take a walk around the grounds. I had so many theories as to why I was here. Time-Space continuum, a sorcerer, a dream or even my dwelling in witchcraft could've caused this. Or maybe your old life was a dream. I stopped dead at this thought. My life couldn't have been a dream; I've lived that way for so long. This is how it is. Hang on! That voice isn't in my head, it's behind me. I sharply turn and bump into the head of a man who had brunette hair with red streaks. He was in Lucius as well.
"Uncle Tom!" I can't help but giggle at his immaturity. He starts chuckling and stands up straighter; he's about a head taller than me.
"You were mumbling something reasons for being here or something. I figured you were having another inspiration attack for a book and decided to mess with you." He smirked after seeing me blush. I've always had a problem with speaking out loud when I'm thinking. He then wraps an arm around my shoulder, sticks the other in his pocket and walks with me.
"Are you feeling okay, Sage? According to Buddy you've been acting as if you don't think you belong here." He asked me when we walked past a fountain.
"I'm fine, Uncle Tom. My memory's just gone a bit fuzzy. Everything here seems new to me, yet I know I've been here before." I feel him pull me slightly closer; if he's anything like the game version then he could very well be a perverted player. If he's simply a good uncle he's probably just worried about me. And why Sage? Oh, yeah, first four letters of Sagesse. Tom leads me back into the Manor and leads me down a whole flight of stairs and into a wine cellar. This is really beginning to creep me out. I know what's in the wine cellar in Lucius and this place looks almost the exact same! Save my sanity!
What will happen to my next chapter.
