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Jack, This is My Daughter
Chapter One
Meline
"Meline! If you don't hurry up, we're going to be late!"
Will Turner's voice spoke through the wall as he knocked on his daughter's bedroom door.
Fourteen year old Meline clipped her hair behind her ears, and then quickly combed it out again. Her long, curly brown hair was never very agreeable, and today was no exception.
"I'm coming!" She called. "Just give me a second."
"Okay," her father said through the door. "Just call me when you're ready to go downstairs."
Meline listened to the sound of her father's feet going down the hall, and then sighed.
She stopped combing her hair for a moment and looked in the mirror. Her soft, slightly freckleish face and deep green eyes looked back at her.
Today was a sad day. Her grandfather, who had been a governor, had died last week, and his funeral was to be held in a few hours. According to her mother, the cause of Governor Swann's death was still unknown. But that was all that her mother was really saying.
In truth, Elizabeth Turner had not been speaking much at all since she had heard the news. Meline understood that her mother was very sad, but she had been practically ignoring Meline, even when she had just tried to comfort her mother.
"It's not like I had anything to do with it," Meline shrugged. "Heck, I'm not even allowed to walk down the stairs by myself, let alone have secret information about the cause of my grandfather's death."
With one last glance in the mirror, she called, "I'm ready, father."
The door opened so quickly, Meline decided that her father had come back through the hallway to wait for her call.
William Turner smiled as he surveyed his daughter fondly in her black dress.
"You look beautiful," he said, walking up to her.
"Thank you, Dad," she replied, returning her father's smile. "But don't look that happy. Today's supposed to be a sad day, remember?"
"I know," Will said as he pulled around the chair Meline was sitting in so that she faced him. "But if we're too sad, it makes the situation that much harder to overcome."
"You're such a softy, Dad," she sighed, pulling her dress up to her knees as her father took a pair of large metal objects from beside her bed.
Her father separated the leg braces and started to attach them to his daughter's legs.
The braces had been crafted by the blacksmith himself. They were not the first pair, and would most likely not be the last.
Ever since she was born, Meline had had a problem with her legs. No one quite knew what it was, but her legs were weak, and she could only stand without the braces for very short period of time.
Though devastated that their daughter was not completely healthy, Will and Elizabeth had never had a problem with Meline's handicap. They loved her dearly, and she, though still having the usual teenager ness, loved them in return.
Once completely strapped in, Will helped her stand, and the two of them walked down the hallway towards the stairs.
Meline had decided a long time ago that she hated stairs.
When she was seven, she had fallen down an entire flight, and had consequently spent the next two months in her bed. Ever since then, her parents had always helped her down any stairs, even if it was just one.
Meline didn't really mind this much. She was used to her parent's over protectiveness, but she did often wish that they'd treat her a little more like a normal person every now and again.
Once down the stairs of the large house (which took a considerable amount of time, being that there were only eight steps), Meline spotted her mother sitting at a small table, her face in her hands.
She's crying again, she thought.
But Elizabeth quickly wiped her eyes and turned around to face them. She had undoubtedly heard them coming. In truth, the sounds made by Meline's leg braces were anything but quiet.
"Finally ready, are you?" She asked, looking more at Will than her daughter.
"Yes darling," cooed Will, the smile having vanished from his face to be replaced by the sympathetic look he had been using a lot with his wife over the past few days.
"Let's go, then," she sighed.
The three of them walked out the door into the cloudy day, Will holding onto his wife with one arm, his other hand resting on Meline's shoulder.
So, what do you think so far? It's a work in progress, so let me know what you think!
Random other guy with script: That's not what your supposed to say!
Disclaimer: Can't I own them just this one time? Pleas?
Lawyer: NO!
Disclaimer: *fuming* Damn
Jack, This is My Daughter
Chapter One
Meline
"Meline! If you don't hurry up, we're going to be late!"
Will Turner's voice spoke through the wall as he knocked on his daughter's bedroom door.
Fourteen year old Meline clipped her hair behind her ears, and then quickly combed it out again. Her long, curly brown hair was never very agreeable, and today was no exception.
"I'm coming!" She called. "Just give me a second."
"Okay," her father said through the door. "Just call me when you're ready to go downstairs."
Meline listened to the sound of her father's feet going down the hall, and then sighed.
She stopped combing her hair for a moment and looked in the mirror. Her soft, slightly freckleish face and deep green eyes looked back at her.
Today was a sad day. Her grandfather, who had been a governor, had died last week, and his funeral was to be held in a few hours. According to her mother, the cause of Governor Swann's death was still unknown. But that was all that her mother was really saying.
In truth, Elizabeth Turner had not been speaking much at all since she had heard the news. Meline understood that her mother was very sad, but she had been practically ignoring Meline, even when she had just tried to comfort her mother.
"It's not like I had anything to do with it," Meline shrugged. "Heck, I'm not even allowed to walk down the stairs by myself, let alone have secret information about the cause of my grandfather's death."
With one last glance in the mirror, she called, "I'm ready, father."
The door opened so quickly, Meline decided that her father had come back through the hallway to wait for her call.
William Turner smiled as he surveyed his daughter fondly in her black dress.
"You look beautiful," he said, walking up to her.
"Thank you, Dad," she replied, returning her father's smile. "But don't look that happy. Today's supposed to be a sad day, remember?"
"I know," Will said as he pulled around the chair Meline was sitting in so that she faced him. "But if we're too sad, it makes the situation that much harder to overcome."
"You're such a softy, Dad," she sighed, pulling her dress up to her knees as her father took a pair of large metal objects from beside her bed.
Her father separated the leg braces and started to attach them to his daughter's legs.
The braces had been crafted by the blacksmith himself. They were not the first pair, and would most likely not be the last.
Ever since she was born, Meline had had a problem with her legs. No one quite knew what it was, but her legs were weak, and she could only stand without the braces for very short period of time.
Though devastated that their daughter was not completely healthy, Will and Elizabeth had never had a problem with Meline's handicap. They loved her dearly, and she, though still having the usual teenager ness, loved them in return.
Once completely strapped in, Will helped her stand, and the two of them walked down the hallway towards the stairs.
Meline had decided a long time ago that she hated stairs.
When she was seven, she had fallen down an entire flight, and had consequently spent the next two months in her bed. Ever since then, her parents had always helped her down any stairs, even if it was just one.
Meline didn't really mind this much. She was used to her parent's over protectiveness, but she did often wish that they'd treat her a little more like a normal person every now and again.
Once down the stairs of the large house (which took a considerable amount of time, being that there were only eight steps), Meline spotted her mother sitting at a small table, her face in her hands.
She's crying again, she thought.
But Elizabeth quickly wiped her eyes and turned around to face them. She had undoubtedly heard them coming. In truth, the sounds made by Meline's leg braces were anything but quiet.
"Finally ready, are you?" She asked, looking more at Will than her daughter.
"Yes darling," cooed Will, the smile having vanished from his face to be replaced by the sympathetic look he had been using a lot with his wife over the past few days.
"Let's go, then," she sighed.
The three of them walked out the door into the cloudy day, Will holding onto his wife with one arm, his other hand resting on Meline's shoulder.
So, what do you think so far? It's a work in progress, so let me know what you think!