Beautiful
Don't look at me...
[I wrote this a while ago. Finally got the nerve to put up the story. It's a Meilin kinda angsty fic. Not sure what the rating should be either. So right now it'll be umm… PG. Yeah, I think that's okay.]
She looked back as the airplane door shut. She forced a smile so they would not worry. She sat down and began to cry. She knew what everyone would say when she came back. She knew what her mother would think when she came back. She has failed.
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She walked off the plane and saw her driver waiting for her. She followed him into the car. She sat in the back.
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She got out of the car. She was 'home'. She walked into her parents' house. They were sitting and enjoying tea. They looked almost startled as she bowed and sat down in front of them.
"What do you think you're doing back?" asked her mother maliciously. She did not want to respond because she knew what they were going to do if she said the wrong words.
"Answer your mother!" scolded her father.
She stared at her feet a moment before answering, "I was not told why I came back."
"No! That is not the truth," reprimanded her mother. "You know the reason why you are back here, without him." She didn't dare look up or talk back. "Your job was simple, to watch over him and help. You couldn't do that. Useless." She held back tears. "Go to your room. I don't want to even look at you."
She got up slowly and walked to her room. She opened the door to see it exactly as she left it. She laid on her bed with tears streaming down her face. She was use to the abuse but she still couldn't block out the tears. She lay there, crying and thinking. Why did she agree to come back, when she knew that this is how they would react?
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She got up and looked over at her alarm clock, "5:30" It was time for her to start practice. This time she would practice by herself. She has never practiced by herself. She had always had him by her side. But now she was alone.
She got up and got dressed. She opened her bedroom door to find emptiness. No one was awake yet. She went outside and into the garden. It was as beautiful as the day she left. Everything was in bloom and everything was so beautiful. She watched the flower petals opened. She watched as the baby birds called out for their mothers. She watched the sun rise, filling the sky with its warmth. As she awaited her instructor.
It was not her instructor, "Hello, Meilin. I am your new instructor."
"Hello." she said looking down.
"Shall we get started?" he asked as she got into her pose. She waited for him to give instructions but he did not. Instead he studied her stance. "Do some simple moves." She did as she was told and just did simple kick and punching moves. "Blocking." She jumped and blocked and flipped all over the place. "Very nice. I've been told you've practiced all your life. It shows. This is all for now," he said as he walked away.
She was confused. She usually practiced for hours. This took not even thirty minutes. Besides she did not want to return home. She walked around the garden with the sun to her back. She knew that she didn't need to study until noon. She wondered if she still had he same instructor as before since her martial arts instructor changed.
She just wondered the estate, searching for something. She couldn't find anything so she decided to walk to her house and get ready for the rest of the day.
She walked inside and felt relieved that her parents were not home, perhaps they went to eat breakfast at the main estate. She went into her room and changed into her Chinese clothes. Put her hair into buns and left the house.
She went towards the main house, nervously. She did not want to see her parents. And she didn't. She went into the room she normally use to go into for study. She waited for her instructor to come in. She looked at her watch, it was already five past 12. Surely he'd be here. It was the same instructor she had before she had left to Japan.
"Meilin. How much have you learned since you left?" he asked her.
She thought for a bit before answering, "Not much, only a little more arithmetic. But I did learn a lot of Japanese."
"Okay. We'll start off where you left off before you left for Japan," the instructor said. She sat there trying to learn.
It felt like she'd been there for a million years before she was allowed to go. She walked to her house but this time her parents were home.
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She didn't say anything to them she just walked straight into her room. Closed the door and lie on her bed. Thinking.
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Her life continued with practice, studying, and her parents ignoring her. She didn't mind, after a while. She's seen how other children lived and she did have it better than most of them.
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It was just like any ordinary morning when she got up. She got dressed and ready for practice like she always did. She went to practice like every other day and then came back home and then went to study like she always did. But this time when she walked inside her house her aunt walked out.
"Sit down!" command her mother as she walked inside. She did as she was told and sat down before them.
"Your aunt said that XiaoLang does not want to wed you any longer," she continued to look down and nod her head. "Instead he wants to marry that card mistress. Do you know what this means?" she did not answer but continued to look down. "Your one chance to make yourself valuable and you couldn't even do it. First you are a girl, then you have no magic and now you have no XiaoLang. Worthless. I don't know what we're going to do with you. Go to your room."
She slowly got up as she always did after her mother criticized her. She learned to block out everything. She didn't cry but just stared at the window. She stopped crying a long time ago. Crying didn't solve anything.
[Okay this is the end of CH 1. Whatcha think? I'm not going to put up the next chapter if no one reviews.]
Don't look at me...
[I wrote this a while ago. Finally got the nerve to put up the story. It's a Meilin kinda angsty fic. Not sure what the rating should be either. So right now it'll be umm… PG. Yeah, I think that's okay.]
She looked back as the airplane door shut. She forced a smile so they would not worry. She sat down and began to cry. She knew what everyone would say when she came back. She knew what her mother would think when she came back. She has failed.
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She walked off the plane and saw her driver waiting for her. She followed him into the car. She sat in the back.
----------
She got out of the car. She was 'home'. She walked into her parents' house. They were sitting and enjoying tea. They looked almost startled as she bowed and sat down in front of them.
"What do you think you're doing back?" asked her mother maliciously. She did not want to respond because she knew what they were going to do if she said the wrong words.
"Answer your mother!" scolded her father.
She stared at her feet a moment before answering, "I was not told why I came back."
"No! That is not the truth," reprimanded her mother. "You know the reason why you are back here, without him." She didn't dare look up or talk back. "Your job was simple, to watch over him and help. You couldn't do that. Useless." She held back tears. "Go to your room. I don't want to even look at you."
She got up slowly and walked to her room. She opened the door to see it exactly as she left it. She laid on her bed with tears streaming down her face. She was use to the abuse but she still couldn't block out the tears. She lay there, crying and thinking. Why did she agree to come back, when she knew that this is how they would react?
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She got up and looked over at her alarm clock, "5:30" It was time for her to start practice. This time she would practice by herself. She has never practiced by herself. She had always had him by her side. But now she was alone.
She got up and got dressed. She opened her bedroom door to find emptiness. No one was awake yet. She went outside and into the garden. It was as beautiful as the day she left. Everything was in bloom and everything was so beautiful. She watched the flower petals opened. She watched as the baby birds called out for their mothers. She watched the sun rise, filling the sky with its warmth. As she awaited her instructor.
It was not her instructor, "Hello, Meilin. I am your new instructor."
"Hello." she said looking down.
"Shall we get started?" he asked as she got into her pose. She waited for him to give instructions but he did not. Instead he studied her stance. "Do some simple moves." She did as she was told and just did simple kick and punching moves. "Blocking." She jumped and blocked and flipped all over the place. "Very nice. I've been told you've practiced all your life. It shows. This is all for now," he said as he walked away.
She was confused. She usually practiced for hours. This took not even thirty minutes. Besides she did not want to return home. She walked around the garden with the sun to her back. She knew that she didn't need to study until noon. She wondered if she still had he same instructor as before since her martial arts instructor changed.
She just wondered the estate, searching for something. She couldn't find anything so she decided to walk to her house and get ready for the rest of the day.
She walked inside and felt relieved that her parents were not home, perhaps they went to eat breakfast at the main estate. She went into her room and changed into her Chinese clothes. Put her hair into buns and left the house.
She went towards the main house, nervously. She did not want to see her parents. And she didn't. She went into the room she normally use to go into for study. She waited for her instructor to come in. She looked at her watch, it was already five past 12. Surely he'd be here. It was the same instructor she had before she had left to Japan.
"Meilin. How much have you learned since you left?" he asked her.
She thought for a bit before answering, "Not much, only a little more arithmetic. But I did learn a lot of Japanese."
"Okay. We'll start off where you left off before you left for Japan," the instructor said. She sat there trying to learn.
It felt like she'd been there for a million years before she was allowed to go. She walked to her house but this time her parents were home.
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She didn't say anything to them she just walked straight into her room. Closed the door and lie on her bed. Thinking.
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Her life continued with practice, studying, and her parents ignoring her. She didn't mind, after a while. She's seen how other children lived and she did have it better than most of them.
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It was just like any ordinary morning when she got up. She got dressed and ready for practice like she always did. She went to practice like every other day and then came back home and then went to study like she always did. But this time when she walked inside her house her aunt walked out.
"Sit down!" command her mother as she walked inside. She did as she was told and sat down before them.
"Your aunt said that XiaoLang does not want to wed you any longer," she continued to look down and nod her head. "Instead he wants to marry that card mistress. Do you know what this means?" she did not answer but continued to look down. "Your one chance to make yourself valuable and you couldn't even do it. First you are a girl, then you have no magic and now you have no XiaoLang. Worthless. I don't know what we're going to do with you. Go to your room."
She slowly got up as she always did after her mother criticized her. She learned to block out everything. She didn't cry but just stared at the window. She stopped crying a long time ago. Crying didn't solve anything.
[Okay this is the end of CH 1. Whatcha think? I'm not going to put up the next chapter if no one reviews.]