Collections
Eight-year old Natalie Kabra frowned under the heat of the sun. It was another one of those stupid Cahill Reunions where she was forced to mingle with peasants.
Most people would be surprised to see a little girl thinking these things. Of course they didn't have the influence of Isabel Vesper-Hollingsworth Kabra now, did they?
Natalie scowled as the heat of the sun intensified with the coming afternoon. She looked to the manor and contemplated going there just to escape from the heat. However the number of people there stopped her. Nothing was worse than sweaty peasants.
The little girl ran to the Cahill garden. The old lady, Gretel or Gale or something had hosted the event at her estate. It was vast but not that much compared to the Kabra estate.
The gardens were beautiful and exquisite. Flowers were seen all around and the trees were rich with green leaves.
Natalie looked for any benches under the shade. She was not sitting on dirt.
The eight-year old finally found one and sat down, gratefully escaping the sun. She opened the shoulder bag she carried and pulled out a small black notebook. Natalie took out a pencil and flipped through the pages. She found a blank page and started drawing. It was a dress she had thought of earlier.
"What's that?"
The little girl turned around to see a boy behind the bench looking at her notebook curiously. He was around her age with green eyes and dirty blonde hair. Natalie wrinkled her nose at his clothes.
"It's none of your business, peasant" She said coldly.
The little boy looked confused at being called a peasant. He didn't know what it meant but it didn't sound very nice.
"I am not a pay-sant!"
"Its peasant, not pay-sant" Natalie corrected him getting annoyed "Go away"
The boy stood his ground.
"Fine, but I am not a peasant!"
"Yes you are; go away"
"No! I am not! I'm not going until you take it back!"
"I'm not going to take it back because it's true!"
"Who are you?"
Natalie was surprised. There was hardly anyone who didn't know her. Sure she wasn't an actress or one of those people on TV but she was the daughter of the Lucian branch leader. She was important. Her mother told her that every day; she was not just another ordinary person. No, she was Natalie Kabra and she was significant.
"You don't know me?"
"No, who are you?"
"I'm Natalie Kabra and I'm the Lucian branch leader's daughter. Soon I'll be the Lucian branch leader"
"I'm Dan. Dan Cahill"
Natalie had heard of this boy before. He was Daniel Cahill, grandson of the old lady hosting the Cahill Reunion.
"Whatever, go away Daniel"
"It's Dan! And what's that?" Daniel asked pointing to the notebook.
Natalie sighed irritably and replied,
"It's a notebook for my fashion collection"
"Collection?"
"Yes collection, collection of dresses and wonderful clothes that I drew myself"
"Are collections good?"
The little girl glared at him before answering,
"Of course. Why else would I have one?"
"For fun?"
"It's fun yes, but I do this because I'm quite good at it, and I know soon I'll be a fashion designer and they need collections"
"Do only fashion designers need collections?"
"No, anyone can but not everyone can be good at collecting. They have to know what they're collecting and father said they have to be unique. I do this because my collection is unique and it's wonderful"
Dan thought about this and decided to ask one more question from the dark-haired girl.
"Those people, the ones good at collecting, are they peasants?"
The little girl was horrified. Was this boy implying that she was a peasant?
"No! Peasants are stupid and terribly unfashionable. They are not good at collecting or being collectors at all"
Just then there was a sound of bells ringing and someone announcing lunch time.
The two children perked up and they ran to the manor.
As he was running Dan thought about what Natalie said. He was not a peasant and even if he was (for he wasn't really sure what the word meant exactly), he was going to prove Natalie wrong. He was going to be a collector, he decided, and he was going to be good at it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the 39 Clues…in this world..