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Far Far Away

Chapter one

Oh dear god.

I looked up at the mansion growing from the ground and gulped. To say that it was breathtaking would have been the understatement of the century; my new home was painted a rich blue and its borders decorated white that, coupled with it's rising turrets it looked like something out of a fairytale. My mother had told me that my new stepfather and her new husband was doing well for himself, I hadn't expected him to be doing this well. I looked around the area of the house and sighed, this is a long, long way away from our modest house back in Carmel I thought, as I stared at

the houses on our street almost identical to ours with neat, pristine front gardens. I studied the surrounding mountains and my gaze caught the castle in the distance that the royal family resided in peacefully, or so I heard. I hadn't been standing for two minutes when I heard someone calling.

"Susie" my mother said, coming up behind me "doesn't it just look beautiful" I forced a smile and replied with "That it does, mother" My mother had recently remarried to Andrew Ackerman, Hathmathia's most famous chef. When they had wed, I and my mother relocated to Hathmathia since, it made more sense for us, my mother only having the one child and Andrew having three sons.

Yes, that's right I now have three new step-brothers. Sleepy, dopey and doc or Jacob, Bradley and David as they are known to everyone else. Things were different here then they were in Carmel, I hadn't been here ten minutes and I knew that much whether it was for the worse or the better, I didn't know but I had a feeling I would be finding out soon.

"BRADLEY" My stepfather had roared "get down here and help Suze and Helen with their bags"

I guess I should take this time to introduce myself, My name is Susannah Simon, I am sixteen years and I am currently being shot smug looks as my brain dead step-brother is deciding to show off his telepathic skills by attempting to carry my bags up to my room using his mind. I watched wanting to see how he would do, I would of course have to file away this information to see if I was more powerful than he was. Things may be different here, but one thing will be same wherever you go. If you don't have power, you don't have rights.

Harsh, I know but unfortunately that's just the way things are. Dopey tried really hard even screwing up his face until he resembled a pig not a hard feat for him but the case only rise a few inches above the ground and fell back. I smiled, and sweetly asked "Mind if I try?" He glowered and replied with "You may" I raised my arm and the case flew up easily and went up the stairs with me following and my Step-father leading the way trying to hide his shocked face. I laughed at Dopey's disgruntled expression and walked into my room. I gasped, I couldn't help it, it was just so... so...Beautiful. Defiantly not what I was used to with its four-poster bed and cream walls with matching furniture all lined with gold threading.

I voiced my opinions to my beaming mother and she said "There's more" she opened the closet and I was greeted by tons of exquisite materials. From day dresses to ball gowns and shoes to match every occasion. I am by no means, a material girl but I am a girl and I couldn't help but let out a little squeal over the dresses. My mother droned a little more after we finished viewing my new clothes about how much I was going to love it here in Hathmathia and how I would make friends in no time. I listened like the dutiful daughter and declined her offer to help me unpack.

When left on my own, I wandered to window and saw Sleepy talking to someone in our garden over the fence. I couldn't make out the face so I let my eyes wander taking in all the luscious greenery and the beautifully carved stone fountain, I sighed. Despite what my mother said I had a hard time believing I was going to fit in here easily, if how life was in Carmel was anything to go by. Granted, I had not been rich in Carmel but I doubt the money will affect me in any way, we hadn't been hurting for it in Carmel and I was indifferent to it now.

When I had finished unpacking and had one of my Step-fathers gourmet meals I washed, combed my chestnut curls and climbed in between my crisp, white sheets. I curled up and thought about home, I was not what would you call popular amongst my peers most feared me because I was more powerful than normal for a female I wondered how I would be received here, I found that I didn't care. As I was pondering on my current situation I saw a faint glow in the corner. I turned around and whispered "what are you doing here, Dad?"

Allow me to explain I am a mediator a liaison between the living and the dead. I don't know what made the lucky winner of this "gift" ,all I know is that I have to help lost souls move on to heaven, hell or whatever comes after life. My father looked up at me with hurt in his eyes and I immediately felt myself soften. "Susie" he said, he didn't have to worry about whispering of course because no one could hear him. "Can't I come and check on my daughter?" He replied

I looked up at him towering over me in my bed, "Dad, you should be moving on not checking on me I am fine"

"I just wanted to see if you are happy"

I couldn't help but smile he looked so adorable, not changing a day since he was trampled to death by that horse. His thick brown hair so much like mine rested on his head. He wore the same clothes he had the day he died, loose black trousers with a white shirt and riding boots.

"I'm fine" was my original response "I'm a little tired Dad so if you wouldn't mind I would like to get some sleep"

All he did was look at me for a long moment, and then abruptly dematerialise. I shook my head and thought, typical father behaviour turn unannounced and disappear without a word. I settled back down on the sheets. I need to build up my energy, Who knows what tomorrow entails.