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"No, leave me alone; get away from me, STOP!" Nana screeched.
"Shut up and be a good girl, just sit there, be quiet, and let me do all the work." The stranger yelled as he pushed her to the ground. She was helpless, and terrified.
"Please, stop!" She screamed as he held her to the floor.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do that, if I let you go you will run and tell the police about what happened." He said as he ran his hand under her shirt. She was struggling and thrashing her body about. She finally managed to push him off of her and run away. She finally made it out and saw light. People filled the streets and cars beeped.
"Wow, what a weird dream, I hope this one doesn't come true like the others." Nana nonchalantly whispered to herself as she sat up in bed. Her expression was blank; like she didn't even care that she just had a dream that told her she might attacked, this is how Nana always was when she woke up, always too tired to care.
She got a strange feeling in her stomach, she ignored it, lifted herself off her bed and marched to the bathroom across the huge hall, she looked at the painting next to the bathroom door, and it was her favorite painting out of the thousands that covered the walls of the huge mansion. It was a lovely seen of a young girl in a white laced dress holding a medium sized red ball in a garden. The small girl's hair was a caramel brown; a few strands from each side were tied back and curled with a white bow.
"I miss those days," Nana whispered under her breath. With a pained smile she walked into the bathroom and started to take a shower. She looked at the large scar along her leg. "I almost forgot about you," she whispered to herself again, this time with a disgusted tone and face.
Nana walked to her bedroom rapped in a warm towel and laid on her bed. She wasn't ready to wake up this morning, she wanted to go back to sleep. Only thing is, it was Monday, and almost time to go to school. Nana lifted herself off her beautiful fluffy pink covered bed, laced with white frills, and headed to her closet to get the, required, school uniform. Nana wasn't so much a fan of her uniform; it was huge and light yellow with a white caller, tied together with a mauve ribbon.
"I guess if I have to," she sighed to herself. "Maybe I can play sick, or just skip for the day?" she mulled over the thoughts of skipping school in her head. A smile crept across her face. She grabbed the monstrosity of a dress and a pair of knee length white socks and her brown dress shoes, also required accessories at her school.
Nana walked over to the bathroom across the hall for the second time, she brushed her teeth, her hair, and pulled the monster of a dress over her head. Finally it was time to start her hair, now brushed; she pulled a few of the strands from the front to the back and tied it back with a small hair tie.
"Just like old times," Nana whispered with a grimace on her face. She walked out the door of her room and down the hall. She reached the grand stair case and looked at how long they were. "We need an elevator," Nana sighed and reluctantly made her way down the long stretch of stairs.
As she reached the bottom she heard footsteps, "Young mistress, would you like me to make you some breakfast before school today?" It was Nana's favorite maid, Shelly. Nana stopped.
"I won't need any breakfast today, thank you Shelly." Nana smiled and headed for the door again. Again, she was stopped, not by her favorite maid but one of the most annoying butlers she had, Charles.
"Excuse me miss, but it appears that you are running late for school, again. Should I alert the school of your tardiness?" He had a monotonous tone and raised a white eye brow.
"No, I still have time to get there, so there is no need to call." Nana said with a small smile and a devilish look in her eyes. Nana liked to make Charles angry, but today he seemed to be very calm and collected, usually he would yell at her or call the school anyway.
"So, when did my father return?" Nana knew that was the only way Charles would ever be remotely nice. Charles gulped.
"He returned last night around eleven, you were asleep, and the Master did not want to wake you for he knew that you had school in the morning." Charles looked straight and averted eye contact with Nana.
"Humph, fine, thank you for informing me of his arrival, if you could, do you think you could arrange a meeting with him for me, Charles?" Nana didn't know what she wanted to talk to him about, she knew that she hadn't seen him in over eleven months and wanted to see him, wanted to talk, wanted to remember what his face looked like, or what he sounded like even.
"Yes, of course, I will see what I can do." Charles under stud that Nana wanted to see him, and he would try his best to get Nana a few minutes of her father's time.
"Thank you," Nana had a serious look, something not to common, and walked out of the giant white doors. There was a black car waiting outside for her, that was the car that takes her and picks her up every day from the same place, at her school, Ouran Academy.