The Blue Roses

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PS, i dont own Raise Your Glass, by P!nk

Chapter UNO

Marie watched herself sit in the mirror, still as a statue, while her maid combed her straight black hair. "Olivia, I want to paint now, go get the drawing room ready," she ordered when Olivia was done.

"Yes, miss," Olivia bowed and walked out.

Marie sighed and stared at herself in the mirror. There wasn't much she liked about her appearance. Her polished-looking hair framed her small face and straight nose, staying inside too much had caused her skin to look unnaturally pale, her outfit was a custom made pink skirt-sweater pair picked out by her mother, and her big brown eyes looked sad and lonely. Everyone always told her how lucky she was, her parents were the richest couple in the world. Being rich had its perks and she wasn't complaining about it, but every so often she would wish she wasn't.

Marie was never allowed a word that might be negative to her parent's company's image. Her parents had forced it into her at an early age, that even the slightest bit of complaining in public would hurt their business.

Her mother picked her outfits and her father planned her outreach trips, but they were usually so busy that Marie was forced into the same outfits for weeks on and had nowhere to go for months at a time. Her parents forbid her from leaving the house, except under explicit instruction and supervision, being scared she would wreak their image within minutes of independence.

Marie's parents spent more time working than even sleeping, much less spending time with Marie. As the most brilliant scientists of the 23rd century, she accepted that they had a responsibility to do the best they could for the rest of the world.

Their brainchild was OceanAir, a oxygen purifying system which allowed oxygen to be harvested from acres of algae farmed in the ocean. OceanAir had literally saved humanity as it teetered on the brink of suffocating from lack of oxygen in the atmosphere sixteen years ago when Mary was born. Their patent pending was the basis of their enormous wealth and allowed her parents to invest in corporations worldwide.

They cared about everyone… except her.

A shrill ring startled Marie from her reverie. She scowled and answered her phone, causing a hologram of her parent's tall, handsome financial manager, Calvin Keighton to pop up in front of her. Calvin was a business mastermind who had graduated from Brighton Collage at eighteen and had been working for her parents ever since. Although he as almost thirty and married, he was as good-looking as when he was twenty, but Marie saw him as more of an uncle.

"Hello Marie… well, there is something that I must to you and it is not going to be easy to say," Calvin took a deep breath.

"Well, say it already," Marie folded her arms across her chest, "did a stock crash? Was there a problem at one of the conferences? Say it already, what could possibly have happened to concern the great Celia and Marco Solgré?"

"They died. That is what could happen to them," he informed her emotionlessly, as if he were telling her how many bowls of cereal he had for breakfast, "I'm very sorry to inform you your parents are now dead. There was an accident at the lab and they were at the epicenter of the explosion. Although I'm sorry for your loss, it could have been anyone."

Marie was speechless. The voices in her head were anything but. Half of her mind was shouting freedom and anarchy, while the other half was panicking on what she would do without her parents.

Marie felt no longing for her parents. Their involvement in her life consisted of giving birth to her, handing her off to a nanny, and occasionally ordering her around. There wasn't much to miss about them. All Marie felt for them was a little guilt for not feeling worse.

"Unfortunately I have more bad news, but I would much rather deliver this in person. I will be at the mansion in exactly 75 minutes," Calvin ended hanging up on Marie.

Marie was still in shock when Olivia returned. "Miss Marie, the art room is finally ready, I'm sorry for the delay, you see, Sophie spilled paint on the-"

"It's all right; I no longer need that room. Now I need the sitting room prepared, is arriving in about an hour or so."

Olivia curtsied and left quickly.

Marie wandered absently into her bedroom, a magnificent span of gold and pink designer furniture and frills. Marie didn't even like the color pink, but her mother thought pink and gold looked fabulous on her, so she was forced into it day after day.

A thought occurred to her, she would never have to wear what her mother picked for her ever again! She walked into her closet and rummaged around until she found a plain blue shirt and a black and white skirt that were presents from one of her mom's associates. Her mother had graciously accepted them, but as soon as their visitor had left, she threw them at the nearest maid as if they contained cooties. Feeling rebellious and snazzy she added a pair of ripped black leggings to her ensemble.

She felt giddy with excitement. This was the first time she had honest-to-gosh EVER crossed her parents' wishes. She ran back into her room and hopped onto her larger-than-king-size bed. Feeling spontaneous she started bouncing up and down lightly. Growing bored of that, she turned it up a couple notches until she was jumping wildly all over her mattress. "Radio, turn on loud, bouncy music, I don't care what kind" she yelled the command to the audio system in her room.

"Now playing Raise Your Glass, by P!nk. Released in 2010" informed the audio controls.

That's such an old song, she thought, about to ask the audio system to change, when the song came streaming through.

Right right, turn off the lights,
We're gonna lose our minds tonight,
What's the dealio?

I love when it's all too much,
5am turn the radio up
Where's the rock and roll?

Slam slam, oh hot damn
What part of party don't you understand,
Wish you'd just freak out (freak out already)
Can't stop, coming in hot,
I should be locked up right on the spot

So raise your glass if you are wrong,
In all the right ways,
All my underdogs,
We will never be never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks
Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass,
Just come on and come on and raise your glass

It's so on right now (so fuckin on right now)

So if you're too school for cool,
And you're treated like a fool,
You can choose to let it go
We can always, we can always,
Party on our own

(oh shit my glass is empty, that sucks)

I think I might be in love with old music, Marie grinned at the lyrics. If her parents had ever heard her listening to that music, they would have blown some kind of gasket.

"Off' she called to the audio when she heard someone knocking at the door, "Come in," she announced, plopping down on the edge of the mattress.

"Miss Marie, Mr. Keighton is here to see you," Olivia informed Marie.

"Oh!" She ran to the dresser and motioned to the maid to fix her now-messy hair.

Olivia quickly ran a brush through Marie's hair and took escorted to the parlor.

SO WHATA YA THINK?

PSBTW: how can i say her eyes are big, but not make it sound too pretty?

Should I keep going? Not much info on the characters yet, but tell me what you think so far anyway (Marie's a real wild child isn't she? Jk, she's been really repressed and she thinks anything out of the normal is really wild.) How's the writing? (I'm a real amateur, be nice)Tell me what you think will happen, though you'll never know unless you review. I don't want to post another one until at least one person reviews, SO PLEASE FRICKIN REVIEW ALREADY!