"Marlena!" Groan. "Marlena!" Groan. "Marlena! Get up right now!" A panting redhead rose up from her slumber. " Marlena, I've been calling you for over twenty minutes. Your not a child anymore. You have an interview today!" SLAM. Marlie sighed, pulling the covers off her sweaty body, and pulled her messy hair out of it's 'sleeping-bun'. The redhead was never any good at waking up, and today was not an exception.

" Mom, does it look alright?" I asked my mother, practically shoving the jelly bagel down my throat.

" I'm still not speaking with you. You failed your interview. You're a Sutcliff, behave like one!" My mother shouted. I deadpanned. "Mom, your forgetting I'm only HALF Sutcliff from your side of the family. If you have forgotten, my last name is Conner, not Sutcliff." I said argued back. Even if I was a Sutcliff, It didn't matter anyway. My mother sighed.

"I know. It's just, I promised you that if you didn't get this job, you could go and tutor Molly in England. I didn't think you'd actually fail. I just don't want you to go." Tears leaked from my mother's dramatic green eyes. I rolled mine. She had looked just like our sacred ancestor, Grell. Why did my hair have to be orange, instead of red? I've always been quite envious, having my hair is a dull orange.

" Molly needs my tutoring. She hasn't been in school since the accident. I can't just abandon my friend." I reasoned.

" Well, fine. Pack your bags, Marlena. I'll have Molly's chauffeur come pick you up as originally planned. Go say goodbye to your father, at least." My mother ordered.

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The loud honking of the car horn startled me, and I jumped a few feet out of my slumber. Three A.M in the morning? What the hell? I looked out my window, and saw the Volkswagen Jetta* planted in my driveway. This early?

I rubbed my eyes, and pulled my luggage down the steps, and out of the house. My mother stood, proud, staring at the small Volkswagen. A man stepped out from the car, in a hunched over position. It looked as if his back had molded to the style of the seats, as if he had been driving for many hours, without getting any stretching time. The man's face looked towards me, and I could of recognized him from a mile away.

"Teddie!" I shouted, a huge grin on my face. My mother frowned, pointing towards the neighbor houses, as lights flickered on. It was her sign to quiet down. Theodore (Teddie) gave a grin, and patted my back.

" The young mistress has sent me to gather you. Are you ready, Marlena?" The old man asked, his wrinkles and dimples simply blending together in his experienced face. I nodded.

"Of course, Teddie! How is Moll's doing?" I asked, as I got in the car. I waved to my mother as we began to drive away.

"The young mistress has definitely put on a hard face because of the accident. She's a strong girl, Marlena. I believe she got a new servant, but they have not arrived at the house yet." Teddie replied, staring at the road. I frowned.

" Isn't having you enough? I mean- Your awesome! Who would want better?" I wondered aloud.

" The young mistress needed somebody to help her. You and I will not be enough. After the loss of Raymond and Darla, the young mistress hadn't taken it very well. But when she arrived after a long business trip, she seemed better. Almost as if something had lightened her soul of the burden." Teddie explained what had been going on for the next twenty minutes, and after he finished, I decided I would take a nice long nap until we arrived at the airport.