I was sitting in the garden, sipping lemon tea and eating sponge cake. The sun streamed through the trees. I was in a small clearing in the middle of the garden, where I usually drank my tea, surrounded by nature and roses. The mood was peaceful and calm. Of course, it's always like this during tea time.
Suddenly, a rustle in a nearby daisy bush. I raised one of my eyebrows, teacup to my lips. Who was there? It was probably one of the elves or dwarves, searching for food or just getting lost. It was a common occurrence, so I paid it no attention.
Suddenly, someone jumped at me from behind. I turned by head to see the figure of a man, maybe younger, jump at me and grab me, still in my chair. I stood up. "Now, who is this?" I yelled at the man, trying to shrug him off. "Get off, you damn bloody wanker!"
"Princess, calm down! It's just me!"
My eyes widened to see tousled tan hair, clear, bright blue eyes, and the signature smile. "J-JAMES?" I screamed at him, pouting. Really, the nerve of that man! He thought that he could just go and jump on me whenever he wanted! Well if he wanted it that way-
"Geez, you need to loosen up! Besides, you weren't scared, so dare failed." he frowned. I was confused for a minute. What did he mean by that? Then it hit me: "Daniela dared you, didn't she?"
A crescent-moon grin that even the Cheshire cat would have been envious of. "Yep! You should hang out with her more, she's, well, AWESOME!" James laughed. I sighed, then reached to take out a stray daisy that had stuck to his hair. "Yes, well, she is one of my best friends, you git. Now get yourself cleaner, will you?"
He nodded, then bounded to the garden path and ran down, spraying daisies all over. I sighed again. Really.
I guess I should introduce myself. Hello, my name is Emily Kirkland. I'm 14 years old and a 2nd year in high school. I'm British, which will explain the teatime, to those "Americans". I really don't know what to make of this. Then again, it was a daily thing.
Suddenly, a small, green bunny flew over to me. My eyes widened. "Minty!" I cried, snuggling the bunny. "Hey Emily! Miss me?" it asked, cuddling up to me. "Yes, quite much, what makes you come here?" "Well, your father says that some of your "cousins" are coming over, so you have to pick them up at Heathrow Airport at around 8 am." My eyebrows furrowed together. "I see. Very well then. Please tell my father that I approve, and I will pick them up."
Minty nodded and few away. As I watched him fly, I wondered who these people were. If my father was asking me to pick them up, he either wanted them to meet me or was too busy to meet them himself. I usually liked to be promptly reminded a good five days later, but no matter. I shook my head and gathered everything up on a tray and went my way down the garden path, picking up daisies along the way.
