Some times when I have a moment to myself, which I rarely do, I like to think about my life before…before whatever you want to call my current predicament, I don't think about the amazing things, the special moments, nope I think about the mundane things like going to school or going shopping with my friends, the things I did a thousand times and never took a moment to appreciate. It's odd really that you truly don't appreciate something until its gone or in my case snatched from you.
He is currently on the phone a few feet away talking in some foreign language I don't understand and honestly I don't want to know. So I'm sitting here patiently waiting for him to finish and I realised I have a moment to myself…even if I'm not truly alone but let's not get technical shall we? Anyways I was contemplating the gloriously mundane days that seem so far gone because now I'm like a thirsty man in a desert and a mundane life is my water….Oh God did I really just think that?! Maybe I am going crazy? I'm not a man nor am I in a desert and if I ever went thirsty, which would never be allowed to happen, but if I ever did about ten members of staff would get the chop for neglecting me…and I don't mean fired. Oh He's finished his phone call and practically slams the phone down, I sit quietly as he takes a deep breath, and I suddenly feel very sorry for some poor soul who probably won't see another birthday. He looks at me and lifts a hand beckoning me forth, without hesitation I rise and make my way to him.
"Let's go to the music room Christine" He says as he rises, holding my hand for dear life, as we walk I can't help but think of the days leading up to when I first met him, the days when I was blissfully unaware of just what was around the corner…
Friday 4th July
I will freely admit that I am in no way a morning person, if you wake me up and then just expect me to get up and out of bed suddenly I will kill you! I need a good few minutes to come round and even then I'm temperamental, so on this sunny Friday morning it was absolutely no different, the blasted alarm awoke me from my peaceful slumber so I carefully turned it off…by hitting it three times with a closed fist…poor thing was just doing its job.
So a short while later I stumble out of my lovely warm comfy bed and make my way to the shower but not before hitting my shin on my bedside table and let loose a choice of words that would make a sailor blush. I took off my tank top and shorts and stepped into the warm water hoping to wash the rest of the sleep away, I honestly can't tell you how many times I've been that tired I didn't even realise I still had my clothes on in the shower! After a few moments standing under the water I grabbed my favourite shampoo and started to wash my at times like this annoyingly long hair.
After I was done with my shower I got out and wrapped a towel around myself. I got my favourite body butter and put it on, followed by some body spray, not too much though! One time I made that mistake and spent the rest of the day smelling like a whore's handbag!
I walked to my wardrobe to get an outfit for school, as I have previously stated I am utterly useless in the morning so I pick-out and neatly prepare my outfit the night before because I simply haven't got the sense in the morning. So I quickly put on my pre planned outfit which consisted of white skinny jeans with a baby blue button down granddad shirt with flat pumps. I know loads of girls loved the fact that you were allowed to wear whatever you want but I personally am not that fond of it, I mean it meant I had to constantly pick a different outfit because God Forbid you wear the same outfit two days in a row! But if there was a simple school uniform there wouldn't be so much fuss and botheration, do you know what I mean?
I looked over my outfit one more time and decided that I wouldn't be a disgrace to society so I quickly grabbed the hairbrush and brushed my long blonde hair. I am not vein but I must admit I have really nice hair… seriously if you saw it you would be like 'you have nice hair' and I would be like 'thank you I know' and then there would be this mutual appreciation for my hair. I decided after much deliberation that I would wear my hair up today but the hair tie snapped, I really hate when it does that! So after I found another one I put it up before moving on with my life. I grabbed my bag and looked around to make sure I didn't forget anything.
I have lived my uncle Alexei and his wife Margot for three years. Before that I lived with my nana and papy but they both passed away and I had nowhere else to go so I went to live with my uncle and his wife. My parents died when I was four in a car accident that I was also a victim in. Nobody was drunk or driving recklessly, it was simply an awful accident that took my parents from me, I was injured in the accident and needed a lot of blood but I somehow survived. After the accident I moved from Sweden to live with my father's parents in Paris who were the only grandparents I had, my mother's died when she was young too. I loved my nana and papy, they taught me about literature, how to play chess like a pro and most importantly they instilled in me a love of music but they were taken from me too. My papy had a heart condition and he died when I was thirteen, nana and I were heartbroken and then six months later my nana died in her sleep. The doctors said she had a massive heart attack that killed her instantly but I know she died of a broken heart from the loss of her son and daughter in law and then the love of her life. So that's my life really; losing everyone I love.
As I was saying before that tragic turn I live with my Uncle and Aunt. Alexei; my mother's brother is a nice man… a little up himself but a nice man. He married Margot eight years ago. Margot is a 'fashionista'….whatever that meant. She only wore white and black at the moment. She usually sauntered around in ridiculously high heels which were of course either black or white. She's the kind of woman who nobody really likes but pretends to anyway because of who she is. Margot is the 'Chief Editor' of some fashion magazine in Paris and apparently hugely influence in the fashion world.
I never really liked their house, it's the kind of house that you see in those life and home magazines, it's what would be described as 'minimalist' with meant basically bare. The stairs were made of glass which apparently cost a fortune as Margot loved to tell people. The whole house like Margot's wardrobe was white and black plus glass…a lot of glass. We live in one of the Paris' most expensive and exclusive neighbourhood's Neuilly-Sur-Seine which Margot also loves to rub in people's faces.
I did my usual routine of going to the kitchen for breakfast, greeting my aunt and uncle. Sitting at the glass table and had my breakfast given to me by the maid Paulina. I quietly started eating my breakfast from the white and black plate whilst trying to ignore the deafening silence that surrounded me.
"Christine dear I was speaking with Miss Marcel and she told me that there will be some kind of change to your singing lessons" Uncle Alexei informed me after a few minutes of painful silence.
"Really? Did she say what?" I asked eager for conversation, I had been going to Miss Marcel for three years and had never missed a lesson no matter what, it almost seemed as the poor woman had no life.
"I know I was confused too, I telephoned yesterday to see if everything was going okay with your lessons and she just stated that something had come up and that she needed to speak with you as soon as possible" Alexei's brow furrowed when he thought of how strange the singing instructor had acted when he contacted her, she almost seemed frightened.
"Oh well that's okay" Christine said smiling, thinking nothing more of it.
"When I was picking you up from ballet yesterday I saw this car, it was a black phantom. Like one of those you see in films. I practically drooled" Alexei chuckled as he informed them of his reaction to the beautiful car.
"A black Phantom? Is that your favourite car?" I enquired trying to make conversation, did I ever mention that I wasn't a fan of deafening silence?
"Actually in a midnight blue" Alexei said with a dreamy expression.
"Keep dreaming" I teased, flashing a smile.
"Well we should get going" Margot said standing up. She then applied her signature red lips which apart from white and black was the only colour she wore. Margot then put on her black and white fur coat despite the beautiful sunny day, 'Poor animal' was all I thought because of course it was real fur.
Myself and Alexei then got into his Mercedes Biturbo v8 and went on our way to my school. Uncle Alexei dropped me off at the gates of my school: St Madeleine's School for girls before driving off.
"CHRISTINE!" I heard someone scream my name and quickly looked around. In the distance I saw my best friend Renée running towards me.
Renée Bernard was a small girl of only 5'2. She was a little overweight but she didn't seem to mind. She had mousy brown hair which she always kept in a braid, her eyes were neither brown nor green and she had the typical teenage acne. She had been my friend since out first day at St Madeleine's.
"Hey Renée" I chirped happily with a huge smile on my face before hugging her.
"God girl stop smiling, your making me looking even less attractive!" Renée teased me, something she absolutely loved to do.
"Oh Renée shut up" I told her trying to sound strict because the girl really needed more self-confidence.
"So gorgeous what are we to do today?" Renée questioned whilst linking arms with me which was kinda difficult because I'm about six inches taller than her so I had to bend down a bit.
"Stop calling me that!" I chastised blushing, there is nothing gorgeous about me …apart from my glorious hair mind you.
"It's just so weird!" Renée stated looking about.
"What is?" At this point I was utterly confused at what she meant and waited for her to clue me in.
"I always get this weird feeling when I'm with you!" Renée confessed as she continued to look around.
"What kind of weird feeling?" I quickly enquired wondering if I should be offended.
"Like we're being watched" Renée admitted whilst looking around. She saw cars coming and going dropping pupils off. Teachers arriving and pupils driving themselves.
Renée however completely missed the black Phantom that sat fifty feet away with an occupant who was watching Christine's every move.
"Good morning My Love" A deep voice said from inside.
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