~Betrayed~
Disclaimer: I own Lucia, and Calerisa. The idea of things blowing up when young witches are angry belongs entirely to J.K Rowling. Pleze don't sue. @;P
Chapter 1: Home life
"Lucia," someone wispered. "Lucia please wake up. Lucia! Come on! I can't deal with this today!" The girl in question, Lucia, still did not stir. The woman who had been yelling walked over to the closet, pulled out a pillow, and walked back over to the bed. "Lucia," she said. Still she didn't wake. "Ay, esta filha es horrivel. Lucia!" Still no motion. "Fine, you asked for it." The lady took the pillow, smothered Lucia with it, and stood back up.
Lucia lifted and eyelid and said, " Fine, I'm up. All you had to do was say please, mae."
"Finally," Lucia's mother said. Lucia, now up, was walking over to her closet. "Now, when you are done getting dressed, go down stairs because I'm making breakfast ok? Good. And hurry up. We're going to buy your school supplies today." Then she turned and walked down stairs.
Lucia groned, she hated her school. Everyone there hated and teased her, but she really didn't mind, she hated them right back. One thing she almost hated more then the students there, were the uniforms. She went to Fatima Catholic School for Girls, and had the whole Catholic schoolgirl uniform. The skirt, shirt, and yes, those horrifying stockings. Everyday of her life she wished she would never have to go back there, and today was no different.
When she finished getting dressed and brushing her hair, she looked in the mirror to survey the results. "Arg." she said. "Still the same Lucia Silva of Terceira." Never does change, she thought. Lucia has always hated the way she looked. Ever since she can remember anyway. She has always thought of herself as rather plain. She had long, brown, curly/wavy hair that was always in tangles. She also had freckles, witch contrasted rather oddly with her almost pale skin. "And what do ya know, I'm still Stick. Great," she said in a voice filled with sarcasm. It was true, she didn't have a very womanly figure, she was 11 who could blame her? But she still wished she did. It seemed that almost every other girl at her school did, even though most if it was due to plenty of tissue. The only thing that she actually did like about herself was her eyes. They where a beautiful hazel, witch was not that common is Portugal, but even more on the island she lived on. "To bad it's the only thing about me that is even the least bit different and not plain," she said grimly.
As she sat down at the table, he mother came by and shoved breakfast on the plate. "Now," she said. " Best hurry up so we can get going." Then she gave Lucia a smile. Calerisa, Lucia's mother, was very pretty, and looked absolutely nothing like her daughter. She had long, beautiful blonde hair. She had a gorgeous face witch held stunning big blue eyes. There was no doubt that she was an attractive lady. In fact, the town gossip could find absolutely no reason why she was not yet married. The reason they looked so different was because of the fact that Lucia was adopted. She never knew her parents. Calerisa had told her that her father committed suicide when he had learned that her mother died at child birth. Lucia could tell that this was bull. For one thing, her mother had left a will, now why would she do that at the age of 21 unless she knew she was going to die? Another reason was that every time that Lucia mentioned her parents to Calerisa, her face turned white. Calerisa didn't know her parents that well so it wouldn't hurt her to talk about them, the only reason that Lucia could come up with for this happening was that her parents where murdered. They where murdered and that's why Calerisa was scared to talk about them.
"Mae," Lucia said hopefully. "I was wondering if it would be ok if I went to a different school this year."
"A different school?" Calerisa laughed. " Ay filha, this is the best school on the whole island. Why on Earth would you want to go to a different one?"
Because the teachers don't know shit about what they are teaching and the student there are a bunch of spoiled brats, she thought. "Well, I'm not really comfortable there and I don't have that many friends."
"Is that it?" Calerisa said smiling. "Well I can fix that you know. You never let me fix your hair. How about I teach you a few tricks so you can impress your friends huh?"
"What? No!" Lucia yelled as she pulled Calerisa's hands away from her now horribly tangled hair. ARG.. she thought.
"Why not?" Calerisa said, now getting a bit angry.
"Because," Lucia said. "Because.ummmmm.." Shit, she thought. Come on, come up with something..
"Well?" Calerisa said. " Come on Lucia. Your hair is a mess," she said running her hands over Lucia's hair. "God, did you even comb it this morning?"
"Yes," Lucia said angrily, pulling her hair away from Calerisa's hands for a second time. "I prefer my hair they way it is." This wasn't entirely true but she would rather have it like it was then with pounds of mousse and conditioner in it.
"Liar," Calerisa said. " Now quit fussing and eat. You are going to that school. I did, and now you are. It is becoming a family tradition see? Like mother like daughter."
"Your not my mother," Lucia murmured.
"What did you say?" Calerisa said.
"I said you are not my mother so quit acting like it. And I am not going back to that school for bitchy rich brats who think that being a whore is wonderful! And I am not changing the way I look just because it embarrasses you to have an ugly kid around ok?! Ya I heard what you said about that!" Lucia was now standing and trembling with rage.
"Don't you ever, EVER say that again," Calerisa said, almost in a whisper. "Did you hear me child? Ever. Your parents are dead! Dead, you hear me! They died and I took you in. I and the only family you have. Understood!"
Lucia just turned and stomped back up the stairs, to angry about what Calerisa said about her parents so do anything else. As she slammed the door to her room, all the bowls, plates, and cups that where on the table exploded. Calerisa, noticing this (and knowing what it meant) sat and wept.
Author note: This is just the first chapter in this story. I am planing to write more (duh). But for the moment I would be really, really happy if you would review this one. This is my first time writing (YAY!) and I would like to know what you think. K? THANKS! ::blows kisses, people look grossed out:: sorry. ^_^
Disclaimer: I own Lucia, and Calerisa. The idea of things blowing up when young witches are angry belongs entirely to J.K Rowling. Pleze don't sue. @;P
Chapter 1: Home life
"Lucia," someone wispered. "Lucia please wake up. Lucia! Come on! I can't deal with this today!" The girl in question, Lucia, still did not stir. The woman who had been yelling walked over to the closet, pulled out a pillow, and walked back over to the bed. "Lucia," she said. Still she didn't wake. "Ay, esta filha es horrivel. Lucia!" Still no motion. "Fine, you asked for it." The lady took the pillow, smothered Lucia with it, and stood back up.
Lucia lifted and eyelid and said, " Fine, I'm up. All you had to do was say please, mae."
"Finally," Lucia's mother said. Lucia, now up, was walking over to her closet. "Now, when you are done getting dressed, go down stairs because I'm making breakfast ok? Good. And hurry up. We're going to buy your school supplies today." Then she turned and walked down stairs.
Lucia groned, she hated her school. Everyone there hated and teased her, but she really didn't mind, she hated them right back. One thing she almost hated more then the students there, were the uniforms. She went to Fatima Catholic School for Girls, and had the whole Catholic schoolgirl uniform. The skirt, shirt, and yes, those horrifying stockings. Everyday of her life she wished she would never have to go back there, and today was no different.
When she finished getting dressed and brushing her hair, she looked in the mirror to survey the results. "Arg." she said. "Still the same Lucia Silva of Terceira." Never does change, she thought. Lucia has always hated the way she looked. Ever since she can remember anyway. She has always thought of herself as rather plain. She had long, brown, curly/wavy hair that was always in tangles. She also had freckles, witch contrasted rather oddly with her almost pale skin. "And what do ya know, I'm still Stick. Great," she said in a voice filled with sarcasm. It was true, she didn't have a very womanly figure, she was 11 who could blame her? But she still wished she did. It seemed that almost every other girl at her school did, even though most if it was due to plenty of tissue. The only thing that she actually did like about herself was her eyes. They where a beautiful hazel, witch was not that common is Portugal, but even more on the island she lived on. "To bad it's the only thing about me that is even the least bit different and not plain," she said grimly.
As she sat down at the table, he mother came by and shoved breakfast on the plate. "Now," she said. " Best hurry up so we can get going." Then she gave Lucia a smile. Calerisa, Lucia's mother, was very pretty, and looked absolutely nothing like her daughter. She had long, beautiful blonde hair. She had a gorgeous face witch held stunning big blue eyes. There was no doubt that she was an attractive lady. In fact, the town gossip could find absolutely no reason why she was not yet married. The reason they looked so different was because of the fact that Lucia was adopted. She never knew her parents. Calerisa had told her that her father committed suicide when he had learned that her mother died at child birth. Lucia could tell that this was bull. For one thing, her mother had left a will, now why would she do that at the age of 21 unless she knew she was going to die? Another reason was that every time that Lucia mentioned her parents to Calerisa, her face turned white. Calerisa didn't know her parents that well so it wouldn't hurt her to talk about them, the only reason that Lucia could come up with for this happening was that her parents where murdered. They where murdered and that's why Calerisa was scared to talk about them.
"Mae," Lucia said hopefully. "I was wondering if it would be ok if I went to a different school this year."
"A different school?" Calerisa laughed. " Ay filha, this is the best school on the whole island. Why on Earth would you want to go to a different one?"
Because the teachers don't know shit about what they are teaching and the student there are a bunch of spoiled brats, she thought. "Well, I'm not really comfortable there and I don't have that many friends."
"Is that it?" Calerisa said smiling. "Well I can fix that you know. You never let me fix your hair. How about I teach you a few tricks so you can impress your friends huh?"
"What? No!" Lucia yelled as she pulled Calerisa's hands away from her now horribly tangled hair. ARG.. she thought.
"Why not?" Calerisa said, now getting a bit angry.
"Because," Lucia said. "Because.ummmmm.." Shit, she thought. Come on, come up with something..
"Well?" Calerisa said. " Come on Lucia. Your hair is a mess," she said running her hands over Lucia's hair. "God, did you even comb it this morning?"
"Yes," Lucia said angrily, pulling her hair away from Calerisa's hands for a second time. "I prefer my hair they way it is." This wasn't entirely true but she would rather have it like it was then with pounds of mousse and conditioner in it.
"Liar," Calerisa said. " Now quit fussing and eat. You are going to that school. I did, and now you are. It is becoming a family tradition see? Like mother like daughter."
"Your not my mother," Lucia murmured.
"What did you say?" Calerisa said.
"I said you are not my mother so quit acting like it. And I am not going back to that school for bitchy rich brats who think that being a whore is wonderful! And I am not changing the way I look just because it embarrasses you to have an ugly kid around ok?! Ya I heard what you said about that!" Lucia was now standing and trembling with rage.
"Don't you ever, EVER say that again," Calerisa said, almost in a whisper. "Did you hear me child? Ever. Your parents are dead! Dead, you hear me! They died and I took you in. I and the only family you have. Understood!"
Lucia just turned and stomped back up the stairs, to angry about what Calerisa said about her parents so do anything else. As she slammed the door to her room, all the bowls, plates, and cups that where on the table exploded. Calerisa, noticing this (and knowing what it meant) sat and wept.
Author note: This is just the first chapter in this story. I am planing to write more (duh). But for the moment I would be really, really happy if you would review this one. This is my first time writing (YAY!) and I would like to know what you think. K? THANKS! ::blows kisses, people look grossed out:: sorry. ^_^