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After being here a few weeks, and getting to know some of the people here, I feel as though I belong here. I've never felt like I actually belonged anywhere, but here, it feels like home.
I eventually find my way around the mansion without any assistance from any of the others. I noticed something the first week I came here, about all of the staff that I have seen so far, and with most of the people that I was introduced to. All of them have a few things in common, that I've never seen in anybody else before.
Firstly is the fact that they are all young, mostly in their late teens, some of them even look to be in their early twenties.
The second thing is, that they are all beautiful; none of them are even remotely unattractive. Most of them seem to be almost inhumanely beautiful, but I've never been one to pry into other people's business.
Then there's another thing with the "friends" of Hannah and Thierry, and that is most of them are in pairs. I understand that they've got boyfriends and girlfriends, but they seem to be more than that, but I don't know what.
My dad always said that I've got in instinct for noticing this kind of thing.
I walk down the hall, and come to the door to Thierry's office, I'm in a very bad mood today, but I have no idea why.
Thierry called to see me for some unknown reason, that's why I'm here.
I knock on the door and wait for a few seconds.
"Come in." I hear Thierry say from the other side.
I open the door and walk into his very opulent and well-furnished office. Built into one wall is a very long and narrow fish tank, with a lot of fish; there are little tiny neon fish with their iridescent colours. There are quite a few angelfish, some very huge goldfish and a very enormous dark grey fish with big bulging eyes.
The entire wall opposite is just one enormous fish tank, boy this guy really loves fish, I think to myself.
I stare at the tank that makes up that one wall, and look inside. The water appears to be dark, and the tank itself seems to be empty. But as I step closer, completely ignoring Thierry who is looking at me, something huge comes, no flies towards me, it takes a while for my brain to figure out what it is.
The thing is jet black on top, with a pure white underbelly.
"Do you like it?" Thierry comes up right behind me; I hadn't even heard him come up.
"Yeah, biggest manta ray I've ever seen." I reply awestruck, still looking at the manta ray.
"Yeah. He's the biggest manta ray known to man." He explains
"You sure do like fish." I say, gesturing to his other fish tank, then back at the ray.
No wonder I thought the thing flew towards me, those fins really look like wings.
"Really? How can you tell? Is it that obvious that I like fish?" Thierry replies jokingly.
"Hmm. I don't know." I reply playfully. "Does it have a name?" I ask nodding to the ray.
"No. What do you think I should call him?" Thierry asks.
I cock my head to the side, thinking about a name.
"How about Ray?" I reply. "Ooh, or maybe Sting." I add, being funny.
"He's a manta ray, not a sting ray." He replies impatiently.
"I was being funny Thierry. Lighten up will you?" I reply dryly.
"Yes, well. If you would learn to stop joking about, and start being serious, then maybe people will take you seriously. People can't tell if you're being serious or if you're joking." Thierry replies.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I ask, my anger coming back at full force.
"It means that you are always joking about." He says, matter-of-factly. "Besides, you can't joke your way through life." He adds.
"Yeah, well. You're always so serious all the time, that's why you don't know how to take a joke, or even crack a smile." I reply nastily.
"What the hell is wrong with you today? You have been grouchy all morning." Thierry points out.
"I'm always grouchy." I mumble to myself, but obviously Thierry over heard.
"You can't be grouchy all your life." He replies.
"At least I have a life!" I say to him, with poison in my voice.
"I have a life too." He answers.
"Really? What kind of life? One where you do a lot of paper work?" I say, pointing to his desk, which has literally mountains of paper on it. "Or running a mansion? You're a kid like me, you shouldn't be doing things like this." I add.
"I am not a kid. I am much older than I look. Believe me when I say that looks can be deceiving." Thierry replies in a deadly voice.
"Yeah? How old are you anyways? Nineteen? Twenty? I'd say twenty-one at most." I say. I realise that I am treading on thin ice here, but I don't care.
"Neither. Try along the lines of thirty-five to forty thousand years." He replies dryly.
"Yeah. Right." I say sarcastically.
"I am." Thierry argues.
"Whatever." I reply. "You know something? My life is hard. It's hard being seventeen, and a girl." I add.
"You think that's hard? Try living my life. I do mostly everything around here. I do paperwork, I have to file things in a certain order, things aren't allowed to go out of this mansion without me reading it over to make sure that everything is fine, I have to proofread everything, I have to arrange meetings, I have to pay off bills, I have to go out of the country every now and then, and most importantly I have to make sure that everything runs smoothly around here. I have very little time for myself, and I have even little time than that to spend with my wife, who just happens to be your cousin. Like I said, try living my life, than you'll see whose life is the hardest." Thierry is close to both yelling and crying. But I can't help wanting to hurt him. I've been hurt once too many times in my life, that if anybody tries to be friends with me, I automatically push them away.
"I wish to the Goddess, that you'd live my life, and I can live yours. Then we'll see whose live is the hardest." I say through clenched teeth. I'm on the verge of tears myself, but I'm still angry with him. I have no idea of the consequences of my words.
"So do I." Thierry replies.
I turn around and storm out of Thierry's office and slam the door shut behind me.
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A/N: (Thierry to Hannah) "Oh no, run for your life Hannah. Medusa is here."
(Hannah to Thierry) "Run my love, quick before she asks us to review her story."
(Thierry to Hannah) "Not just us. (Thierry to whomever reads this) Please just review her dammed story then maybe she'll shut up, and stop asking for reviews."
(Medusa to Thierry) "Hey! Watch it pal, I give you your twin sister, don't make me take her away again."
(Thierry to Medusa) "You wouldn't dare."
(Medusa to Thierry) "Watch me.
Medusa gets on her computer and is about to erase Thierry's win sister Kali, when all of a sudden…
(Thierry to Medusa) "Noooooooooooooooo!! Please. I'll do anything. Just don't erase Kali.
Thierry sniffs as tears well up in his eyes.
(Medusa to Thierry) "Anything?"
Thierry nods his head. "Anything."
(Medusa to Thierry) "Fine. Then you can tell all of the nice people who have read my story so far to review."
(Thierry) :: in a small childlike voice:: "Please all you nice people, review this story, tell Medusa how much you like/dislike it. If you don't, then she'll erase my twin. And I don't want to loose Kali again…" Thierry breaks of and cries.