CHAPTER 2
' We are gathered here today to moarn the loss of one of our beloved......' droned the priest.
My mother is now dead. My father of course came as soon as he heard, and yet he did not look like he moarned the loss. I lost my mother. My life will never be the same. My father reached over to grab my hand. His hands felt too clammy. Oh how I wish I were standing with Mary, our cook. To be anywhere but here is all I want.
I couldn't hold it any longer. All my tears sprang forth and I sobbed out of control. My father hugged me, or so it seemed. He really just wanted people to see how much he cared for me. Which of course isn't alot. I ran from his arms into the forest where I knew I wouldn't be disturbed.
After I had controlled my sobbing, I went to the lake and sat on my favorite rock. Here was where I came when I was most upset. I loved the beauty that the lake presented. Today the sun did not reflect off the lake. The flowers seemed dull in color and there was no sound from the wildlife. A perfect day for tears. That was when I realized someone one was behind me. I turned around to see a handsome boy about my age. He had almost black hair that was short and spiked. He had tan skin and was muscular, though, not to much to make him look gross. And of course he had the most dazzling smile I have ever seen.
' Hello, my name's Chad Morton. '
Oh how nice his voice sounded. But I didn't even know him so I didn't know if his voice fitted his personality.
' Hi Chad, my name is Isabelle Gard. I didn't even notice you were here. '
' I was always told that I was too quiet......I heard about your mother. I'm terribly sorry about your lose. '
I turned away quickly to hide my tears. I was not about to show my emotions to someone I have just met. I looked down at my watch. 3.00. Oh no the funeral ended a half hour ago. I hadn't even realized that I've been away for so long.
' I'm sorry, Chad but I must leave. My father will be getting very impatient if I do not return soon. '
' Would you mind if I walk you back to your carriage? '
' No not at all. '
Chad offered his arm and I took it, thankful for the support he offered. When I reached my father I saw the look upon his face. He did not care to see me walking with a boy. Oh not because of the normal fatherly affections but because he did not know how rich Chad was. My father was purely made out of money and nothing more, and for that I hated him.
' Hello father. '
' Isabelle, so you've finally decided to come back. Hurry up child and get in I have something very important to tell you. ' And with that her father entered the carriage.
Chad looked at me and asked, ' Can I see you tomorrow? '
' Yes, just meet me at the kitchen door and we will go to the managerie. '
' Goodbye, Isabelle. '
'Goodbye Chad. '
Isabelle climbed in the carriage wondering why Chad wanted to see her again and what was the important thing her father needed to tell her.
' We are gathered here today to moarn the loss of one of our beloved......' droned the priest.
My mother is now dead. My father of course came as soon as he heard, and yet he did not look like he moarned the loss. I lost my mother. My life will never be the same. My father reached over to grab my hand. His hands felt too clammy. Oh how I wish I were standing with Mary, our cook. To be anywhere but here is all I want.
I couldn't hold it any longer. All my tears sprang forth and I sobbed out of control. My father hugged me, or so it seemed. He really just wanted people to see how much he cared for me. Which of course isn't alot. I ran from his arms into the forest where I knew I wouldn't be disturbed.
After I had controlled my sobbing, I went to the lake and sat on my favorite rock. Here was where I came when I was most upset. I loved the beauty that the lake presented. Today the sun did not reflect off the lake. The flowers seemed dull in color and there was no sound from the wildlife. A perfect day for tears. That was when I realized someone one was behind me. I turned around to see a handsome boy about my age. He had almost black hair that was short and spiked. He had tan skin and was muscular, though, not to much to make him look gross. And of course he had the most dazzling smile I have ever seen.
' Hello, my name's Chad Morton. '
Oh how nice his voice sounded. But I didn't even know him so I didn't know if his voice fitted his personality.
' Hi Chad, my name is Isabelle Gard. I didn't even notice you were here. '
' I was always told that I was too quiet......I heard about your mother. I'm terribly sorry about your lose. '
I turned away quickly to hide my tears. I was not about to show my emotions to someone I have just met. I looked down at my watch. 3.00. Oh no the funeral ended a half hour ago. I hadn't even realized that I've been away for so long.
' I'm sorry, Chad but I must leave. My father will be getting very impatient if I do not return soon. '
' Would you mind if I walk you back to your carriage? '
' No not at all. '
Chad offered his arm and I took it, thankful for the support he offered. When I reached my father I saw the look upon his face. He did not care to see me walking with a boy. Oh not because of the normal fatherly affections but because he did not know how rich Chad was. My father was purely made out of money and nothing more, and for that I hated him.
' Hello father. '
' Isabelle, so you've finally decided to come back. Hurry up child and get in I have something very important to tell you. ' And with that her father entered the carriage.
Chad looked at me and asked, ' Can I see you tomorrow? '
' Yes, just meet me at the kitchen door and we will go to the managerie. '
' Goodbye, Isabelle. '
'Goodbye Chad. '
Isabelle climbed in the carriage wondering why Chad wanted to see her again and what was the important thing her father needed to tell her.