********no, i did NOT stop writing it, i just took a break. that AND the fact that our
computer crashed and when we got it fixed, the writing program i was using for this story
was completely gone. i hate the new one im using. it bugs the crap outta me. well yeah.
read.*******
The rain was really coming down as I climbed the stairs after the ball. Lightening
crashed in the distance, illuminating the horizon, and thunder followed it, rattling my
bones. I was following Queen Ella and Lady Areida up the stairs, and they were
whispering constantly, throwing puzzled glances in my direction occasionally. I was
shaking so bad that the candle I was holding was shaking.
Once we got to the top of the stairs, we went down a long hall and down another,
finally stopping at a thin white door halfway down the hall.
"This will be your room for the time being," said Ella, as Areida looked on. "I'll
leave Areida to see your birthmark and to get acquainted with you." With that last
remark, she left.
I cleared my throat. So did Areida.
"So, umm..." I said.
"Shall we go in?" asked Areida, obviously friendly.
"Of course," I said, following her. She lit a few lamps in the room, then set her
candle on the desk. I followed suite.
"Um, Areida?" I said quietly. She turned to me.
"Yes?" she said.
"I really really would rather not show my birthmark, if that's all right with you."
She smiled warmly. "All right. If it's where I think it is, I wouldn't want to
either."
"But you'll tell them, when they ask, that you saw it, right?" I asked.
Areida looked at me for a moment, then said, "Certainly."
"Thanks," I said, relieved. "Do we still have to get acquainted?"
"Only if you want to," she said. She looked like an adult, but seemed like a child
in a way, able to have fun, wanting to break rules and do something wild. She also
seemed like she could see right through me, and understand me somehow. I wanted to
get to know her, wanted to be her daughter, but I was hoping that I was not the result of a
kidnaping. The only way to know would be to get acquainted.
"I guess I want to," I said. Boy would this be uncomfortable: talking with a
woman who was supposedly my mother, a woman who I hadn't ever known, a woman
who seemed willing to help but still scared of getting hurt or something.
"So..." she said to start off, "Did you ever know your father?"
"What?" I said, confused. "But I thought that--"
"That you were kidnaped?" She laughed softly. "Oh, we have no proof of that,
so I just want to know about your family."
"Oh, well then," I said. "No, I never knew my father."
"Did he die before you were born?"
"No, my mother did. Giving birth to me. Supposedly," I added. "My father was
executed when I was little, but I don't remember it."
"Does your aunt ever talk about him?" asked Areida.
"No, she tells me not to talk about my father or my mother."
"Ah," said Areida. We sat in silence for a moment.
"So do you think I'm kidnaped?" I asked her.
"Do you want the truth?" she replied.
"Yes, please," I said.
She faltered, then said, "Yes, I think you were kidnaped. I think you are my
daughter. Well, at least I hope. I've always wanted my Clarissa back."
I stared at her.
"Do you think you were kidnaped, Zoi?" she asked.
I paused also, then "I think so. Yes, I think that I was kidnaped." I searched
my mind for any information of my family and came up with nothing. "I don't know
anything about my real family, so I guess that means you could say that I was kidnaped!"
I beamed at her. "I think that you're my mother, Areida!"
I threw my arms around her and embraced her. We both started crying. At some
point, William entered too and joined the hug. We were all crying with joy.
******************
ohhh man that was fricken cheesy. im disappointed in myself. :( besides that, it was
short! grrr bad me! bad me!!!
oh well thats the way life goes, sometimes, isnt it?
hmmm have a nice day and PLEASE REVIEW!!
computer crashed and when we got it fixed, the writing program i was using for this story
was completely gone. i hate the new one im using. it bugs the crap outta me. well yeah.
read.*******
The rain was really coming down as I climbed the stairs after the ball. Lightening
crashed in the distance, illuminating the horizon, and thunder followed it, rattling my
bones. I was following Queen Ella and Lady Areida up the stairs, and they were
whispering constantly, throwing puzzled glances in my direction occasionally. I was
shaking so bad that the candle I was holding was shaking.
Once we got to the top of the stairs, we went down a long hall and down another,
finally stopping at a thin white door halfway down the hall.
"This will be your room for the time being," said Ella, as Areida looked on. "I'll
leave Areida to see your birthmark and to get acquainted with you." With that last
remark, she left.
I cleared my throat. So did Areida.
"So, umm..." I said.
"Shall we go in?" asked Areida, obviously friendly.
"Of course," I said, following her. She lit a few lamps in the room, then set her
candle on the desk. I followed suite.
"Um, Areida?" I said quietly. She turned to me.
"Yes?" she said.
"I really really would rather not show my birthmark, if that's all right with you."
She smiled warmly. "All right. If it's where I think it is, I wouldn't want to
either."
"But you'll tell them, when they ask, that you saw it, right?" I asked.
Areida looked at me for a moment, then said, "Certainly."
"Thanks," I said, relieved. "Do we still have to get acquainted?"
"Only if you want to," she said. She looked like an adult, but seemed like a child
in a way, able to have fun, wanting to break rules and do something wild. She also
seemed like she could see right through me, and understand me somehow. I wanted to
get to know her, wanted to be her daughter, but I was hoping that I was not the result of a
kidnaping. The only way to know would be to get acquainted.
"I guess I want to," I said. Boy would this be uncomfortable: talking with a
woman who was supposedly my mother, a woman who I hadn't ever known, a woman
who seemed willing to help but still scared of getting hurt or something.
"So..." she said to start off, "Did you ever know your father?"
"What?" I said, confused. "But I thought that--"
"That you were kidnaped?" She laughed softly. "Oh, we have no proof of that,
so I just want to know about your family."
"Oh, well then," I said. "No, I never knew my father."
"Did he die before you were born?"
"No, my mother did. Giving birth to me. Supposedly," I added. "My father was
executed when I was little, but I don't remember it."
"Does your aunt ever talk about him?" asked Areida.
"No, she tells me not to talk about my father or my mother."
"Ah," said Areida. We sat in silence for a moment.
"So do you think I'm kidnaped?" I asked her.
"Do you want the truth?" she replied.
"Yes, please," I said.
She faltered, then said, "Yes, I think you were kidnaped. I think you are my
daughter. Well, at least I hope. I've always wanted my Clarissa back."
I stared at her.
"Do you think you were kidnaped, Zoi?" she asked.
I paused also, then "I think so. Yes, I think that I was kidnaped." I searched
my mind for any information of my family and came up with nothing. "I don't know
anything about my real family, so I guess that means you could say that I was kidnaped!"
I beamed at her. "I think that you're my mother, Areida!"
I threw my arms around her and embraced her. We both started crying. At some
point, William entered too and joined the hug. We were all crying with joy.
******************
ohhh man that was fricken cheesy. im disappointed in myself. :( besides that, it was
short! grrr bad me! bad me!!!
oh well thats the way life goes, sometimes, isnt it?
hmmm have a nice day and PLEASE REVIEW!!
