PROLOGUE
A nine year old Fox sat in a swing on a warm spring afternoon. His nanny had brought him and his siblings, including Ethan, out to enjoy the day. He had spent most of it pestering his sisters and most importantly Ethan. He decided that wasn't much fun anymore and he needed a break.
He looked over to his right and saw a petite little girl, with dark brown hair and big doe eyes building a sand castle in the sand box. She sang to herself as she did so.
'Looks interesting.' Fox thought to himself as he hoped down off the swing and made his way over to the little girl.
"Whatcha doin'?" The young Fox asked.
The young girl looked up at him with her huge brown eyes and smiled, "Building the castle I'm going to live in one day. Want to help me?" She held out an extra shovel for him.
He didn't have anything better to do. He had already beaten up most of the boys on the playground and he had definitely looked up all the girls skirts. Except for this little girl, of course, and she seemed intent in her own little world. What harm could there be in building a sand castle? He took the shovel from her hands and took a seat beside her in the sand.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Teresa. What's yours?"
"Fox."
She looked at him strangely, "Fox?"
"My real name is Nicholas, but everyone calls me Fox. My mom says it's because I'm so mean." He dug the shovel down in the sand.
"Why would your mom say that about you?" Teresa looked at Fox with sad eyes.
"My mom doesn't really have anything to do with me or my sisters. I don't think she likes us very much." He scratched down in the sand.
Teresa couldn't fathom why this young boys mother ignored him and his sisters. Her mom had always been so loving and caring. She always just assumed that's how it was for everyone.
"Is your mom here with you?" Teresa asked.
"No, she's getting her nails done. Then she's going to get her hair fixed."
"Who are you here with?"
He pointed to an older lady sitting across the park. "My nanny." Fox paused for a moment. "See the boy sitting beside her?" Fox asked.
Teresa shook her head and looked with gleaming eyes over at the young boy sitting quitely beside the nanny reading a book. "Yes." She sighed.
"That's my brother. His name is Ethan."
"Ethan." She looked at him and smiled. "What a nice name."
Fox laughed, "Whatever! Ethan's a loser. He's the only one my mother has anything to do with. She tells us she wished we were all more like him."
Teresa broke her gaze from Ethan and glared at Fox. "Take that back! He's not a loser."
Fox shot back, "Yes, he is. You'd know it too, if you lived with him everyday. Why are you standing up for him anyways, you don't even know him."
Teresa looked back over at the young boy and that same dreaming stare spread across her face, "Because I'm going to marry him one day and we're going to live in a mansion in the clouds." Fox snickered. "Why are you laughing at me?" Teresa asked angrily.
"You're joking right?" He giggled.
"No, I'm not."
"How old are you?" Fox asked.
"I'm seven. Why?"
"He's too old for you for one thing. Besides, Ethan's already arranged to marry someone else."
Tears came to the young girls eyes. "No, he's not. You're lying!"
"No, I'm not. I sometimes sneak into my father's study and I hear him and my grandfather talking about Ethan one day marrying some girl named Gwen. Something about a business merger. I don't really understand that part. I just know that there wanting Ethan to marry Gwen 'cause her family has a lot of money."
Teresa stood up to her feet. "You're lying. I know it! You're just jealous. I'll marry him one day. You just wait and see." She ran off knocking her sand castle down in the process.
Fox got up and threw down his shovel. "Not if I have anything to do with it." He ran off to farther torment his sisters.
***Hey guys. What do you think? Lydia e-mailed me with some ideas for a story. So I'm incorporating her ideas along with some of my own twists. I hope you like. Lydia, I hope you enjoy what I'm doing with your original ideas. It's going to be fun writing together. Read and review.
A nine year old Fox sat in a swing on a warm spring afternoon. His nanny had brought him and his siblings, including Ethan, out to enjoy the day. He had spent most of it pestering his sisters and most importantly Ethan. He decided that wasn't much fun anymore and he needed a break.
He looked over to his right and saw a petite little girl, with dark brown hair and big doe eyes building a sand castle in the sand box. She sang to herself as she did so.
'Looks interesting.' Fox thought to himself as he hoped down off the swing and made his way over to the little girl.
"Whatcha doin'?" The young Fox asked.
The young girl looked up at him with her huge brown eyes and smiled, "Building the castle I'm going to live in one day. Want to help me?" She held out an extra shovel for him.
He didn't have anything better to do. He had already beaten up most of the boys on the playground and he had definitely looked up all the girls skirts. Except for this little girl, of course, and she seemed intent in her own little world. What harm could there be in building a sand castle? He took the shovel from her hands and took a seat beside her in the sand.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Teresa. What's yours?"
"Fox."
She looked at him strangely, "Fox?"
"My real name is Nicholas, but everyone calls me Fox. My mom says it's because I'm so mean." He dug the shovel down in the sand.
"Why would your mom say that about you?" Teresa looked at Fox with sad eyes.
"My mom doesn't really have anything to do with me or my sisters. I don't think she likes us very much." He scratched down in the sand.
Teresa couldn't fathom why this young boys mother ignored him and his sisters. Her mom had always been so loving and caring. She always just assumed that's how it was for everyone.
"Is your mom here with you?" Teresa asked.
"No, she's getting her nails done. Then she's going to get her hair fixed."
"Who are you here with?"
He pointed to an older lady sitting across the park. "My nanny." Fox paused for a moment. "See the boy sitting beside her?" Fox asked.
Teresa shook her head and looked with gleaming eyes over at the young boy sitting quitely beside the nanny reading a book. "Yes." She sighed.
"That's my brother. His name is Ethan."
"Ethan." She looked at him and smiled. "What a nice name."
Fox laughed, "Whatever! Ethan's a loser. He's the only one my mother has anything to do with. She tells us she wished we were all more like him."
Teresa broke her gaze from Ethan and glared at Fox. "Take that back! He's not a loser."
Fox shot back, "Yes, he is. You'd know it too, if you lived with him everyday. Why are you standing up for him anyways, you don't even know him."
Teresa looked back over at the young boy and that same dreaming stare spread across her face, "Because I'm going to marry him one day and we're going to live in a mansion in the clouds." Fox snickered. "Why are you laughing at me?" Teresa asked angrily.
"You're joking right?" He giggled.
"No, I'm not."
"How old are you?" Fox asked.
"I'm seven. Why?"
"He's too old for you for one thing. Besides, Ethan's already arranged to marry someone else."
Tears came to the young girls eyes. "No, he's not. You're lying!"
"No, I'm not. I sometimes sneak into my father's study and I hear him and my grandfather talking about Ethan one day marrying some girl named Gwen. Something about a business merger. I don't really understand that part. I just know that there wanting Ethan to marry Gwen 'cause her family has a lot of money."
Teresa stood up to her feet. "You're lying. I know it! You're just jealous. I'll marry him one day. You just wait and see." She ran off knocking her sand castle down in the process.
Fox got up and threw down his shovel. "Not if I have anything to do with it." He ran off to farther torment his sisters.
***Hey guys. What do you think? Lydia e-mailed me with some ideas for a story. So I'm incorporating her ideas along with some of my own twists. I hope you like. Lydia, I hope you enjoy what I'm doing with your original ideas. It's going to be fun writing together. Read and review.