The Porcelain Girl- A Neverland Story
Written by Alia Davis
Chapter One- Memories That turn a heart to Ice
A soft touch, the smell of lavender, the gentle brush of auburn hair on my face. Hushed tapping of velvet slippers on the marble floor. These are the only memories I have of my mother, the rest I recite from heart; my mother was a dedicated woman, though her head was often in the clouds. She had a soft nature and an air about her that made everyone in the room straighten their backs a bit more. Her name was Maria, the girl with a heart of solid gold.
She struggled in her later life between the decision of cancer treatments or to give birth to a baby girl. She chose me over her own life, the sort of courage and kindness that only comes from the best of the human race. She gave herself so that I might have a chance in the world. I only had seven months with my mother before she was taken from me. That was a period of time I, sadly, have no memory of. No one quite knew who my father was, and he was never in the family pictures so He was not there to take me in.
I was left in the care of my aunt Nina. If every story has some sort of evil stepmother that poisons apples, lets you prick your finger on a spinning wheel or makes you stay home from a glorious ball, this was she to the extreme. Always in multiple affairs, always cheating on her faithful husband Dan, always making me do things no six-year-old should have to worry about. I scrubbed floors at seven, by eight I was taking her dry cleaning to the laundrymat, getting stamps from the post office half way across the streets of Busy London and by ten I was balancing the check book, and finding out how much taxes we owed.
Though I look down on self-pity, I must admit that I led a hard life, full of pain and sweat. Never any tears though, I was above that. My mother was a Great writer, like all of the women in our family before us and had many estates. In her will she only stated three things clearly; that I was to have all her money, the little house in London named 'The Darling Estate' and a small silver locket on a black ribbon.
The locket was such a queer little thing, never could I open it for in the middle there was a keyhole, and I could never find the key. In my spare time I searched for locksmiths or silversmiths to try and open it, all were incompetent. Now at fifteen I am away from the bitch I call my aunt and at a lovely boarding school in France, don't start cheering just yet. I'm due home for summer break in just two days.
Not that I will miss this place, but I will hate going back to my home even more. Lola's academy of Fine Arts for Young Girls and Boys is a wonderful place, but it's the people who occupy it's space that I so dearly hate. My nickname here is the Porcelain girl, my nearly white skin is offset by dark brown Hair and stunning purple eyes, But no one calls me who I am. My name is Sonal Rose Hand, and in two days I'm as good as dead.
Most of my time here is spent curled up in the library reading books, or outside in the branches of the oak tree looking at the stars. Nothing could make me happier here than those two things, but I was never joyous or full to the brim with mirth. The people here are bitter, and brittle like rusted iron cut into thin sheets. But I had no idea that in two days I would not die, but my life would be forever changed.
From the Diary of Sonal Rose hand, it's whereabouts is known only by the mermaids.
Authors note: Yeesh, that was pretty short, sorry all but diary entries aren't that long.
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The next chapter should be up soon, this was kind of a mini chapter.