Notice: I've changes the genre of this story to Romance/ Family since this is turning out to be more family oriented then adventure... Now to the rest of the A/N!
Hey guys, sorry for the wait... The last couple reviews were taking forever to get up there! I'd like to dedicate this chapter to SeaDevil- who is one of the most awsome people that I've ever met and I really suggest you read her story 'Beast Queen'- Lightning Blade- Who was my original inspiration to write my own story with the story 'Boyish Dreams' - and to DinoDinosaur- who has reviewed to four out of five of my chapters so far uploaded. I'd also like for you all to give a great round of applause to the other four reviewers who allowed me to post this chapter: Renrinrin, Cara, Kat, and Random.
Now to reply to the reviews so that everyone can hear somethings that I thought it was important to point out in them:
SeaDevil: Thank you for bringing up the ink thing. Feng/ Elva's Black ink is for text, Green is for plants, while her Red ink is for creatures and monsters. Feng loves art- as she will say more about it in this chapter kind of- so she sketches everything herself. she likes to be independent as much as possible. Later on, depending on how well her books sell, she will buy more colored inks so that she can color in the pictures but for now she just lables everything and adds lots of details and makes it as interesting as she can.
DinoDinosaur: Here's the naxt chapter and it's 3218 words if I remember correctly. This comes in second or third place when it comes to length. Hope you like it and I'll try to make them longer.
Lightning Blade: I'm glad you liked it and I'll never leave Gui out when I can help it- I simply ador him way too much. She loved every second of creating her book and doing the research- otherwise she wouldn't have done it no matter how usefull it would be... I'm glad you aprove of Feng/ Elva's character. The reason she cares so much for her mother is because I infused some of myself into her. I love my mother but I don't always show it so she was kind of my way of saying 'I love you through think and thin, even if I never show it'... The thing with her father and step siblings comes from my two best friends. Hailey has a step sister who is evil- she makes Satan look like an angel!- and she doesn't really get along with her step family... My other friend Jaime- who disapeared nearly four years ago- had troubles with her whole family so I kind of mixed thei situations together... Sometimes it takes me a while to figure out why I do stuff because most of the times its my subconsious doing it... People who are against LGTBQ people should just mind their own business I think because no one can control who they feel for and who they don't... I think they only do it because they're not happy with their lives so they want to make the people who are 'wierd' miserable as well.
Kat: I'm still working on Feng/ Elva's faults -_- We've been having the argument over it for nearly two whole weeks and so far- as many of you readers can see- Feng's winning... She doesn't want to be anything less than perfect but then I argue back that no one is ever truely perfect and that makes for a boring story and then she argued that there was Drama to make it more interesting and yada yada yada... so yeah, I'm losing to a fictional character :(
So now onto the story but before we do: I need FIVE REVIEWS in order to upload the next chapter! But more are always welcome :P
Oh, and don't judge any of the characters just yet (they all have their own stories on why the act the way they do!)
When I woke up, I looked out the window and saw that we were descending into the airport and I'd woken up just in time. I looked over at Isaac and saw the he saw still in the game. He might've been fighting monsters so I let him wake up on his own- and besides, I liked him better when he was asleep than when he was awake. When he was asleep I could imagine that he was actually a nice person.
Yeah, nice person, hahaha, that was funny. Not in a million years.
I saw him start to stir so I quickly looked away and looked out the window and into the fields surrounding the airport. I saw Isaac looking at me through the reflection in the window. When I turned around though he was taking off his helmet and placing it in his carryon bag- do guys even use those anymore, besides Isaac that is?
"You ready to go, midget slut?" Isaac asked me sneering.
Looking at him, I smiled innocently and said, "As ready as I'll ever be 'big brother'."
I handed him my bag as we left our seats and he reluctantly carried it. Imagine a 6ft. five nicely muscled male wearing a black suit and a pink carryon on one shoulder and a black one on the other… It looked ridiculous to say the least and it was nearly impossible for me to hold in my laughter. Oh, wait! Doesn't 'Isaac' mean 'laughter' in Hebrew? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I remember my language arts teacher mentioning something about that when we got into names and their meanings and origins. Hahaha, this was too good.
Humming along to the airport music, I skipped alongside Isaac on our way to pick up my trunks. I knew I was annoying the crap out of him so I just hummed louder. It was fun to annoy him, I had to admit. They should make a sport out of it. 'Who can annoy their big brothers the most?' Ah, I could see the future it held now!
"Will you stop it already?" Isaac snapped at me.
I looked up at him innocently- maybe I could make a career out of acting? - and asked, "Stop what, big brother?"
"The annoying humming," He growled as we started looking for my trunks. I just hummed even louder as I found my red and green trunks. He grabbed my brown one ad dragged it out of the pile snarling all the while. He took out an IPod and shoved the ear buds in his ears in an attempt to ignore me- let's just say he realized that wasn't going to work unless he had the volume loud enough to kill his ear drums.
After ten more minutes of listening to my humming above his music he angrily removed his ear buds and dragged me –and my trunks- outside where another limo was waiting for us. He left me to take care of my trunks while he got into the limo- how rude! Luckily, the driver helped me to place my trunks in the back so that we could leave.
When we arrived at Richard's mansion, there were five people waiting outside. One of which was Richard. One of the people was a teenage boy that looked to be a tiny bit older than me and another was a girl a couple years younger- approximately sixteen years old. I was guessing that these were my other two half siblings. They were glaring at me with unparalleled hatred. Let them hate my guts, not like I'll like them any better. The other two we're in their late sixties early seventies- probably the house keeper and the head butler, if I had the terms correct.
"Feng," Richard grinned at me as I got out of the limo. My two half siblings glared at me with even more hatred- if that was even possible. "Everything's ready for you. The servants will bring your things up to your room while we give you a tour of the place. These are you're other half-siblings, David- who is four months older than you- and Sara- who is nearly two years younger. That there is Nana, our house keeper, and Steffen, our head butler."
I bowed in the formal Asian way that I'd been taught by my grandparents while growing up- they made sure that I knew the culture from where I grew up and was raised properly…for the most part anyway… "Nice to meet you," I smiled at all of them- even the three glaring at me. "I hope we get along quite nicely."
I knew that I'd immediately won over both Nana and Steffen, not to mention the father who really wanted to be my father. The other three would've probably murdered me right then and there if it wasn't for their father being right there. Oh, their faces were hilarious. I knew my eyes were dancing with laughter even if my expression didn't change one bit. Not only could I get amusement from annoying Isaac to death, apparently I could also get amusement from pissing off my other siblings! Hahahahahah! Please, ignore my insane laughter.
"C'mon and let's show you to your room, sweet," Nana said smiling warmly at me. She took me hand and put her other arm around my back, leading me into the grand entrance of the mansion. On second thought, maybe medieval castle sounded more like what it was…or maybe giant stone fortress…
Nana lead me through the house showing me the different rooms and telling me all the tricks I could use to memorize the layout. She also told me that the castle was nearly three thousand years old and one of the oldest fully functioning castles around. They'd made some technological and modern improvements to it but besides those it was still exactly the same as it was all those millennia ago. I listened intently as she spoke of all the history that went on in this place, enraptured that I'd be able to live in such a place- even for only a month. Nana even told me that there were still secret passages though their secrets had been long lost for nearly 600 years!
Things kept getting better and better! I couldn't wait to explore on my own! I would find those passages and I'd use them to help me annoy/ tick off my siblings even more. Maybe there were even passages going right into their rooms! I was still pondering the passages when we approached a grand set of double doors at the end of a hallway.
When Nana finally opened the doors into a multi room suit did, I notice that we'd stopped. "And these, Sweet, are yours."
I'm pretty sure that my mouth hit the floor in a literal sense. I walked slowly into the room behind the double doors. It was nearly the size of my home, no it could fit two of my home into it- it was just that big! The opposite wall across from me was completely glass with a set of glass double doors leading out into a beautiful flower garden. There were beautiful dark red curtains that could be closed at night time, as well.
Along the wall to my right was I giant bed- I think it was even bigger than a normal king sized one but I couldn't be sure since the biggest bed I'd ever seen was my mother's queen. The bed kind of looked like those old beds that royalty slept on- curtains surrounding it and all- and the head board had carved pectorals on it to boot! The bedding was in reds and browns to match the rest of the room. The carpet was a lush shade of creamy caramel while the walls were a beautiful wood that I had no name for but it was this very beautiful red color with brown and gold tints all over. In one corner over by the glass wall was this giant grand piano- and it wasn't a baby grand like I was used to playing at home either.
There was a fire place to my left with a beautiful sofa in varying shades of red-brown in front of it and a hand carved coffee table in between. On either side of the fireplace was a set of doors both with carved pectorals on them. The one farthest from me had fish and merpeople carved into its face. I walked over to it and opened it. Inside was a bathroom decorated in beautiful dark greens and blues. The bathtub looked more like a pool, though, and it was intimidating for someone who was used to a bathtub that only held one person. There was a screen for someone to change behind in the far corner and another screen blocking off the toilet and sink. It was magnificent!
I went back out and opened the door next to it- this one with a pectorals of Athens, Greece and the Roman Empire. Inside I found a nice study with the walls being bookshelves with a 60 inch, plasma, flat screen TV to one side of a desk in the center of the room and a fireplace with furniture on the other. The colors were the same as the main bedroom. I wondered if I had enough books to fill the bookcases or if I needed to go buy some more…
After pondering that for a few minutes- I decided to go buy more books either way, dragging my siblings along with me- I went back out to the main room and entered the next room on the other side of fireplace. That door had pectorals of people with different kinds of clothes throughout the ages- I stood there just looking at its beauty for nearly ten minutes. When I entered the room, it took all of my will power not to bolt right back out again. Inside that- I shudder at the thought- room, was my own personal mall.
Yes, I said it… Personal mall… Ugh, it was horrific. There was a huge section for clothes on one side in the far corner and the only thing separating it from the shoe section across from it was a huge fireplace- again with a furniture set. On my right was a section set out for jewelry and on my left was a huge thing with different types and brands of makeup. When I say it was horrific, I mean it was worse than hell! Who would torture someone with all that stuff when we could live without it and normal girls don't even have one one-thousandth of this in their whole lives combined!
I made my way out of that hellhole as fast as I could before going to the last door on that side of the room. On the door was a mural of the 'Mona Lisa'. I opened the door and inside was… Seriously, Richard? What do you do for a living? Design rooms for over privileged girls who want all this crap? You know absolutely nothing about the average girl, let alone me! Though I have to say, I'm keeping the paints, pencils, and sketch books- what, I used up all of my other supplies and what was left I forgot at home! I blame Isaac! If you haven't guessed yet, this room was an art room filled with as many types of art supplies that had ever been thought up. Oh, calligraphic inks! I'm taking those, too.
After walking out of that room, I crossed the main room and entered a room with different types of rood pictured on the door. Needless to say, it was a giant kitchen… I was starting to consider Richards sanity at that point and how bad my mother would feel if I killed him when I went into the last door on the other side of the massive bed without looking at the door.
Let's just say I nearly cried and vowed that Richard wouldn't live to see his second honeymoon- okay actually he might even if he did go overboard. The last room was filled with many different types of musical instruments. Some were in their cases on their respective shelf along three of the four walls while others- too big for cases- were placed in strategic locations about the room. Along the last and final wall- the one with the fireplace and its furniture…- were bookshelves upon bookshelves of sheet music and books to help a person teach themselves how to play them. To say this was to by my favorite room was an understatement.
As I grew up, in school everyone was forced to take mandatory music and art courses. I was always getting constant hundreds in both classes. I'm middle school we only had to take one music class in sixth grade but were still forced to take art classes. I joined the choir in fourth grade so I took that from fourth grade all the way till I graduated from high school. In the sixth grade music class we were introduced to instruments and within the three years of middle school I learned not only how to play the piano but all the string instruments and the guitar.
I loved art- don't get me wrong- but music was my true calling. I excelled with any and all instruments that I picked up and my mother and grandparents were sad that they couldn't afford actual lessons for me. When I graduated from middle school, they called my aunts and uncles and pooled money together in order to get my baby grand that I named 'Blanca' because she was a beautiful marble white.
In ninth grade, I decided to enroll in a piano competition that scored how well each person played and then had awards for those who were in the top five. I scored above a normal 100%. I memorized my music and played it so perfectly that they didn't believe at first that I was only a ninth grader and I'd only been playing for three years- in their defense I was playing all of the 'Hungarian Dances' by J. Brahms and 'VALSE op.64 no.1 "Petit Chien"'.
That year I was the Board of Directors for my school's favorite student. I head earned them nearly a hundred thousand dollars from the state in funding for the music program due to my success' so that they could use the original funds for it for something else that needed to be done. That year I was bullied and teased even worse than the years previously by the other students. They were mad that I'd taken the spotlight from the schools 'Golden Princess' as they called the most popular girl, Hannah Ivashkov, who coincidentally came in fourth place to me. Get back to the original subject, Feng!
So yeah, this room meant the most to me. Okay, maybe I won't kill Richard…yet… Maybe I'd even thank him- though ten to one he got my weakness from mom, the traitor.
As I walked, again, back out into the main room, I saw Sara sitting on my bed glaring at the open door to the 'mall'. "You want it you can have it," I offered her as I plopped on the bed next to her. She looked at me with surprise all over her face.
"Don't you poor girls all dream about having all this stuff?" She asked the shock clear in her voice. "Don't you want to be rich beyond belief?"
"Some do," I replied. "I, personally, don't. I was much happier before Richard decided to cat walk into my life. I couldn't care less about all of this… Except some of the art stuff and all the music things. When I leave you guys may be missing things from those two rooms."
She raised an eyebrow at me in amusement- or what I thought was amusement. I didn't know her all that well- besides those couple minutes of her glaring at me in the beginning- so I couldn't really decipher her expressions quite yet. "You're strange. I thought you'd be just like those girls I see at the public school, flinging yourself at the rich, hot guys just to get a good looking and rich husband so that you don't have to work."
"It would be nice to have a hot and rich husband," I admitted and I could sense her glaring at me. "Yet, what's a relationship without love, hmm? If I marry I want it to be for love and mutual respect, not because of stupid money. And if my husband says that I don't have to work, I'll tell him 'I want to work and no matter what you say, I will keep on working. If you push this issue, then you obviously don't love me enough to keep my happy.' I love working and trying out different things. I'm happy without money, even if it sounds weird
"I had my mother and my grandparents, all of which loved me," I continued. Sara's face was completely blank except for her eyes which were storming with mixed emotions. "I had the bestest friend in the world who cared for me in all of my quirkiness- by the way you might want to keep your brother as far from her as humanly possible if you want to keep him. I had good grades and I won so many competitions, no matter what people thought of me. I learned all I can and I was planning on getting into Julliard for performing and visual arts. I had just received a fully paid scholarship to it- that was the only school I applied for though I had other schools sending me offers.
"What's more everything was simple and I knew who I could trust," I said looking at her fully. I could see the sadness cloud her eyes at the last bit. "I don't think that you know who you can trust and who you can't. You've become paranoid because everywhere you turn people are after the fortune that will be left to you and your brothers when you die. You put up a spoiled from for most people- even in front of your father and brothers- and you don't let anyone in to know the real you. You're afraid to take the risk and get hurt."
I knew that I'd hit it dead on with that, her eyes showed me all I needed to know. I took the small girl into my arms and held her. She tried to pull away but eventually she collapsed in my arms sobbing. I comforted her as a real older sister would. Maybe she wouldn't be all that bad and maybe my dream of being a great older sister from when I was a little girl who didn't know better would come true…
You never know what live would throw your way but if it gave you lemons you simply went along with it and made lemonade. I'd help Sara make her lemonade and I'd continue until I was sure she could make it all on her own… That was my promise to her and I'd do whatever it took to keep it.
Me: So, you may start judging Sara-
Sara: Hey!
Me: *ignores Sara and continues* because you already have some of her story but refreign from judging the other characters (mainly Isaac and David) just yet. They still need to get their stories out.
Isaac: *snorts*
Feng: *hit's Isaac in the back of the head* Shut up, retard!
David: *rolls his eyes* Will you both knock it off? Can't we just get these reviews already so that these two can get closer to the end of their feud? It's getting kind of old.
Me: Hey, you're not supposed to spill the goods!
David: Well sorry, Miss I-Don't-Own-Anything-Besides-These-Fictional-Characters-That-Are-talking-Inside-Your-Head... you should really go back to therapy to get that taken care of.
Me: *Glares hatefully at the brat* If I go back to that hell hole then the world will end! All hell will freeze over, pigs will fly, volcanos will erupt, globle warming will be the least of anyones worries! The government officials will all die at the hands of two teenager girls as we take over the world and outlaw therapy and shove everyone who's corrupt into pits of pisonous creatures and bodies of water beneath cliffs filled with paranas!
All four: *looks at Sero like she just went insane*
Isaac: I'll call the therapist
David: I'll call the Insaneisilum
Sara: I'll get her her favorite book and some Oolong tea with milk and honey to try to calm her down
Fang: I think I'll just go and knock her out and end this madness
Me: Don't even think about it or I'll delete your characters!
All four: *in unison* We're too important to the story to be deleted! The readers would kill you if you did!
Me: Damnit! I hate it when your right!
All four: Please review so that we can get out of this insane persons head ASAP!
Me: *grumbles* traitors!