Behind The Sea- DEAD POETS SOCIETY STORY

Chapter One

Mr. Skies gently tapped his red and chubby knuckles against Desmond's dark oak wood door. The antique door raddled in the doorway, making a loud noise, echoing throughout the mansion's top floor. There was no response though. Desmond was still asleep.

Or so he assumed.

Mr. Skies opened the door slowly, taking each step and move he made with precaution in mind. He poked his head in only to see his daughter laying in her side and staring at her mirror, looking at the reflection of all the little knick knacks and dressers in her room. He sighed and opened the door all the way, letting himself inside, then dimming it behind him. He plopped down on her king mattress and slowly adjusted himself on her black slick silk sheets, stretching his hand over to her arm. Her eyes were open. Her body was shaking. Her skin was cold. It made Mr. Skies nervous. He rubbed his hand up and down her goose bump covered arm, then placing his hand on hers.

"Did you ever sleep last night, Casper?" He joked towards her. He referred to his little girl as Casper anytime she was nervous. It was because she turned pale like a ghost and looked like as if she just saw one. But if she was a ghost, she wouldn't haunt people for kicks. She would be a friendly ghost, reading books to little kids and skipping amongst a tulip garden with a sweet furry baby cow, hence the nickname rooting from  Casper the Friendly Ghost.
"N-n-not really sir, no." Mr. Skies felt his heart sink even further. She was calling him sir. That really meant she was freaking out and unable to control her nerves. He pulled back her bed covers and helped her sit up. She cuddled into his side as he put his arm around her thick pajama covered body, and rubbing his fingers through his knotted hair.
"That's okay, it's okay to be nervous. It's your first day at a boring school!!! You haven't had your first day of school in a very very very long time... it's okay to feel off, Desmond. It's not okay to be late on your first day though. Why don't you sit up, get changed, brush this knotty hair, then your mother and I will meet you in the kitchen and we can talk about how to fix this feeling... it sounds like a plan to me." Mr. Skies said, standing up and helping his daughter make her bed. She pulled the sheets up to the pillows and then adjusted those same pillows so they looked nice. She wouldn't be sleeping in this bed for a long time. Not for two whole months. She'd be back for Hanukah, which she was excited for, and she knew that when she collapsed on this very same bed it would feel AMAZING.
"Sounds good, sir." Desmond said as her father made his way to her door. He nodded and walked out, closing the oaks behind him. Desmond began to strip from her pajamas. Her baby blue set fell to her feet. She pulled her neutral colored tights over her legs. Her skirt went on next. She didn't button the plaid skirt though. She put on her button up shirt first, then tucking it into the skirt. That's when she buttoned her skirt. Next, her Welton cardigan went on, and her hair began to get brushed. She pulled the brush through her thick brown curls, wondering what she would do with her face after she did her hair. She brushed her hair to the back, then grabbed a matching ribbon for her hair. She pulled half of her hair up, put the ribbon in, and then slipped earrings through her ears. She had numerous earrings. Her ear lobes, her second hole, her third hole, her cartilage, and her tragus. No other women had piercings like her and often, her relatives judged her for them. Her relatives were very old fashioned and conservative. Desmond and her parents though, were the complete opposite. They were always reading to challenge social norms and what their relatives found normal. Although, they had to be careful. Their relatives were all the family had. That, and their wealth. No other people spoke to them. Maybe it was because of that same wealth they loathed, or because they were Jewish, but people didn't like them. Or maybe the family was just too weird for others.

Desmond slipped her Oxford's on her feet, adjusting her tights so they were nice and comfortable. She grabbed her three bags and began to walk down the stairs. She heard her parents talking in the kitchen so she moved slowly, wanting them to finish their conversation before she arrived in the room.