009: holey moley

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                IN THE WILDE HOME, Thea stood at the front entrance's threshold as she watched workers that her father hired to collect his items that were remained in the home as Atticus was moving into a penthouse that was a block from them.

             Why was he moving less than five minutes away from them? The area that Thea resided in are strictly for the upperclass and the man didn't want to live in an area where commoners were.

              So, he decided to move into a penthouse and left the Wilde mansion for Lisa and the kids. Though the penthouse didn't had 8 bedrooms, 11 bathrooms, two swimming pools, a private tennis and basketball court, cinema, a gaming room, outdoor kitchen and a race car track, he was glad that he was able to get away from Lisa.

               "Hey, hey, hey, that's mine!" Thea quickly noticed one of the workers were about to leave the home with a cardboard box that had her name THEA imprinted in black sharpie.

            The man looked down to see that he mistakenly took the wrong box. He sent her an apologetic look as he stretched it out towards her. "Sorry about that, Ms Wilde."

            "It's fine." The girl replied and took her box before heading inside the living room. She set the cardboard box onto the couch as she searched through her childhood items. "Ooh, Ms Bunnysmacks!" She cooed and held her worn out stuffed bunny close to her chest.

          Geoffrey stopped dusting the tv and turned around to see the teenager hugging her childhood stuffed animal. "I thought I got rid of that thing." He remembered he was instructed by Lisa and Atticus to burn the Teddy when their daughter was at school and tossed it in the bin. He doesn't understand how it ended up in the storage room.

           "And it still smells like roses. . .and mold." She gagged and placed the teddy next to her.

           The butler peered inside the box to take out a blue paper plate fish craft. "Do you remember this project in kindergarten?" He asked.

            All Thea remembered was that she kept getting timeouts, eating Sour Patch Kids and pouring glitter all over her body. "Nope."

            "Exactly!" Geoffrey snapped which made the girl slightly startled. "You wanna know why, cause I did it so, the school wouldn't expel you!"
  
              Thea smiled, remembering that five year old her ordered her chauffeur to drive her around the city and take her to the ice cream parlor. "Oh, yeah? Well, I love that we got that system down pretty early, huh?" She lightly laughed.

            "Oh, we did," Geoffrey began pulling out other projects that Thea forced him to do for the past fourteen years. "I did this too. Also this. This one was all me. I almost broke my finger on that one."

              The girl pulled out a piece of paper from the box then she grinned. "Ooh, look. I've even got an award: Most Absences."

             Geoffrey sent her a look. "Ms Thea, that's not an award. It's an angry letter from a teacher."

              But Thea didn't seemed to care. "Well, it says 'most' so, I'm calling it an award."

          The man released a sigh. "I'm surprised that you didn't get held back a year." With the girl barely coming into school and the last time she did her homework was back in the 9th grade (she paid Sidney to do it until she got caught).

            Her attendance was so bad that when Geoffrey attended the parent teacher meeting, none of the teachers knew who Thea was.

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒, henry hartWhere stories live. Discover now