To Fove

 Chapter 1

Some time, long ago in a city, that didn't even exist on map, lived a family that loathed their daughter. . This family that lived in an almost non existent city lived in a big lonely house. No neighbors, who cared. Old, tired, and just plan rude. There was a mother, two sons, and a daughter, a daughter that lost anybody she ever dared to love. She had loved her friends, dad, and a sister. These people all left her eventually one way or another. She never wanted to love or trust another soul ever again. She was certain it would always just bring her pain and grief. O how the daughter would love to be just and right because she felt that if they saw her this way that maybe just maybe they would like her and maybe love her so she could feel loves warmth. The daughter never felt love before. She was used to being rejected; hated, backstabbed you name it. O, I remember there were two just two imaginary creatures the daughter manage to keep for all those years she had lived. They were named Leon and George. Just two catlike friends she kept deep in her heart. She told her darkest secrets to them and them only. She was always tired emotionally and physically. This daughter worked hard. On schoolwork, chores, religion, and a sport she made up herself, tujitdo. Where is our clothes daughter!" shouted the mother. "Did you even remember to do the laundry?!" The daughter was in the middle of doing her work. She couldn't have forgotten to look for.... Oh no... "Daughter, come here now!" The daughter was certain she did it but wait she forgot to put it on to the clothesline! "This is why I should give you nothing you forget simple commands." she'd claim. "Sick I am with you, to your room after you find the boys their uniforms for their pictures, do I make myself crystal clear?" "Yes Mom." She sighed. "Stop being disrespectful, huffing and puffing, hmmf!" Sorry mother." She said. "I bet you are." "But, the clothes..." daughter began, "are on top of their dressers... "It isn't." Said her brothers. They would deny before they would even look, then say, "we looked." Daughter did the laundry and gave the boys their uniforms (which were exactly were she said they were.) and retired to her room to do schoolwork. The boys were leaving to take their pictures. They had their pictures taken every year, but the daughter hadn't had a picture since she was five years of age. She believed it was because her family thought she was not pretty at all and they did not want pictures that just reminded them of that. She was now a decade and a half though and still, in her perspective looked the same, but she had grown and blossom from an awkward big eared talkative child to a shy pretty young lady. O, Daughter. Daughter was now alone with her friends. Finally she'd have peace with her friends. She wouldn't talk with them in front of anyone because family and the public judge, and she now knew this. She chatted with them had some tea and hard bread she had bought with school money. She talked to them about love and how it probably felt, not even knowing it was so close by.

One day she bumped into a young gentlemen no older than she, "Oh I am so sorry" They both said. So polite this gentleman was. "It's no problem," he said, no one ever said that to her... "Here, I insist on carrying these books for you. It is the least I can do." The daughter was so surprised she didn't even reject to this jester. "By the way I never see you out here much," She has never seen him, if only... He walked her home, tipped his hat, respectfully and began to leave. She felt so strange and yet delighted. What was it that she... no... it couldn't have been, but she doesn't even know him. Not even his name. He was the nicest man she ever laid eyes on. "What is your name?!" She finally asked. He turned around as if it was a bell and he was the dog to answer it." Nathan Weomery, Ma'am." See his name is so peculiar and so is his features, unlike any boy or man she ever met before, his green eyes wavy brown hair and fair skin was so enticing that she wanted to know more about him, but she said no more and retrieved the books inside to her mother. That was that, she was not to think of this Mr. "Wibery" anymore. The next day... "Daughter, the dishes, and sweep won't you." The Daughter sighed and did this tiredly. All night she was thinking how to go about this Mr. ... never mind he doesn't even matter. He was being polite and doing his part as a gentleman he couldn't like a girl like her dark, shy and not too pretty. But it seems as if she couldn't avoid him because this day as she was strolling back from the grocery store she saw Nathan, he was talking to a person .... A lady as old as he! Ahh, I don't care, but wait O, she kicked him! Now a group is surrounding him! So what was she to do? If mother knew she was in a fight she'd scream her bloody head off. Also she didn't want Nathan to know she was there watching him being blundered. "Do what you will to me," Nathan exclaimed. "But you won't get what you want and you know it. Ahh" She punched him right in the jaw. She stopped right in her tracks though as turned around. A hooded girl with a scarf to cover her face stood with her fist to her back. In a flash she had the group that had once surrounded Nathan knocked out cold and those who weren't moaning in pain. Oh, you want to challenge me p..." Before she could finish her words, the girl had her on her back with a flashing crescent kick to the head. The lady that had threatened Nathan was long gone by the time the covered girl helped Nathan to his feet. She tried to leave afterwards, but Nathan held her arm and brought her close and gently removed her scarf. She looked down. He brought her face up, He sighed in relief. "Thank you, without you I wasn't sure what I was to do. Sydinah only blushed and bid Nathan farewell, but this time Nathan didn't and instead walked away quite hastily walking in short suspicious steps. Sydinah continued on feeling so delighted and yet as strange as she did yesterday. How was she to go about this gentleman? "Yes," she sighed. "NO!" "Who on Earth was that," Sydinah turned around to see, but it was too late she was being hoisted up in the air and carried away. No, it could not have been the over violent woman or one of her... "Mr. Weomery?!" what in the w..." "Sorry ma'am, but have you ever seen other places except for this "no-man's" land?" He laughed, as if carrying off with a young lady was the norm these days. Nathan put her in his car and drove off. Sydinah was shocked, but soon regained herself and as firmly as she could told him, "Take me back now Mr. Weomery are so help me." Wow, Princess, first, you call Nathan alright, being formal is so..." "What?" she asked. "Nathan remember? O, you mean the princess part." Sydinah just stared questionably at him now. "Are you seriously telling me I am royalty somewhere?" Nathan just smiled and nodded. Sydinah couldn't believe it she was that... "Wait if I am princess, why haven't I known about it all along?'