Loving 4

Mona

August 30, 2007

After getting ready, I headed down to the sitting room. I still haven't gotten used to this mansion; it's really big. The hallways are like a maze, and I still don't understand why we need this much space for four people. Aside from the cooks and maids, it's just me, Mom, Dad, and Finn. This house screamed old money, and I loved that. It felt warmer and cozier than our house in Dublin. The wooden floors, the paintings along the halls, the high ceilings, and the big windows that allowed sunlight to stream in made it feel welcoming.

As I walked through the halls, I stopped to look out one of the windows. There was a big garden outside, and I loved how it felt as if we were in a fairy tale. I continued walking until I reached the sitting room door. I entered and found Mom sitting next to Finn and Dad, all having coffee. Noticing my arrival, Dad walked up to me, hugged me, and kissed my forehead.

"Hey, Dandelion. How are you?" he asked, and I immediately started to relax. I loved my mom, but Dad and I had a bond I didn't have with her. I was always his little girl, his "Dandelion."

"Good, Dad," I smiled up at him. My dad was a really tall man, at 6'3", and he'd given me some of his height, which I was grateful for. I'm 5'10", which is great for my job as a model for Dad's company. I loved making him proud, and working as a model for his designs seemed to do just that. Every day after 6 p.m., I head over to our new branch in Cork to model his outfits. Dad is incredibly talented, and his designs always leave me in awe.

Walking over to my mom, I kissed her on the cheek. "Good morning, Ma," I said, smiling. My mom is a beautiful woman, and even at 44, she doesn't look older than 30. I took some of her features, like her nose and sharp jawline, but mostly, I look like Dad, with the same brown hair and green eyes.

"Ready for your first day at Tommen?" was the first thing Finn said since I entered the kitchen.

"Yeah, kind of," I smiled at him. At 20, Finn and I are really close despite the age gap. He's an amazing big brother, and I love him with all my heart. I love my family, and for that reason, I could never do what Cara did. I couldn't leave them like this. Somehow, every thought eventually leads to her; my world seems to revolve around her after her death.

After she... left, I found a letter in my locker, but I haven't opened it. I didn't have the heart to. If I read it, it'll become real, and I don't want it to be real. Part of my brain still can't believe she's gone. It's like she's still in Dublin, and I'm just in Cork. But deep down, I know it's not true. I lost my best friend six months ago.

After sitting down and having some coffee, we all moved to the dining room and sat at the table, which could easily seat twenty people. "So, honey, how are you feeling about your first day?" Mom asked while cutting into her pancakes and taking a bite.

"Good," I answered. We ate in comfortable silence, and I couldn't imagine a better family.

After eating, I said goodbye and went outside to the car. Edward, our driver, opened the Porsche's door for me, and I thanked him.

"How are you feeling, Ms. O'Brien?" he asked, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.

"Good, Edward, thanks for asking," I smiled. But honestly, I felt nervous. I just wanted this year to pass quickly. I wasn't looking for friends; I knew it would only lead to more heartbreak, and I'd had enough of that.

As we reached Tommen's gate, I glanced up. The place looked nice. I saw students chatting, walking, and heading toward the main door. The car stopped out front, and Edward got out to open my door. "Have a good day, Ms. O'Brien. I'll pick you up after school," he said before driving away.

I took a deep breath and entered the building. Suddenly, everything went silent. Everyone was looking at me and whispering. Some voices were loud enough to hear: "Isn't she the daughter of Sam O'Brien?" and "She's that model girl." "Did you see her car? It hasn't even been released yet." "Dude, I thought I was rich!"

I hated this. I hated the attention. I always feel uncomfortable being the center of it; it's like every move I make is being monitored. I bowed my head and headed over to Mr. Twomey's office. When I reached the door, I knocked, and a voice told me to come in.

I opened the door and saw an older man who looked to be in his sixties. "Hello, Mr. Twomey," I said softly.

He looked up, stood, and smiled. "Well, hello, Ms. O'Brien! How are you?" His smile was a bit too wide for my liking.

"Good," I replied, still standing.

"Well, come in and have a seat," he said, gesturing for me to sit. "We're so glad to have you as a student at Tommen, Ms. O'Brien. It's an honor."

I forced a smile and thanked him. He then started talking about Tommen's history, which I honestly wasn't interested in. Once he was done, I finally had the chance to ask him, "I was just wondering, do you have a music room?"

His smile widened. "Yes, Ms. O'Brien. Our school takes music seriously, so you'll have two music classes per week." That caught my attention. Ever since I was a little girl, playing music has been my favorite thing to do. It soothes something inside me, especially when I play the piano. I know how to play several instruments, but the piano feels different to me—deeper. It's like I can communicate through the piano better than with words; it describes my feelings, my thoughts.

After my interview with Mr. Twomey, he mentioned that he could show me around the school or ask a student to give me a tour. So, here I am, waiting in his office for a student to come and show me around.

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A/N; Ok I kind of liked this chapter,it's kind of long sorry,but anyway please tell me if you liked Mona  and yes 

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