Elliot

3

Lyra

When I was a little kid; my dad would tell me these wonderful bedtime stories that nobody in the entire world knew except me and dad. Occasionally there would be some Cinderella's and Rapunzel's but the rest were stories that were meant only for daddy's little princess- me.

Of course I had already crossed that stage of bedtime stories a couple of years back but Dad made sure that stories would always be a part of my life. It started on 6th grade and continues till today, the pastime dad and I share- making new stories.

Well, now you must be wondering that I've always been Daddy's little girl but the truth is; not entirely. Mom played an even bigger role. She gave life to our stories. She still does.

If you went to the small attached store room in my mother's studio you would find canvas after canvas with beautiful paintings covering one half of it and the other half filled with handsome calligraphy.

Many outspoken relatives and friends always poked around my parents saying exactly those things that outraged them.

"You know, if you put the very same effort in helping her with her studies at least there will be guaranty of her getting a good job. She is a teenager already and its no time to dwell in fairy tales"

Dad always says that from small town dwellers like the people of Dale woods who had never even got the hint of the world outside, one could only expect such theories.

It's not that Dale woods is backwards; definitely not. It's just that it has so many ancestral families following the same kind of profession generation after generation and their immediate success has led to the other people in believing that apart from going to Universities and joining big companies you have no other future.

But obviously my parents were among those 5% of the population of Dale woods who believed differently. Their reply to the above mentioned people -

"We have never forced her into this- writing. Its neither mine nor Ella's profession. It is her passion and we believe that a work can be done properly only when you have the passion to do it. Why would we force her into studying science when she clearly doesn't imagine her future there?"

This totally shuts them up.

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"You are so lucky to have parents like them" says Ellie, her expression marked with a twinge of sadness. Tears sparkling at the corner of her eyes.

Yes, I am lucky. I've never denied that.

But Elliot. She has never shared much about her family but overtime I have come to know one thing about her. One thing that explains all her sadness and fake smiles.

She isn't lucky.

"Ms. McQueen and Ms. Montgomery, you will stay behind. CLASS DISMISS" that's Mr. River for you, our most beloved math's teacher.

Ellie and I quickly steal a nervous glance at each other, We are sure of one thing, we are in trouble.

But perhaps it's the calm before the storm...

For Ellie

Perhaps...

A/N

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Main action starts next chapter.:)J

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