Goldberg's daughter

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Lucy
I never understood why I set alarms for myself. I wasn't going to do anything or at least this early anyway.

It was probably just a habit.

Never the less, I got up from my scratchy Dovet cover and trudged towards the ensuite bathroom. I was feeling sleep deprived because my thoughts were occupied until the early hours of the morning.

I striped just outside of the door way of the bathroom, placing my pyjamas in the pile of dirty clothing I would have to take downstairs to the laundry room soon.

I avoided looking in the mirror as I stepped past into the shower. It's not that I didn't think that I was pretty, I admired my completion.

But I didn't appreciate anything from the neckline down. I'm not quite comfortable describing that area of my body.

The warm water helped bring me out of my sleepy haze and concentrate on the day ahead.

I assume that most people would love the idea of not having to go to school, having a house maid and having a famous father who earns more than average amount of money.

It's not as fun as it seems. I'm grilled in my studies and proper etiquette. Professor Goldberg has only spoken a few short words to me this entire year-so little I've almost forgotten what his voice sounds like.

Gloria shows me how to wash,clean and look after myself, as sometimes she has to have time off. Those days are the most lonely.

I'll be turning fourteen in a few months. Maybe this year the Professor will get me a present.

The flow of water stopped as I reached out to get a fluffy towel.

A lot of things have happened in my life, sadly a lot of them negative. I'm not quite willing to share all of my deepest, darkest secrets just yet.

But what I will say is that these events have made me stronger-more capable, if you will. Where I would once shed tears I now just look back on with a blank face.

I completed any other necessities before leaving the ensuite.

Going through unfortunate circumstances does that to you. It eats away at your emotions.

'When you were younger', Gloria would say in her Russian accent, 'you were such a chatter box. You would always say what was in you mind, whether you wanted to or not.' She would add in a little giggle at the end.

I'm not much of a talker now, just a few short years of emotional and physical pain has changed me beyond repair.

I walked to my cupboard to pick out an outfit for today. Today at two in the afternoon, I had training. The Professor wants me to be able to protect myself for god knows what reason.

So since I was the tender age of six, I've been learning defence, offence and a few other fighting styles such a karate and Judo.

I've also been trained in the weapons department since I was eight. You wouldn't know I had a knife on me until it was too late.

And if you think I couldn't handle a gun, think again. I specialise in long range shooting, but I'm just as capable of killing some one with a handgun.

I decided on some dark leggings-good for moving around in- and a sports bra covered with a loose fitting singlet.

Even Gloria was surprised when I told her what bra size I was. For an almost fourteen year old, you could say I was filled out.