A Fallen Star

The Guests

I just finished getting dressed when my mom called out, "Ivy, are you descent dear?" Knocking on the door softly, yet loud enough so I could hear. "Almost mother." I lie. I only lie when I need alone time, or I'm doing something I don't want anyone to see. "Alright tell me when your finished." She says, I could hear her walking down the stairs.

I open the window, and a big nice warm breeze comes through, dragging my white dress and brown hair along with it. I close my eyes, and listen to the birds chirping, leaves knocking into each other, and more importantly... Silence.

I soon hear gravel being crumbled, and that displeased me. I open up my eyes, and see a black car pull up. I knew immanently, it was my grandmother and her son. My grandmother's son isn't really the biological to my grandmother or me, he is just a boy my grandmother taught how to be bratty.

I glare at the car pulling in to our gravel driveway, and grab my white hat that matches my white dress, and exit my room.

I see my mom with her brown hair in a braid that goes into a bun. "Hello, sugar." That's my mom's nickname for me when ever we don't have visitors. "Hi, grandmother and Andrew are here." I say keeping my eye sight on the door, knowing that grandmother will walk in first. "Oh really." She says taking off her apron and pulling up the drapes and looking outside. "Oh gosh, gotta please momma, gotta please momma." I hear her whisper to herself over and over, while she's putting things away. In the corner of my eye she holds out a fork with a cut out piece of a pancake, I quickly eat. I open our bright pink door, and walk outside to help, but when I am a couple feet away, Andrew is right beside grandmother, with a butler in the front seat of the car.

Andrew had his hair slicked back with hair gel. And grandmother was wearing a lavender dress, which from a far, doesn't look like she doesn't have much wrinkles.

They walk towards me all politely and so full of themselves. I freeze for a moment, then a snobby voice snaps me out of la la land. "Hello, are you going to let us in or not?" Andrew says snapping his fingers in my face. I swallow the chewed up pancake, "Oh yes, I'm terribly sorry." I say stepping back and opening the door.

Andrew was always the one to talk to me, almost never grandmother, sometimes I think she's too disappointed in me to even say a word.

I let the two walk in, then I walk behind them. I hear Mother talking to grandmother, but I tone them out right as I close the door. I keep my head down, with my hands cupped behind my back, swaying back and forth. "You know you have to keep good posture to please guests." Andrew whispers to me, right after letting go of my grandmother's arm, and walking next to me. "How do you know I want to please them?" I say still doing what I was doing.

"You'd make a bad impression."

"I don't care" I really meant it. I never wanted to have a perfect family, I never wanted to be polite, I never wanted any of this.

I suddenly hear my Mother say "Andrew, Ivy, why don't you play a game, we have plenty of board games to do." Right as I hear her say this, my face lights up. I grab Andrew's wrist, and drag him to the play room.

When we make it to the entrance, I let go of him, and start searching through the basket of games. "What are you willing to loose at?" I say, sounding snobby myself. "How do you know you're going to win?" He says, "You've never played any of these." I say picking out uno.

In the corner of my eye, I could see Andrew sitting on our red couch. "Sorry but I'm not willing to play with a person who shares the same name as a plant." He says with his head up high. I sit next to him, with the uno in my lap. "Well, I share the same name as a superhero." I say, tricking him. His face widens, "Umm... Poison Ivy isn't a superhero." He says emphasizing his words. "She's a villain." He finishes loosening up. "So you are a Marvel fan?" I say looking at his... Cheek, since his face was turned.

"No I just know these things... Ok well a boy has to find something to entertain himself with." He surrenders. "Well, want to play?" I say holding out the packet, "You can shuffle." I try to convince him, "I don't play kid games." He turns his head further away from me. "Whatever." I say leaning back on the couch with my arms crossed like a five year old.

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