Music Box

Prologue

Prologue

[Edited.]

"Mom! Essy won't leave me be!"

"You brat, I told you to stop calling me Essy!"

"Ah! Ma! Get Essy away! She'll destroy my game of Jango's!" She whined, and by 'she' I meant my niece Natalie.

Let me explain.

My brother just got back from a business trip up in DC and I totally wish that I went up there with him. Mainly to take picture's of the historical sites, alone with the Zoo. However, because i'm fifteen; just moved in with my older brother and his family, I had to stay 'home' and unpack into their comfortable Condo. Well, it looks like a Condo, but it's just a regular two story house here in Some-state. In a small town called Beverly. It hasn't made it on the maps yet, but it doesn't necessarily mean anything, right?

It just recently got developed; about two to three years ago, plus the school that I would be going to hasn't even been developed yet. So, I, along with many other students have to attend a High School that is twenty minutes away, in the next city over called Fredricksins. All of the little ones get to stay here and attend their middle-elementary school that's only a 5-10 minute bus drive away. Two minute walk to those who live closer.

Let it be the little one's who get the good stuff that us 90s kids didn't have back then. Most of us in Poverty or Middle class. Ugh.. Sad and disappointed sigh.

So, anyways, lemme tell you what I am currently doing. I, Esmee Lee Marise, am staring at my beautiful and natural bleach blonde to strawberry blonde hair, with red highlights, from the reflection of my mirror. Taking in my fame and beauty as a maid softly brushes my naturally straight hair. My blue eyes sharp as my luscious red lips lifted into a smile.

Haha, no. I do not look anything like that.

Let me take you to reality. I, Esmee Lee Marise, am chasing my nephew; Cole, around the Den as my Sister-In-Law prepared breakfast for the little one's. "Essamay-may?" I halted, planted right there in the spot as I turned around, blushing, as I came face to face with a little girl who has black eyes that sends you a mirror that you want to break so badly, problem? You can't bing yourself to do so because she'll break you in half.

Her petite frame similar to mine as she stood at a height of four feet and three inches, me at five feet and four inches. Her shoulder length, auburn hair, in a messy bun as she stared at me in her 'princess' gown.

Noticing that my dearest little sister has just woken up, I relaxed a little. Mainly because I can see it in her almond shaped eyes, the light pink tint no longer on my cheeks as I bent down on my knees. "Y-"

Let me pause right here. The reason why I was blushing was mainly due to the fact that, this little girl. This adorable little girl named Nessaline; loves to be called Nessy, would scold me forever if she found out I had ever chased her prince charming around like a lost puppy. By prince charming, I meant her nine year old nephew. Well, step nephew since my brother married a widow with two children. Another one on its way in a week or so, it's his by the way.

"I got you now!" Yelping, I was yanked to the ground by Cole's rather firm grip around my neck. I kept my eyes focused on Nessy's as her facial expressions altered from confusion, shock, rage. "Cole! You leave my sister alone right now!" The level in her voice rose in pitch, high now as she screeched and stomped her fluffy bunny slippers.

"And stop calling her Essy," Natalie piped up. After a while, the room grew eerily quiet as my dearest sister-in-law hummed to some music on her iPod. The sizzling sound of bacon popping heard from where we were. I glanced up and watched as Cole's grip around my neck loosened, looking up at him now, he looked pretty embarrassed and guilty before looking at the ground beside him in shame. He refused to make eye contact with any of us, his body trembling as he sniffled. I can already tell, by now, my nine year old sister is probably crumbled. "I'm sorry Nessy.. I'm sorry Aunty Essa," one no, two tears left Cole's sea blue eyes. He was so sensitive and sweet, I could eat him up. But, his birthday is coming up in a few days and I already know that he doesn't want to be spoiled by me anymore.

Before I could do anything to comfort him, Nessy ran to him, her bun falling from atop of her head as it dropped into a wavy bob. Her face hidden in his neck as Natalie and I watched this.

After a while, Cole's arms numbly wrapped themselves around Nessy's frail body. Awkwardly, I scooted from the two children, settling beside Natalie.

Heavy breathing? Is that what I am hearing now?

Glancing to my right, I noticed Natalie as she gripped the Jango piece in her hand. Watching her brother and supposedly 'aunt' hug each other quietly. I patted her head though, smiling softly at my niece before whispering into her ear, "He'll come Nat. Don't stop believing, okay?" After I pulled away from her, she glared at the ground in disbelief. Her body slowly relaxing before she looked up at me in awe and teary eyes. Since she's Cole's eldest sister by five minutes, they resembled the straight blonde hair and sea green eyes. Well, Nat had sea green, Cole had sea blue.

"Capture?" That was the question she had asked. That's what I like about my niece too. She admires my work and loves me to death, which brightens my aura everyday. She glanced at the phone in my back pocket, hesitantly reaching for it before I softly pushed her hand down. It was a short pause, a small smile resting on my lips as I took my iPhone 4S out of my butt pocket. Clicking the power button and sliding the screen up, my camera angled towards the two children. Capturing this moment before it was too late.

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Okay, so, I know this is short but, I promised an update today. Plus, i've a lot to do and wanted to upload this before it was too late. ❤

Now, here are the question(s) of the month that I want you to answer:

1. What do you think about the title? Do you think you know why I named it this?

2. What do you think about the whole 'Capturing the moment' thing? Do you think you know what I mean by this as well?

3. Do you know your Archetypes? If so, list them all. Or some. :3

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