Dark Blue - Part 1

#1 - I Put a Spell On You

Being a new girl in a new school is always hard. Priscilla missed her friends back home; she missed the familiarity, the comfort and smell of home. She missed her school and teachers, the noisy kids on the block, the ice cream truck that would always come around at the same time every day, she missed it all.

Having been uprooted from house to house in her past, Priscilla was no stranger to starting anew.

Growing up, Priscilla was always too pretty, therefore she found it hard to make friends right away. Most girls were intimidated by her good looks, others thought she just looked like a plain ol' bitch. But by the time she had reached Del Valle Jr. High, she had established herself long enough to become one of the most popular girls in school. Priscilla received the highest marks in all her classes. She was dubbed the Queen of Del Valle Jr. High in her last year.

But that was all about to change.

"Father, I don't want to move to England! Its going to be a complete drag." wined Priscilla and she stomped her feet angrily on the kitchen floor.

"I'm sorry my dear, you have no choice." said her father, Paul Beaulieu, as he placed his hands on both of her shoulders giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"I don't understand why we always have to move; things were going so good here! What about my friends?"

"Priscilla, we are leaving for England one week from today and that is final!" her father shouted, thusly ending the argument.

Priscilla's father was a sergeant in the Army. He was constantly being moved from base to base whenever the army need be. Her mother Ann was always supporting her husband, Priscilla and her younger brother and sister. Ann was the pillar of strength that held the family together, throughout every move.

Late one evening, Priscilla was packing up some of her belongings with a few drying tears in her eyes when she came across a box. She had never seen the box before and wondered how it got into her closet in the first place.

Opening the top, she found some strange pictures of herself as a baby, her mom and a strange man. Inside the box was also correspondence, addressed to her mom and a folded up American flag.

"Mother!?" she shouted as she ran from her room clutching the strange picture in her hand.

Priscilla looked around the house, calling for her mom until she found her.

"What is it sweetie?" replied Ann as she stood in the kitchen, packing away a few pots and pans.

"Who is this?" said Priscilla holding the photograph up to her mother face.

Ann's face turned ghostly white.

"Mother who is this man?" Priscilla demanded.

"Priscilla..." Ann took a jagged breath, "That man, is your father. Your real father."

"What do you mean my real father? Who have I been living with for 16 years?" Priscilla demanded.

"Cilla, sit down" Ann stated, slightly shaking. "Your fathers name was James Wagner. He was a navy pilot. We met when we were only 15 years old. We were in love. We had gotten married a few years later and we then had you. One day he was flying home to see you and his airplane malfunctioned. He died in a plane crash Priscilla, we were all alone."

"Mother I don't want to hear anymore!!!" shouted Priscilla as she covered her ears.

"Priscilla please listen to me, your father loved you very much." Ann pleaded with her daughter as tears streamed down both of their faces.