The Unknown

The Unnown

I was woken up by my mother and fathers orders as usual. I get up and my mother helps me dress. I don't bother to bathe now because of what will await me later. I am walking to the dining room admiring the pieces of artwork that the Medicis let my father keep after all his great work, effort and staying by their sides even though this shouldn't happen.

My father carried his boxes of paints and paper. I grabbed the brushes and canvases and we headed off to the Medicis. My father was going to start a new painting a teach my friend a thing or two more about art. A family portrait for them, he of course agreed not just because of the amount he would get, but the Medicis were really kind and attentive to our need. This is why my father

must love his job.

We arrived, all of us ,my parents and my 3 other siblings. My mother doesn't mind that my father works as an artist as long as he helps her with needs around our home. My mother would still love him as an artist, architect, scientist, or even as a homeless man off the streets.

My older brother, Ralph, just 17, doesn't mind my fathers love of the arts, though he's not very fond of it he would rather work home and help tend crops and build things.

My younger brother, Francis (we call him Frankie), loves to stay home and help Ralph out, Frankie being only 8 years-old is hardworking.

My sister Monica, as loving as she can be plays a bit much. She once tried to play 'Guess what this is' and made a mess out of one of our fathers pieces of artwork. My father of course thought it was fine and all because she's just 3, but when Francis does it on accident he gets a good whoop or two.

As we arrived at the Medici's, they gave a warm welcome and greeted us with a feast and pastries. My brother doesn't like that others give us pity and charity. But my father always reminds him this is part of what he does and this is when hard work is payed off. To be a able to give his family a home, a place where can rest and be safe at our worse times.

After we eat we all go to the Entertainment room. We are welcomed with the whitest of smiles framed by the best of material. The portraits of the Medicis. Each of the 5 members. Lord Martin Medici the 3rd in the back of the rest, the tallest as well. Lady Anna Medici, a very kind thin women sitting in the front, right under Lord Medici. To the left of The Lord and in my perspective to the right side of the portrait, Prince Tristan Medici, the oldest of the children and almost the tallest of the Medicis, barely reaching the tip of his father hair by an inch or two, he was turning 17 in a a few days. Right beside Lady Medici, was Julia, Princess Julia, dressed in a dark-blue Satan dress that makes her hazel eyes pop. And between her mother and herself, there was the youngest, Prince Maxwell, only 7 and understands the ropes he must do as the youngest.

"Zaria, get the supplies" my father orders me as he gets the canvases from the dining room. I go back to the entrance of their home, and am surprised to see the brushes and paints to be missing.

I walk back, to find my father explaining to Jewels (my name for Julia, she doesn't mind it, she actually likes it) the different Things he has to do to get the color to be just right. Jewels looks fascinated, as I was when my father noticed my love of the arts. Jewels must have flt my presence because she looked back and showed me the hundreds of my fathers and my own brushes in her hands.

"Sorry" she whispered.

I was about to turn around to look for the paint, when I felt hands go on my shoulders.

"Ralph, stop being so rude," I said my father started to get different containers and mixing colors.

"Try to at least be a bit greatfu-" I turned around to push Ralph off until I noticed it was him. He smiled, his white smile making me smile right back.

"Sorry" he said, he sounded just like his sister.

"No, it's fine Tristan," I said he put his hands behind his back and just made a small sound, it sounded like a laugh.

"Sorry, about almost hurti-"

"Zaria don't worry about it" he said as he placed his hand on my shoulder. He slowly moved it down to my hand. And held it in his swaying it around a little bit. His hand in mine and mind in his, he hand a loose grip, but I was hoping he would let my hand loose but also hold it tighter a bit longer. He must have seen me a bit uncomfortable and let go.

"Zaria follow me" I followed him upstairs. I looked at my father still with Jewels, and brushes, they started to paint a fruit basket. My mother was having a conversation with the mrs. Medicis. Mr. Medici must have gone somewhere for business. Jewels looked back at us, she looked happy but then noticed something that I must have not. She looked at me deep into my eyes, they had a concerned and had a startled look in them hazel eyes. She looked at Tristan, she looked disappointed, but Tristan must have been doing something, that he didn't notice.

I couldn't go through. Could I?