Five Day Drama

Chapter 1

"Fira dear, you know what is coming up, right?" Elle said pulling Fira’s fiery red hair into a tight ponytail. She wrapped a black tie around it and nodded in approval.

Fira winced in pain, she hated when her mother did her hair. "Yes mother, I know my birthday is coming and I know the party is in three days and..."

"And you know what you're to do there?" Her mother interrupted. Fira rolled her eyes and stared out the window.

Elle grabbed the curling iron to begin adding curls to Fira’s hair, Fira pulled away as best as she could. "Yes mother, I know I'm to announce the person who I want to marry there," said Fira. She sighed; she had known exactly what her mother meant. Her mother had meant that she was going to announce that she wanted to marry Josue, but she knew that was not going to be the case. Even though her mother and father had wanted her to marry Josue, she knew she would never dare say ‘I do’ to that self centered prince.

Elle smiled and pulled her daughter back to her. "Just making sure that you know your duties as a princess, dear," she said. She wrapped a small section of hair around the iron. Fira leaned forward to try to keep her mother from burning her scalp.

Fira’s mother jumped as a voice filled the room. "Elle, Elle, Elle, where are you Elle?” A man with gray, brown hair entered the room. Elle pulled the curling iron away from Fira’s head. Fira’s hand went straight up to her head. Her mother had managed to burn her scalp again.

The man turned and said Elle. “Oh there you are you need to go stop your daughter again," said Fira father, Eric, breathing heavy from running around. He placed his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

Fira sighed and Elle walked over to Eric. "Oh Eric what did Fikia do this time?" Elle questioned her panting husband.

Fira smirked as she removed the black tie from her hair, "I bet she's screaming at Flora again."

Eric stared at his daughter a bewildered look on his face. Then asked, "Your right Fira, but how did you know?"

Fira ruffled her hair making it into a complete mess again and replied, "What else does she do, come on what does any other 13 year old do? Plus I know I did the same thing to Flora when I was 13, remember father?"

"Sadly yes I remember. Now Elle will you please go stop her?" Eric pleaded.

Fira jumped up from her chair to take the position, “No, no. I will take care of it mother go on and go finish working for my birthday party, please." Fira hurried out the room as fast as possible so her mother could say nothing to stop her. She was tired of being nagged about getting her party dress done. It wasn't even the color she had wanted but she had known that there was no way of talking her mother out of a decision her mother had made, no matter what the decision was. She hurried towards her sister's room, rubbing the spot on her head where her mother had burned her. Down the hall outside her sister's room she could hear her sister still screaming at Flora. She opened the door and the room became silent. She smirked knowing that her sister knew that when Fira screamed no one wanted to be around, and when she had meant ‘no one’ she meant no one. Sometimes it could take days to get Fira to stop screaming. "Flora you may leave now," Fira told Flora in a hushed voice. Flora rushed out the room and said a quick thank-you to Fira as she left. "Fikia, dear sister, what did mother and father tell you about screaming?" Fira questioned her sister, a hint of mockery in her voice.

"I'm sorry Fira, but this time I have a good reason," Fikia pleaded trying to make her eyes look as innocent as possible.

In disbelief Fira asked, "Really what is that?"

"They won't leave me alone about this dress for your birthday party," Fikia replied lifting up the dress on her.

Fira replied holding up her own dress, "You think I like it? I don't want to be doing this either and if I did I would have it at least a color I like."

"You mean red, right now I would even pick red rather then this ugly color," showing her sister the bright pink fabrics all over her bed. Fira started to laugh at that along with her sister because they had both known that her sister never did like the color red. That's one reason she was glad she was the second daughter and not a son. Not being either meant she didn't have to stay in her homeland, and she knew her homeland was always covered in red colors. She was able to run off to whatever kingdom she chose.

Fira stopped laughing, frowned, and said, "Right now I don't even want to go to my own party, you know what they want me to do and you know how Josue act and even you can tell I don't like him." Fikia always being very sneaky popped up behind her sister. Her sister had knew the look on her face and smiled. "What's the plan?" she asked wondering.

"It's perfect, first you, and me sadly, deal with the dresses and go to the party and there find out who you like there, I'm sure there has to be at least one person who notices you and is nice to you. Then at the end of the party just say that person instead of Josue," Fikia smiled like she was a genius.

Fira said, "I'm not sure….Mother and father will be in such a shock. I don’t know if I could do that." She tries to keep a straight face but very unsuccessful and started to explode in laughter, "Your right it is perfect and I don't care if mother and father are shocked but I would rather have them shocked then marry Josue….” So now they had a plan and she knew it would work but the problem was just who would be that person's name that she said and that she would marry? Saying goodbye to her sister with a giggle she hurried out the room and went to the kitchen to ask the cook, Francisco, for a favor. Hurrying in she screamed, "Francisco, where are you?"

"Here your highness, "Francisco said, his strong Italian accent lingering behind his deep voice. He waved from the storage area.

Fira put her hands on her hips and smirked. Fira said, "You know I don't like people to call me that.”

"Just picking, you know, so what is it that you wanted?" questioned Francisco.

Fira replied, "You make it sound as if the only thing I ever need you for is favors, but your right this time I do need a favor. I need you to please keep my mother going crazy with the food today. I need to think and I don't want to think with her nagging me about my dress."

"No problemo, I can handle her simply, "Francisco said.

"Thanks," said Fira. She gave him a hug and rushed out of the palace, out to the garden. Once she reached the garden she sat under the tree at the very far end of the garden. "Now I can talk," she said to herself. She knew no one but her mother came that far and her mother only came that far when she was looking for her. "Let me think who all is going to be there, let's see there's going to be White Wolf, Shakina, Venus, Kaysone, Azaroth, Ivy, Crimson, Clover, and Angel plus who ever else mother invites that I don't know. So out of everyone I know it seems like Azaroth is going to be my husband or I'm stuck with Josue. That leaves me with little choices, so I'm going to be talking to a lot of people I don't know." She sighed and got up to walk back to her room to get started on the plan, and the dress. On her way back to the palace she saw a carriage and thought they may be having company so she hurried. She wanted change out of her dress that was still not finished. When she got inside she saw Francisco talking to her mother and carefully went around without being seen and went up to her room to change. She changed into her favorite red dress, it was a nice, simple dress and it was lightweight, then she hurried down stairs when she heard her mother call.

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A/N: So what do you think so far? This is a story I started writing about 5 or 6 years ago. I have 14 chapters wrote right now and I'm working on editing it to make it a lot better. I will be trying to upload once a week to every other week depending on work. Please be honest I love for people to tell me how they really feel and how to make my story better.

P.S. If you don't like the story please give me a way to make it better.

Thanks,

Dorothy Higarashi