Grey Skies

Stoic

Chapter 3

Sophie

I take deep breaths, trying to calm myself down before I go downstairs, but nothing is working. I can't believe I lost the book after a day of trying to find it. But where did I lose it? It must be somewhere in the house; maybe in dad's luggage? Maybe in the small library? Maybe one of the servants found it, and put it in mum's room after seeing her name on the front? It could be anywhere in the house. I reluctantly go back downstairs to join my waiting parents, I really don't want to tell them that I lost the journal. So I decide to tell them a little white lie; it was stolen by sinister forces. Wait, the only person that would have been able to steal it would have been Lynn, but I love Lynn, she's like an older sister to me. No, I have to tell them the truth, and even though it will be hard, it has to be done, there's no way around it. I walk down the oak stairs, running my hand across the elaborate banister, and when I reach the bottom, I briefly wonder if it's worth it to tell them, but I have to, or else I'll feel guilty. So with one final deep breath, I walk in to the library.

"Mum, dad," deep breath, "I can't find mum's journal."

"Sophie, I don't really need the journal," she lies. I can see her eyes becoming misty, which is strange, this journal must mean a lot to her, she hardly ever shows any emotion.

"M-mum, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She replies, as she wipes her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Okay, I'm tired and I'm going up to bed now." I won't lie, this situation is making me uncomfortable.

"Goodnight, darling. Oh, we're going to brunch tomorrow with Liz and her family." My mother replies, changing the subject.

"We are?" My father and I ask in unison.

"Yes, so be ready to leave by ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

"I will. Goodnight dad. Goodnight mum." I say one last time before going to bed.

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I wake up with the sun streaming in through my red curtains. I roll over to the side of my wooden four-poster bed to look at the clock. It reads 9:44. "No, no, no, no." I need to take a shower, pick out what I'm wearing, do my hair, and do my make up in twenty minutes. I need to get ready. I go over to my chest of drawers and get out a pair of white capri jeans, and a blue long sleeve shirt, and then get my white and blue floral scarf from Paris, finishing the outfit with gray flats. I then run in to my bathroom and take a shower. When I get out and get dressed, make up done, hair straightened, and earrings (pearls) on, I rush down the stairs and get to the foyer with one minute to spare. I breath a sigh of relief, and then I am joined by my parents. Who are talking about the journal.

"Hi Sophie, you look wonderful today."

"Thank you, dad."

"Daes is waiting, we should be going."