A New Beginning

Chapter 1: Thinking This is The Beginning of Something New

Chapter 1: Thinking that this is the beginning of something new

Why am I thinking that this is the beginning of something new? May it perhaps be the start of a flower blooming?

Alice Clair Watson's Picture is up there. 😀😆

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Alice's POV

     A new day finally begins, the sun rises and shines very brightly. The moon finally gone, but even though the sun is out, the cold air is still here.

" Brr....It's freezing" I say while shaking. I'm covered with a thick blanket and it's still cold. I try to get out of bed with this kind of morning and get ready to go down. But you know, even with this kind of morning, I'm still happy. Happy since I can finally go to school again. After 5 years of being home schooled and complaining, my father finally agreed to let me go to school. He listed up some rules and he says there's more but, the feeling of being able to be "normal" is much much more important. And of course, once a few rules or so are broken, he will stop me from going to school and back to being home schooled and trapped in this house. Most people would rather not go to school, I'm different from those people.

I went to my wardrobe and got a dress or a skirt, and as my father instructed since a long time ago, I must wear these kinds of clothes, fancy, would be the word. I forgot to mention, I'm the billionaires daughter. And why did I have to mention that, you ask? Well, my intention is not bragging and more of informing and reasoning why these stuffs are happening to me.

Okay, now let me tell you a bit about my family. My father's name is Ricardo James Watson, age 45 but 5 years ago, he was 40 years old. My mother is, well, dead. She died five years ago, it was because of a car accident. Typical reason of death? Well, anyways, her name was Alexa Jane Halls- Watson, died at age 39. And finally, me. My name is Alice Clair Watson, age 16. Well that's about it when you talk about some basic info. I didn't include the birth date though. Well, my birthday is February 24 2000 and well, that's about it for now, I guess.

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I wear my outfit , which consisted of a black strapless shirt with long sleeves, a plaid red skirt and black stockings. And as you may ask, my father said dress but he also said that this was okay. Anything was okay as long as it was presentable and appropriate, which it was. My skirt isn't too short which is good and not to long which was not what I would ever wear, it was a few inches above my knee. I also get out some black heels that weren't too high. I'm not oh so good at these stuff, even after years of wearing them.

I walk to the mirror to see how I look. I see my long wavy blonde and brown hair fall down. My fair skin that seems to not even have a scratch but well, I do. Behind my neck that is, it's not noticeable though, it was covered by the hair and of course my outfit. I examine my face to see if there was any problem with it. No eye bags, no pimples and no dirt. Only my same old, same old face with my black eyes. I don't look like anyone special, because I really am not special. My dad's the one who's amazing, not me. I remember during elementary, my classmates used to compliment me, saying words like, " wow! you're amazing!" and stuff. But I don't believe them, not ever have I believed them. When I was child I was a cheerful girl who seemed completely dense about the things happening around her, but, I wasn't like that. Deep inside, I would examine the people around and because when I was younger but not too young, I already started to read some books which resulted in me having an imaginative mind. I would compare the things happening in reality to the events in the book.

As I kept thinking and talking to my self,I heard a quiet knock on the door, thinking it was the maid, Maria knocking, instead of running, I walk as elegantly as possible, maintaining my posture as well.

When I reached the door, I opened it. It was not Maria,but another maid. I think she was called Jamie. Jamie is my mother's niece. She knew her quite well that when I ask about my mother, she always knows what to tell.

"Ali, are you finished? Breakfast is ready and Sir Ricardo doesn't like you being late." She says. Maria calls me Ali but my father has no problem with it. He sometimes like it better when they just think of us as a normal family and not some people who have a " high social status " in society.

"Yes, well, almost. Just a few more minutes and I'll be done." I say softly.

I run back to the mirror to see if everything was okay and then walked out. I wanted to see if my attire was appropriate. I don't want my father taking back what he said just because
Of some inappropriate clothing that only us can see.

As we walked, Maria looked like she had something in mind. Like she wants to tell me something but isn't allowed to. Although she was like that, She still looked and was like a proper lady. She did not walk roughly or as boyish as I was before, instead, she just walks casually with her hands linked in the front.

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When we reached the dining room, I was greeted by some servants and of course, my father who was sitting in the middle of the table looking impatient.

"Alice, what took you so long? You were never this late before." He said worriedly. He is right, I was never this late before.

"I just had somethings to think about." I say. He must be thinking that it was because of the idea of me going to school.

" Is it about the topic we had yesterday? It is something to think about thoroughly but that doesn't mean you should be late." He asks. I knew it. I just sometimes know my father so well, but that doesn't mean I know everything about him. For all I know he may be a bad person hiding in a innocent looking body but that fact seems impossible, not kidding.

"No, I think. I wouldn't think about it that much as for I was the one who was so willing to go to school. I've wanted it for 5 years, in fact." I replied politely. This wasn't exactly true but it isn't wrong as well. I was the one who wanted to go to school the most. Even though the chances of me being bullied is high, that doesn't really matter for I wish to have a normal life. Though normal doesn't come with bullying like it was some kind of pack or something.

"Then what is bothering you?" He asks back to his worried self.

" My...My music. It was really hard to concentrate...I don't know why though. I haven't been able to produce an original for a while might even be a week. The reason wasn't about school though." I say with no confidence. This was half true. I do play some instruments mostly the piano and the marimba, but lately, I wasn't as enthusiastic as I was before. Well at least before my mom died.

For minutes, we continued talking and after what seemed like forever, we finally ate the food before us. As always, it was yummy. The chef here is really good.

After eating, as I was about to excuse myself, my father had something to tell me.

" Oh, and Alice..." He calls out to me.

" Tomorrow, a boy named Benjamin William James will come here. You'll get to know more when you two meet. That's all" He continues.

"Okay." I say plainly as I walked back to my room.

I wonder what role he'd be playing here...

Well, something makes me think that this is the beginning of something new.

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Hi! It's my first original story, well this is the first story that wasn't taken in the anime world since I wanted to improve my writing skills and grammar. Any critics is very much appreciated. Thanks