THE BITTEN PASSION

chapter 4

Today I woke up really late. I dragged myself out of bed, in the shower, and in front of my walk in closet. I decided to ware white shorts, a flow red top with buttons gowning down in the front, and coral strapped sandals. I tied my hair in a ponytail too.

    Once I was finished getting ready, I ran downstairs to the kitchen (my favorite place in the house, beside my room.) Brookie was sitting down drinking tea and eating blood oranges. “Brookie! What's that ring on your finger?” I asked setting my coffee down. “Oh this!” she said looking at her hand. “This, my fiancé gave me it.” She said with no care in the world. “*Gasps* Female dog! Your getting married!” I yelled over excited. “HAHA. Yeah calm down Daniella its not a big deal.” Again, no care in the world. “You need to work on that attitude, you’re turning 20 next month.” I said finally calming down. Mission Accomplished.

       After breakfast, I went to check the mail. I grabbed the handful of about 100 letters we received. “Sis, have you ever picked up the mail since we got here?” I yelled from downstairs. “Never, why?” she said. “There’s so much mail!” I said separating bills from others. I then came across one that caught my eyes. It was addressed to, Princess Daniella and Brook Smith. On the front of this really pretty black envelope. Me being… well me, I opened the fancy envelope before Brook came downstairs and started reading.

    

    To:   your royal highnesses Daniella and Brook Smith.

     

        You’re invited to the annual Vampire Mascaraed Ball !

          Place:  105  Lilac Ave. London, England 20309

                       Date &  Time :  June 30   7:00pm

                         R.S.V.P:  223-107-7896

  

      “OMG! We’re going to a ball.” I told Brook, while dancing randomly. “When?” she asked. I looked at the invitation and replied, “June 30th.” She nodded her head and went back upstairs. I called everyone I knew asking if they were going to the ball. They replied “yes” and “of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

     After that moment I decided to take a walk around the park. I told Brook and walked out. While walking around I bumped into someone and almost fell. “Whoa! I’m so sorry, of should have seen where I was walking.” The voice said to me. I looked over my glasses to see a head full of curls, and green eyes boy. “Hi, I’m Harry. What’s your name love?” His Cheshire accent said. “Daniella.” I said. “Nice to meet you Daniella. Would you like some ice cream? Something I can do for a beautiful girl like you.” He asked. “Sure I love ice cream.” I said getting energetic.

   

     Both of us walked to an ice cream parlor that was close by. Once we entered I took off my glasses. “So, what do you want to order?” he asked looking into my eyes. “I would like a cookie monster, vanilla, and cookie dough.” I told the cashier person. I looked at Harry and found him starring at me. “Um… Harry, are you going to order?” I asked. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry, I was …your just beautiful.” He said and ordered.

   We sat down in the corner and ate our ice cream. I started feeling uncomfortable. Was some one staking me? I looked around and saw no one. “Love, you okay?” he asked. “Huh, no, nothing wrong.” I replied and we talked a bit more.

   It was getting late and so we left home, He insisted on walking me to my house. Harry was 16, like me, curly brown hair, green eyes, and from London.

     When we reached my doorsteps, we looked at each other. “This is me.” I said and pointed at my door. “Yeah. So can I get your number?” he asked. “Sure here.” I said and we switched phones. “Here you go.” I handed his phone. He grabbed it and handed mine. “I’ll see you another day, right?” I asked and looked down. “Yeah.” He replied. We looked at each other’s eyes and he started to lean over and kissed my cheek. “See you.” We said and he left.

     I entered the house to find a pissed off Brook. “Who the fugen hell is he?” she said angry. “Don’t worry. His name is Harry and he’s really sweet.” I said going to my room. “We'll finish this tomorrow, Daniella!” she yelled and slammed her door. “Sisters.” I mumbled.