This is the story of a girl who lives a life one can only dream of. This is the story of a girl who asked for nothing, yet was given the world. This is the story of a girl who was perceived as a shining star. The sun of her father's life. This is th...
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Aria's POV:
A gentle, scratchy feeling on the back of my neck begins to stir me out of my peaceful sleep. I feel a warm, gentle finger begin to stroke my cheek as another hand pets my dark brown hair. "Riaaa. . . " a gentle but familiar voice coos in my ear, "It's time to wake up, darling." My back arches and I flop onto my belly as I whisper, "Shhhhh. I'm sleeping." "C'mon, dear. You need to get up so Terry can get you and Ash to your lessons." Papa says. Ugh. . . I seriously hate mornings. I hastily try to pull my covers over my head when they are ripped out of my hands and I am forced out of bed. "Papaaaa!" I whine. "Now now. . . Enough of this nonsense. I am going to go wake up your brother and you better be dressed and downstairs in 10." Papa says with a stern voice. As he walks out of my room, I grumpily proceed with my morning schedule.
I slowly get myself dressed in my custom made pink Queen shirt from the We Will Rock You tour, white ripped jeans, and my famous pink converse to make my way down stairs to join Papa and my brother for breakfast. "Good morning, sunshine!" Joe, our chef, chimes. I groan in response as I wrap myself in one of Papa's sweatshirts and plop myself on his lap. As a result of my groaning, I receive a quick flick on my cheek. "Knock it off, little miss. That was rude." Papa says sternly as I hold my cheek. "Sorry, Joe. I didn't sleep very well last night." I say sadly as Papa kisses the top of my head. I wasn't lying. I had a bad dream about a suitcase and a shadow of a woman who put me inside of the suitcase. Of all the things to dream about it was a suitcase and it woke me up so I tip-toed to Papa's room. I didn't want to be alone. "Don't worry about it, kid. I'm not a fan of mornings myself." Joe says with a chuckle, "Anyways, here is a nice plate of scrambled eggs with bacon, toast, and orange juice for the princess of Garden Lodge." I can't help but smile when he called me a princess. Some princess. . . Princesses are supposed to be strong and ready to fight anything that comes their way. Not me! Definitely not! Half the time I feel so poorly that I might end up in the hospital. When I get sick, I get sick and then some because my body doesn't have the strength to fight off infections. Let me tell you! If someone is caught either sneezing or coughing, they are banned from the house for two weeks to make sure that they are 100%. During that time, Papa makes sure the house is scrubbed from top to bottom to clear away any possible germs. It gets a little more complicated if Ash or Papa has any type of illness. Papa doesn't usually get sick, but he has his moments. When they get sick, I am ordered to stay as far away as I possibly can. If I have to come near them, I have to wear a surgical mask. For me, a cold turns into pneumonia and heaven forbid I get the flu. Sheesh, if I somehow get the flu, I might as well have the plague! My body barely rids itself of a stomach virus in 4 - 5 days. I am definitely not a princess . . . But I wish I was . . .
"Alright, you two," Papa chimes while Ash and I finish up our breakfast, "Terry will be here at 8'o clock. So, you need to get all of your things and run upstairs to brush your teeth. Let's spit spot to it." Ash and I pop off of the sofa and dash upstairs to do just that. We race back down stairs just in time for Terry to pull in. "Now," Papa begins again, "Today, when you return, I want the both of you to go straight upstairs. No questions." "We can't even say hello?" Ash questions. "No. I am having a guest as well as the rest of the boys over to discuss Live Aid. I will come upstairs to greet you both as soon as I can. I promise." Papa soothes him. "Now run along! I love you both so much. Have fun!" Papa hugs and kisses us swiftly as we run to the SUV. Papa has different cars for different occasions. Papa has his classic Rolls Royce for everyday use and a Mercedes Benz for us. He says that it keeps us a secret. I guess it's working so far. The drive to Mr. Parkin's house seems a little longer than normal. I guess I have a lot on my mind. . . my dream last night really got to me. I have so many questions, but I don't know if I really want to know the answers. "Here we are!" Terry pipes up with a smile. We say our thank yous and goodbyes as we walk into the house ready to learn. Right now we are studying the solar system in science. Uncle Brian would love this! It is actually some pretty cool stuff. "Hello, Mr. Parkin!" Ash and I say to make our presence known. "Ah! Hello hello! Just in time we are about to perform the snow globe experiment!" He says. Oooooh I have been really excited for this experiment!
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Wow! Oh my word it is beautiful! It turned out so well! I just can't find the words. It is safe to say that the experiment was a success. Mr. Parkin said that this can be an object to help calm us down if we start getting upset. It's mainly for his daughter, Lacey, Mr. Parkin says she has what's called artism. No that's not right. Umm. . . What's it called? Au auti au - ti - sm. Autism. It's something in her brain that doesn't allow her to connect with other people or talk. She mainly makes noises, but she is really sweet. "Alright, children! I am going to work with Ash and Lacey. I want you three to continue working on your fractions. Feel free to help each other if you get stuck." Mr. Parkin says as he goes over to my brother and Lacey. As soon as her father walks away, Emily, slides her chair closer to mine and whispers, "So, Ria, what's the scoop with Live Aid? I heard that Queen is a last minute decision." "Ugh," I groan playfully at her, "I don't know. Nothing is set yet. Now, quit nagging me like an old lady and help me with these fractions." Before we know it, it's time for lunch. After Ash and I eat our very delicious lunches from Joe, it time for Ash's and Lacey's rest time. This my, Emily's and Graham's time to go to the small library and work on our end of term essays. They aren't due until next month, but Mr. Parkin wants us to start now so we don't get behind. I mean it is good logic. Rest time is over so we eat an afternoon snack and Ash and Lacey have free play for the rest of the day while Emily, Graham, and I do Language, History, and Music. Finally, our "school" day has ended and we wait for Terry to come and get us so we can go home. I can't help but wonder who Papa's guest is. If Uncles, John, Roger, and Brian were coming, Papa wouldn't bother sending us upstairs. So who could be joining them? I guess we'll have to find out.
The drive was actually quite calming. I love going to lessons because I love to learn, but I really enjoy going home at the end of the day and just relaxing to let all the information I learned that day sink into my brain. My only question now is who is at home that Papa doesn't want us to see? Or is it the other way around? I know my brother is thinking the same, but we will find out soon enough. We pop out of the car and bolt into the house. I stop in my tracks when I hear a familiar Irish voice. I take a moment to poke my head around the corner to see if I'm wrong and I spot him. A face I have seen many time times. Paul Prenter. I hear Ash run up behind me and I quickly grab his hand and pull him up the stairs loudly to make our arrival known. Before I shut the door, I hear Papa say cheerfully, "Ah! They're home! Excuse me for a moment." A few moments later, Papa comes into the playroom/homework room and welcomes us home, "Hello, my babies!" We hastily get up from doing a little homework and run to his arms. "I'm terribly sorry that you two are stuck up here for awhile, but I don't want you near Paul right now. I promise that he should be here for a little while longer and then you both can come down and say hello to your uncles. Just please stay here." he pleads with his hands on our faces. We both nod in agreement and then walks out of the room. I know what you're possibly thinking. 'Oh he can't be all bad. Give him a chance Ria. He's your father's friend now you be nice.' Blah Blah Blah. I've heard it all before. I can't place it but there is something off about him. Every time he comes around, Papa is different. Paul does something to him and I don't like it. Ash is still too young to understand, but I don't like him. Little did I know that I was right. Little did I know that Paul would be behind the incident that changed not only my life, but my little brother's life forever.
*Hello, lovies! this is more of a filler chapter to sort of set up what is to come! I really hoped you all enjoyed it! Please like, vote, and comment to tell me if you liked it or what you want to see. lots of love ~ Freddies_Misfit!*
