When the gypsy met the gorga

Chapter 5: Millie

Stefan....He was so cute and so sweet even though  kind of serious.

"Eat up sweet pea", said Gran.

"Not too hungry", I said.

"You're not trying to diet, are you?",asked Grandpa.

"WHAT!!! No. I had a snack at 6,"I said.

"Well atleast have a bit of pudding. You love caramel pudding,"said Gran. So I had a bit to make them be quiet. They fussed over me a lot but that's what grandparents are for.

They were my everything since I could remember. I was a stroppy little kid but Gran and Grandpa sorted it out with love and stipulation. My Gran and Grandpa were amazing people and everyone in the village liked them. Grandpa was  a lawyer but then he worked for a children's foundation in the neighbouring village. He arranged homes for abandoned kids  and found providers and medical help for the ones at care homes. He was also a decsion maker on what happened in the village. Gran was a home maker but she helped out whenever there were fairs or fetes. She also helped at the local school nursery sometimes. We weren't rich or anything but nor were we poor. Grandpa started the tea shop so people might want to abandon greasy, fatty food. I wasn't too sure but there's no harm in trying except that not much of their savings were left but people seemed to try accept it. Still, what we had was enough to live with. My mum died when I was little and none of us know what happened to my Dad. But that didn't matter because Gran and Grandpa were there.

"How's Hester?",asked Grandpa. He was nervous about the racism she might face.

"She might need to quit", I said

"I hope no one's giving her any trouble."

"No her future in laws are moving into town and her community wouldn't agree with her working."

"She works hard. I hope she doesn't leave." I nodded, hoping the same.

Gran and Grandpa spent a year actually thinking up the white rose and its menu. I was busy with my GCSE's. I managed 8 A*s and 2 As. Right now I'm doing my A2 levels at the county college. I wanted to become an anthropologist to learn about cultures and races. The four subjects I had taken up were sociology ,philosophy, biology and history. I also wanted to help get rid of racism through activism. Grandpa and Gran were always motivating me to follow my dreams. He discussed day to day news topics with me and Gran always made pick up snacks and drinks in between my studies. She sometimes stayed up late at night with me. I felt mean about that so I pretended to sleep early and studied with a torch under my blanket afterwoods.

 It was our easter break and I was on break from studying. Suddenly a noise errupted. It sounded like people cheering.

"That must be our new inhabitants. Sounds like they're having fun," said Grandpa scraping the last of the mashed potatoes on his plate.

I wondered if I should tell them about Stefan. NO!!! It was just a little girly crush. Why did I have to blow things out of proportion? It wasn't like it would get anywhere. So I didn't tell them but it only made it worse because I couldn't get his face or those biceps or his voice out of my head. That smile was to die for. I went into my bedroom which was actually the flat next to my grandparents'.

I stared out of my bedroom window beyond the woods into the now colourful ground that was buzzing with life. I think some one was dancing.

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"The neighbours have started complaining", said Gran who was in the kitchenette making scrambled eggs as I sat down for breakfast.

"Complaing about what?", I asked.

"The party", said Grandpa not looking up from the paper. "Apparently it was too loud." I stared. Maybe the cheers were but not the music. But that was practically because we lived right next to the ground.

"It ended by 11..."Grandpa shrugged.

"There's also been talk about swindling and thieving."

"That doesn't sound right", I said. "They've only just got here."

"That's what the villagers are saying."

"Maybe you could talk to them."

"I may have a couple of good acquaintances here but that doesn't mean they'll change their opinion just like that."

I think it's unfair that people can be so mean. I remember how every one ignored and assaulted the few muslim families around the area after 9/11. Those families had been there for ages and also helped the village in many ways. Yet, people forgot that. Grandpa spoke up when things got out of hand and they got assaulted. He spoke about how terrorism wasn't about islam then there was the three years of awkward silence but things turned  normal afterwards.