tragical romance | bryles ♡

chapter one - "a mix up?"

there i was, a girl without a family. i was lost. i felt lonely, i really had no one. sure there were the workers who took care of me and whatnot but i really just wanted a family. after years and years of praying and asking for one, an opportunity came my way and i sprung for the chance.

one of my favourite workers, charlene had come into my room to tell me the amazing news that someone was looking for a child for work. i get that sounds pretty bad.. but i wanted a family pretty bad.. so i took the chance. i told her i'd do anything. she couldn't help but laugh at how happy i was about this opportunity, she said i was like a child at christmas time. after a few days of patiently waiting until it was time for me to go home, it was finally time. i packed all of my things, put on my best dress, had one of the older girls braid my hair then i said goodbye and i was off! i was so excited to get out of that hell whole and start a life, i couldn't wait to get out there.

once we got to the train station, we waited and waited for my new family to arrive. it took about two hours until we finally heard from the orphanage.. i was saddened to hear that there was a mix up - they wanted a boy and not me. it hurt me, like really badly. all i wanted was a nice and happy place to live.. when i thought that i was finally getting that, it was all ripped away? i was so sad until this man came over to us and told me that he's always wanted a girl. he's now my dad, alan nolet. but i'm getting ahead of myself.

he took me home, i was about eleven at the time, so of course i had many questions and i definitely talked his ear off. but hey, what can you do? being on a train for an hour then going on a two hour drive? talk about a road trip! of course you're going to get to know someone after spending all that time together. after probably the longest journey of his life we pulled up to a little farm house, i was confused but still excited. they lived on a farm, they wanted someone to work? i love animals! so i would definitely be the most amazing fit for the job - obviously.

i looked out my window and i seen a really beautiful woman, that must be his wife, i thought to myself as he parked. i smiled happily and got out, grabbing my bags of course. he led me up to the house as his wife looked at me, very confused.

"alan?" she said annoyingly, "who is this? where's brian?"

he laughed a little, "funny you should ask. there was a mix up with the papers and now we've got miss briar anne here with his," he looked down at me and smiled. she looked down at me as well but.. she wasn't as happy.

"a mix up? this is outrageous. i'm calling them right now," she sighed whilst heading into the lovely home. alan and i followed behind.

he grabbed her hand, forcing her to stop before she did or said anything stupid. he looked at me kindly, "sweetie, why don't you go upstairs and unpack your things?"

i nodded and quickly made my way up, it was very spacious. much better than where i was staying before. there were two bedrooms and the bathroom.. and let me just say my bedroom was literally the size of the old orphanage! crazy right?

anyway, i really don't know what happened after that.. i heard a lot of yelling and arguing but eventually alan's wife, tamara, who is now my amazing mom came up and apologized for her actions. i understood why she was so upset, a girl like me comes in when she was expecting a boy must be a huge disappointment but i assured her that i would be the best daughter she would ever have. and of course, i didn't lie.

over the next few years, i just worked on the farm. i didn't want to cause any trouble or to be an inconvenience to anyone so i just did whatever they told me. they didn't work me to the bone or anything - i just wanted to make them happy, so i did all that i could. plus it was fun working there. i got to feed the horses, sometimes even ride them. they let me name all of the chickens and they even got me a puppy when i begged for one for christmas! i love daisy so much, she's literally my best friend in the whole wide world, we do everything together and i can't even imagine my life without her.

i'm sixteen now and life is pretty great. i've been living with the nolet's for about five years now. things are amazing, i work, i play with daisy, we go to the store, we go for a walk, we eat then sleep then repeat. it's an amazing life, one that i never thought i would ever have. i am so blessed.

one day, daisy and i were going for a walk. it was winter in canada so of course it was freezing out but i loved the snow. i never got to play in it when i was younger.. so i'm very fascinated by it. i held onto her leash tightly as we made our way through the cold deep snow.

as the walk went on, my hands got colder and colder. eventually, i had to put on my mittens, so i placed daisy's leash on top of the snow while i put them on. she must've heard someone talking or another dog because she started running. fast. so i ran after her of course. we kept running and running for what felt like forever.. then i finally caught up to her because a boy caught her? i looked at him, very confused because i never see anyone in these woods? it was weird.

"does this girl belong to you?" he smiled at me, his cheeks very red. don't know if it was from the cool air or if it's just because he seen me? that's silly of me to even think, of course it's because it's cold.

i smiled then took her back, "yeah she's mine. this is daisy," i held her closed.

he laughed a little, fixing his hat, "hello daisy, i'm myles. and you are?" he looked into my eyes, i looked back. his eyes were so deep and beautiful yet looked so innocent and lovely.. they were perfect.

"i-i..i-i'm..uh.. cold!" i turned around and started running. ugh i'm so stupid! the one time i got to talk to someone other than my parents and i blew it? i hate myself sometimes!

"wait!" i heard him call out to me but i just kept going home. i couldn't help but feel embarrassed. why would i run away? i'm so dumb.

but it's whatever. i'll probably never see him again. my favourite saying that my mom always says is that if it won't matter in five years then you shouldn't spend more than five minutes worrying about it. this is the first time i had to use one of her silly sayings in real life but hey, i guess everything is said for a reason.