You have never been outside because of your father, he forbids you to go outside or to go to school. In the past years, you have been homeschooled and when you need something like clothes or other important things your father hires a clothes designe...
On a beautiful day, a beautiful 19-year-old woman plays violin near the lake where are no boats to see. As she plays animals peak to see magnificent sounds coming out of the instrument. She opens her eyes to find some animals around her, she smiles and concentrates again on the sweet tones that she produces. But suddenly someone calls her name. 'Y/n! Where are you!?!?' 'Wait a minute, I'm coming!' she says back and waves the animals goodbye. She runs with her violin to the house and sees her father waiting for her by the backdoor. 'Where were you?' her father says and she says straight; 'Just playing violin by the lake.' 'Why by the lake, you know that if you aren't careful enough that it might plash into the water?' her father stated with a disappointed voice. 'Sorry father, I'll never do it again.' she says and steps inside.
Hi, my name is Wung Y/n, I'm 19 years old. I live in a house that is surrounded by many trees and a lake, It's also protected by a fence that is 2 or 3 kilometers from our house. The funniest thing is that I haven't seen other people than the employees that walk around the house or my two teachers (male and female) that come to teach my lessons like; Piano, violin, Harp, subjects like History, Maths, Geography, different languages, Art, ...etc. I live here when I was a baby, my father told that my mother died from my birth. So I don't know how it is to have a mother-figure. I planned when my father goes again on a business trip, I'll go to the attic to find some pictures of my birth. My father said that my mother died at the age of 27 when I was just 2 months old. From that time I only know this place: my home.
My home from behind:
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I go to my room and put my violin in the protecting suitcase and lay it down with the other instruments. I then go to the dining room to eat dinner with my father, but as always is my father not at the table because of his work. But I get it if he's busy with work because it's important, what he does for work I don't know.
I almost forgot to say that I can't swim, we have a pool but only my father use it. Why you might think it's because I never learned to swim or my dad didn't let me get swimming lessons from one of my teachers.
Days past and it's again Monday, I wake up and put a dress with laces and a flower pattern on. I do my sandals on and go to the study room. I get my books and go sit on my chair, the teacher comes from another room and it's my male teacher. I can get along with him, he's so friendly and understands me. But you must be thinking is he straight? No, he isn't, he's gay but I don't care about that. Because he is my first friend from when we met for the first time. I trust him like no one but if my father knows it, he'll probably send someone else to teach me the thing he teaches me. Last time it wasn't a great teacher who replaced another one.
