A Kingdom of lies.

Chapter 1: The Begining

It all started approximatley 12 years ago but if I look back now, it wasn't even close to being the begining. Back then, I was still in the fifth grade. There was this boy in my boarding school who had newly joint with his cousin Yasmine. The boy's name if I am not wrong was Daniel. The moment I laid my eyes on him, I knew I was in love. He was the perfect fifth grade fanatasy- blonde hair and blue eyed. He was easy to talk to and watched everything I did. We got along brilliantly.

For years, I was too scared to say anything- what if he thinks I'm just like the other girls? I thought every time he was single and every time he broke off one of his usula meaningless relationships with one of his swooning fans. I thought I loved him but in hindsight, it was just a meere obsession.

When I was 16, I finally did it. With the help of Yasmine off course. She was the one who pushed me to date him when I broke up with my old boyfriend who'se name is simply not worth remembering. I walked up to him and told him the truth- I liked him.. I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I loved him and that, gnaws away at me even today. Why was I so stupid?

But just as my happiness swelled, it died. My mother, the one woman I simply could not help but admire was finally seleced as a UN Delegate from Spain. She was overjoyed. Growing up under her care wasn't easy. She had told me that she fell in love with my father , a name she wouldn't tell me, on a holliday to Rome. She had come from a very middle class half Czech background where my grandparents were the only remaining relics of the old world. They did not like the idea of my mother going to school or working and treated my uncle like God, when, it did not take a rocket scientest to figure out just who was intelecually superior. Thus, two months after the vacation, when she found that she was pregnant, they swiftly disowned her- tossing her into the street. Luckily, she had a full scholarship to Harvard for International Relations where, she got a relativly well paying job at UNICEF. 

So, I grew up with my mother, studdying her life out in Harvard. I wanted her romance, just a little bit. But now, returning to my story, when I found out she finally got her dream job, how could I say,

"no, we can't move and you can't send me to boarding school because I finally found the love of my life"

So I went along with it- smiling as she wore her black Armani pencil skirt and her air blue polka dotted Alexander McQueen blouse with her black Jimmy Choos. How could I say that? I had never seen her so thrilled and so happy. I was drowning in my guilt.

My graduation was my last day, we all knew it. So, I broke it off with Daniel- painfully as he simply would not let go. He fought for me and for a moment, I almost gave in. But then I thought of my mother and sadly walked away. But he fought for me!

However, had I known that he was only one in the series of men who would have their petty but ego-boosting disputes over me, I would not have been so thrilled I suppose. Still, whenever I feel blue, I recall that moment and have a smile on my face. That is something no man could have ever done and I was about to find out that his love for me was not in the lovers sense but in the sisterly sense. On a normal day, I would have died to find that out but what he did for me made him the best brother I never had.

Despite that, I hated him. Couldn't he have asked me to be his girlfriend a little earlier?