Bold and Brunette

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

'You can do it', said Narcissa. My Godmother. 'I can't'. I said. I saw the silver shield in front of me.

Glowing like a star on a full moon night. 'You've been so brave sweetheart' , she said.

I was determined. I wasn't going for It. I took a last glance at the shield. I saw

Narcissa going away. I knew she had given up. Given up trying. Why would she?

I know me. I wasn't ready. I didn't stop her.

Narcissa moved a few feet, then stopped. Stood still

like an icicle on the slanting roof. 'Why did she stop?', I kept asking myself. Before

my mind could give me clear answer , she turned. Looked back at me.

Her next to none blonde hair carefully slid back. Her lips, dry as the autumn leaves

forced into tight grin. Her wrinkles stretched widely on either side of her cheeks. Her

shining blue eyes met mine. She breathed slowly, then said in a low voice, almost as

a whisper 'it's never too late'. She disappeared. White fog filled the arena.

'Wake up', my mom said. 'Wake up, you're gonna be late'. I opened

my eyes , slowly returning to the real world. 'Honey get dressed quick. I'll make

breakfast'. I rubbed my lashes, tried to remember what had happened. Scanned the

whole place. When I was convinced that I was in my bedroom, I finally got

up and began my day.

I took a shower, got dressed in my usual , carried my parka and

went downstairs. I've had this parka for as long as I could remember . Even though

this was too short for me, I loved it , almost as my sister, considering I didn't have

one. My dad , General Bill Edward Scott , was head of the navy. He cherished his work

more than his family and was seen in the house only a handful of times. He didn't

have time for family but yet we had everything to include ourselves in the richies of

Manhattan. Though it was just the three of us, mostly two, we had a huge bungalow,

with seven rooms. My room was at the top and was large enough to be build into a

mini theater. There were two empty rooms on either sides of my bedroom, which

were for the guests . The circular stairway with wooden steps lead downstairs. My

parents bedroom was on the extreme right. There was one spare room just to the left

of the lounge. Marbled floored and having what could've been the most fashionable

couch the world, the living room was just a few feet from the entrance. The wall

behind the living room was the true pride of the house. The shelf containing my dad's

medals.