My Special Person

Start of a New Beggining

My name is Keira Lockwood. I'm 15 years old and a sophmore. I only have my dad, Mitch Lockwood. Before me my dad was a play boy and a very attractive man. (People still call him that but to be honest, I don't see it.) He is one of the most eligible bachelors in L.A. He's famous, wealthy and most imporatantly, a great father. I never saw anything else. Just my dad. My dad never got married, never had a stable girlfriend or serious relationship. The only one he loved was me and no one else. My dad happens to be a CIA agent. A very famous one. He's smart too. He respects me and never brings any girls to our house. My dad has to be my dad AND my mom. When I was little, he would braid my hair and make me a lunch box to take to school. We had servants for that, but he told me that he made them himself so there was love in them. I smile at that. Even though I'm in highschool, he still makes me lunches. I braid my hair. My dad is great, but he kept a big secret from me... 

"Mitch, you have an appointment with the cheif, would you like me to pick up your daughter?" said one of the servants. 

"Can you please ask her to wait a few minutes so I may pick her up?" 

"Of course sir." The servant walked away but paused. "Sir, do you ever plan on telling her?" 

Dad froze, it had been a sensative topic.

"She is getting older and more mature, I'm sure she will understand soon enough." the servant continued.

Dad stood up and recollected himself. "I'm sure I'll tell her soon. But I still don't know how to say it..."

The servant nodded and walked away, dad rushed to the car and drove to the school. 

I waited patiently for whoever was gonna pick me up. I just leaned on a pole and waited for my ride. But the noticeble Mercedes wasn't far in sight. Even though my dad is rich, he isn't a show-off. I walked towards the car with a bunch of people staring at me. To be honest, I was already used to it by now. I sat in the shotgun seat and took out my earbuds waiting for the usual "How was your day?". 

"Hey dad, what's up?"

"PIcking you up, how was your day pumpkin?" There it was, the question and the pumpkin.

"Same old, same old. The teachers aren't getting any less harder that's for sure."

"You say that, but you still get the grades that I want for you, so I think your fine."

I laugh at that.

"So how was your day?"

"Decent, if your looking for that type of honesty. I'm sorry pumpkin but I gotta take you home and then I have to go to a meeting..."

"That sucks, still working hard though, huh dad?"

He nods.

My dad drops me off and gives me a kiss on the forehead. I go to the gates and tell the intercom that it's me. With a "Hello Young Mistress" I'm in.

"Good afternoon Mistress, how was school?" 

"It's school Nana, it's always either the best day of my life or the worst." I say with a giggle. Unlike my dad, I always remember all the servant's names. My dad is extremely forgetful...

"Your father dropped you off?" 

"Yep, he said he had to go to a meeting. Boring if you ask me."

Nana giggles, takes my bag and I go to my room.

Our butler, Ramsley knocks my door.

"Come in Ramsley!!"

He comes inside with a shocked look.

"How'd you know it was me?"

"Simple, your always looking for me at this time asking if I want a snack."

He smiles.

"Got me there, what are you reading Mistress?" 

I show him the cover of the book.

"It's a an mystery book that comes with boxes of things hidden in them, everytime the main character finds a clue, you open the box with the same number and try to figure out the guilty party along with the character."

"Sounds a bit like something your father does."

"Something like that."

"So is there anything you wish to eat young Mistress?"

"Can you kindly ask the chef for a cinnamon bun and milk? Also ask for some cream because I seem to have a rash on my arm."

"Perhaps you are allergic to something, have you eaten or touched anything weird."

"I ate raspberries today."

"That's why, please steer clear of the raspberries madam, don't want you getting sick."

"Alright, don't worry, I'll be fine."