Every part of our past are vivid memories and when you think about it our life is one big story that is so alive. Being big girl doesn't mean I forgot to be a little one. These pictures combined with my feelings push me back into different reality. A moment when I was surrounded with lots of children in one small clasroom. In front us was our teacher Sara explaining profoundly elements of periodic table eagerly with so much passion. She was quiet and peaceful woman and this was only case when she showed more of her character. Seconds before we entered a room I had unpleasant interaction with some boy and I was not in a good mood. Neverless on the surface my face looked serene like nothind happend but that was deception 'cos from the day I was aware of myself I was capable to mask my thoughts.
But I couldn't evade the storm coming from outside, invitable surge of high voices raising rapidly. The door were open with force startling us a little bit and we could see stark seriousness in their look. It was headmisstress and some man in dark suit with golden watch on his wrist. She asked who was the perpetrator the one who hit the boy with a book and I knew they came because of me. Not that I was a criminal or someone who makes trouble but I did do that, hit his head with a book. The move was calculated 'cos I knew the consequnces being the one who is obssesed with the anatomy of a human body and trying to read everything related that comes to my hands. So when they asked I stud up and confessed beliving in human sense of justice but they convicted me without listening, raving about my irresponsability and ignorance thinking I colud kill the boy. Everyone was looking without blinking and I fought with myself not letting my tears to drop out of my eyes. In three big strides the man was in front of me gawking on my face with furrowed brows."You'll remember me, mark my words!" Every nerve in my body transmitted strong electric impulse risen in the inner part of my chest to the very edge of my fingers. I stud silently petrified to the bottom of my core looking straight in his pupils not showing a bit of it. Searching the signs of weakness he was enraged by my defiance and in a moment of fury he lifted up his hand to stike but he was stilled with the words of headmistress. "Be calm Mr Michaels, she will not go unpunished." "It's better be true Mrs Miles 'cos this school operates mainly thanks to me and my friends so I expect that you act if somone hurts my boy."
My composture didnt't change hearing that statement being said through gritted teeth. And his boy wasn't so innocent like he thought or he knew but choose to ignore or he just didn't care would he hurt someone or not. Being pushed down the narrow stairs with group of other kids I let down my anger to errupt and break free resulting in violence. "Who are you, what is your name girl?"
When my foster parants took me in I had so much hope still believing in elders with thoughts of their strenght and wisdom but soon I lost it irrevocably. That woman was maybe a prominent figure in school system but she stood in front of me with expression of disdain. Because of her arrogance I made mistake and said the name which she used against me. "Your parents will be called and you will be punished accordingly." My heart sunk heavily. This meant I cant go back to my fosterparents, 'cos who knows what kind of cruelty will meet me. They applied plenty already in the past and when they hear this it will create new opportunity for more. It's not home that I will loose only shelter but better streets than enduring some greasy hands on my lower parts so I made my mind hastliy, in the future I will rely only on myself.
"I'll repeat again, where did you get this necklace?" His voice was sharp and that woke me from my reverie. No one can question me and I dont care if he was even a prince charming.
"Why do you care?" Taking a step closer I occupied his personal space but still I couldn't intimidate him 'cos his head was way above mine. Then he looked down into my eyes making strange contact full of electric charge. I ignored it. Opulent and numerous in lightbulbs chandelier made his irises look like sea reflecting in sun color. Still that bothered me.
"I said_" Cutting through like a sword I gave him no chance to proceed. "I know what you said. Do you ask me to explain myself?"
First time this overly selfconfident man showed a trace of uncertainty that unsetteled him. "No, I am just_"
"What?" My selfdefense mechanism work's overtime when I am wrongy accused and he sounded like that but I kept my voice calm and steady.
"Curious. See, the owner of that necklace would never gave it away." He changed a tone like he was playing a violine and suddenly the mood goes in different direction from passionate one to balad.
"I am the owner." My voice didn't falter.
"No, I mean the real one." But his was like a whisper 'cos I closed the distance between us even more 'till we were inches apart.
"Are you calling me a thief." So I countered with the same tone looking him straight in his expressive sea ripples eyes.
"No, it's just_"
"You are just incredible. I agree. Dotty, you hungry?" I didn't budge holding my position firmly. Only letting small glimpse to fly left just to check on her.
"Yeah, starving." She was inspecting her nails so throughly like she spotted a tiny flaw that bothers her anyway.
"Me too. We better find ourselves a meal 'cos we won't get it here." A little smile appeared on the corner of my lips showing my obvious contempt 'cos I knew this rich bastard will show his true face eventually.
"Children, what is going on here? Where are your manners my boy?" We were suddenly interrupted and I glanced on handsome man who aproached us. Honey wavy hair and the same devilish smile so I assumed it was his brother. They were so alike, similarity was so apparent only this guy looked more carefree and on ease.
"Please forgive me, I lost myself for a moment. May I present you my father baron Erick Von Drachen."
Now was my turn to gape at him like I was struck by lightening. How is this even possible, to have a grown up son and a baby face in the same time? There was no age gap between them or I couldn't notice.
"So this beauty saved my strong son, truly I'm in ave!" A faint smrk played around his lips in obvious amusement. Damian tried to ignore him but I could sense a slight irritation rubbing on his nerves. He kissed my hand like a real gentleman in the same knightly manner as his son previously. The touch was pleasant but didn't produce any disturbing feeling.
The same kiss he planted on Dotty's hand with eyes changing into the hottest flame and her composure instantly became rigid."Enchante" It was said in sulty tone and in a moment a trouble became double which I didn't like it at all. "Ladies, my apologies for holding you back, shall we please join the rest of the guests waiting for you anxiosly."
"Are you sure we are allowed? Dotty countered but it was said in teasing manner. Reluctantly I dragged my feet forward not quite pleased but he had reassuring look on his face so I succumbed. Only then I become aware that all people in room are also very young in appearance and staring in our direction but like a queen I tried to ignore them walking straight to our seats. There was look of genuine interest and open myrth in their eyes of rainbow cobalt blue to pale aqua. What an unusual gathering indeed.
At the head of the table was baron Erick and I was watching around to see the mistress of the house but there was no inkling about it. Damien was sitting on the left side from his father almost opposite from us 'cos we were maybe two seats apart from him. The nearness was indicating a special position like we are ranked higher than some.
"I would like very much to great our dear guests who joined our family dinner. It's not common for our tribe to have diverse close relations but the sincerity of a bravery convinced my son to invite these lovely girls to our table. Being skeptical about it he proved me wrong. Once again welcome and please enjoy!
Magically with soundless efficiency behind of us a servants appeared all dressed up in navyblueandivory cotton clothes with proffesional light ivory gloves. They began individualy serving each guest from a large lidded tureen decorated with flower branches, starting with the host. All noise and hushed murmour disapeared gradually like some unwritten rule is spoken loud. Dotty spotted my gaze and told me with her troubled stare all she felt but my look meant "You got what you asked for?" and I took my spoon to start eating every portion of that delicious food they meticulously prepared.