• ---To Be edited! Stay Tuned for ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strain) ch-ch-ch... *fades out* It is going to be a hard and brutal process (I hate changing too much, and I always get carried away, trust me, this story was about a boy living in the slums originally sweatdrop ) BUT GIVE ME COMMENTS IF YOU POST - I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK THE STORY SHOULD BE LIKE AND WHAT I NEED TO CH-CH-CH-CHANGE!---


    As we drove down the motorway in a gleaming silver Mercedes Benz, I stared out the tinted window, wondering who this strange man was and where he was taking us. He seemed harmless enough, however I had suspicion towards him. Maya leaned against me, sleeping, her thumb still inserted in her mouth and tucked her teddy bear up closer near her neck. The sun was shining brightly in the clear blue skies, a rare occasion for England. The dampened ground soaked up the rays of sun, as did I. The warmth of the sun relaxed me and I started letting my eyes slowly close.

    I woke up with a start as I felt a small hand shaking my arm. “Looney get up, wake up, we are here.”

    I chuckled at five year olds new nickname for me and looked out through the windows again to see us pulling into the circular drive way of a stone mansion. The man stopped the car and turned to face Benjamin, Maya and I in the backseat. “We’re here,” the gleaming smile came back to his face.

    I slipped my seat belt off and helped Maya with hers and slid out of the car. I pushed my arms up towards the sky to stretch and yawned, my muscles and joints enjoying the freedom to move. I must have been asleep for a while. The sun shone into my eyes, forcing me to squint slightly. I noticed a considerable amount of gardens around the house filled with bright and luscious colours of the flowers. It was much like the house I had lived in with my parents, excluding the homey feeling.

    As we approached the house, the large wooden doors with engravings of a lions head swung open to reveal interior. The house was brightly lit with a contemporary design and a mostly red and gold colour scheme. It was impeccably stunning, an interior designers daydream.

    A pale lady entered the room from a large hallway to the left, a huge smile on her face displaying her perfectly straight, white teeth. She was wearing an adorable white dress to compliment her perfect wavy golden brown hair. She wrapped her slim arms around the man and gave him a peck on the cheek. “How was your trip? Was the flight nice? You had first class tickets, it must have been lovely. How is everybody at home?” She questioned, her voice barely above a whisper.

    The man blushed, “Everybody is okay and the flight was great, lets get the children settled and I shall talk to you regarding the matters latter.”

    “Um, I am sorry,” I interrupted their worried looks as they looked into each others eyes, “I never actually received an introduction and I am awfully unsure of what we are to be doing here.”

    The lady smiled at me, “My name is Alana White, and this here is my fiancé Arthur Dyer.” She turned to her fiancé, “I can not believe you didn’t introduce yourself.” She hit him playfully on the arm and he winced slightly.

    A lady in a white shirt tucked into elegant dark jeans entered the room. “Hello, my name is Sara, and I shall be taking care of you during your weeks stay here,” She clapped her hands together and reached out of Maya’s tiny hand which had taken leave of her mouth.

    She motioned for us to follow her, “Oh, leave your bags, Arthur, would you be so kind as to take their bags to their rooms, thank you dear.”

    Arthur rolled his eyes, his hand lightly rubbing the spot Alana hit and picked up the bag as we followed Sara in a tour around the very large house. On every wall, every desk, every drape in every corner was a picture or a figurine of a majestic golden lion and the red and gold colours flowed throughout the house. I created a mental note to ask Arthur or Alana about this possible family crest and its significance. I had always enjoyed searching for the meanings of things whether it be the lyrics of a song or ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics, which for the record, I have memorized.

    There were five servants in that lived the house; Mary, Amistad, John and Samantha. They all were very lively, beautiful and muscular and wore no uniform. Mary came along to join us on the tour of the house. While John and Samantha flirted away as they chopped vegetables. Amistad went to go attend to the stables, surely to escape the nausea inducing flirting.

    All of the rooms were massive in size. The bedrooms had the same red and gold theme that was present in the rest of the house. Overall, the entire house was spotless, no dust accumulated itself on desks or pictures and windows and mirrors were with smudges. With only five hired help, the gigantic house was usually well kept.

    The children were told to unpack their things and get comfortable with their surroundings and prepare themselves for lunch and their first day of lessons.

    “This is an awfully nice place, I wonder what we did to deserve this fate,” Atali said as we all sat down at the large, glossy wooden dining room table for lunch.

    “Anything this good, has to be too good be true,” Ben so wisely corrected.

    I just sat in my seat, thinking. They said we would be learning archery, fencing and horse-back riding. Like they were preparing us for old fashioned battle. School lessons would be taught in the morning for the first week, to make sure we are of the knowledge we should be so we are able to attend the chosen school and have equal knowledge of the students of our grades. And where exactly was home for Alana and Arthur. It was obviously far away and something was wrong with it. They were probably discussing the matter as I ate.

    Atali went on about learning to ride and Maya was bouncing her seat. “I have always wanted to learn to ride. I want my own pony and I shall name her Belle and she shall be the best pony in the whole world.” Maya’s little arm swung out in a circle to articulate the ‘whole world’.

    I chuckled. Little did she know that the people who have taken us away from the orphanage are going prime us for battle and force us to enlist in there army where we will fight and most likely, die. I would much prefer the soured and bitter Madame over that possible fate.