An evil something! What was she doing, admiring
him! He was the devil’s own, that much was for sure! Shaking her head,
Serena sighed. Today had been a long day, and it was barely even nine
o’clock yet. She tiredly looked around and found the flowerpot on the
stoop that had the hide-a-key beneath it and picked it up. Unlocking the front
door, she stepped inside.
It was like a time warp backwards. Everything
seemed exactly as she had left it when she had moved out two and a half years
ago. Serena had told herself she would not come back until her parents had
stopped telling her how to live her life, but here she was nonetheless. She
savored the smell… Every house had it’s own smell, and hers smelled like… wood, pine, and
lavender. She loved that smell; it always relaxed her.
Serena walked through the house room by room,
reacquainting herself with all of the candlesticks and paintings. She loved
every inch of this house… it was her childhood home, and she would never
forget it. But she was also anxious to find out what her parents had planned
for her before the accident had taken place.
Making her way up the stairs, Serena slowly turned
the doorknob to her old room and entered it. Wow. She felt like she was five
years old again, dressed up in her pink fairy princess gown and waiting for
Prince Charming to come rescue her from the wicked witch. She could remember
how she had loved the pink bedspread… lain on it when she was sad and
traced the small seem pattern. She remembered her old stuffed animals- how she
used to hug and kiss each of them every night before she had gone to sleep, telling
them how great they were. And then, she saw her old desk, with a copy of her
favorite book, Anne of Green Gables.
Everything seemed so distant, but she could
remember curling up under her bed covers every night with her flashlight and
reading it, word for word, page for page, soaking up every possible emotion she
could from the red-headed character that made so much sense to her. Picking up
the book, she thumbed through to her favorite part- where Anne met Gilbert
Blythe, and smacked him over the head with her slate for calling her carrots.
She sighed. Even then she had known Anne would marry Gilbert; it was destiny,
it was written in the stars as far as she was concerned… what was this?
Out of the book fell a small envelope addressed to
her. Gingerly putting the book back down in the desk, she picked up the pale
pink envelope. Where had this come from? She had never put an envelope there
before… then she realized that the handwriting was that of her
mother’s, and that the date was from only three days before.
“It’s the name of my
fiancé.” She whispered to herself. As carefully as she could, she
ripped open the envelope and pulled out a wedding invitation. The invitation
itself was slightly to garish for her liking, what with fancy lace bows, silver
doves, and calligraphic writing- she liked things simple. Still, it was the key
to her entire future. Slowly she opened the invitation, and inside, where it
was supposed to state the names of those who were getting married, were her
name scrawled out in the fancy lettering, and another name… which looked
very similar to a phone number.
Serena sighed. Her mother never could be very
straight when doing things. Everything always had to be very dramatic and
played out… she had probably thought Serena would enjoy the guessing game
as to who her new fiancé was. Serena picked up the phone on the desk and
dialed the number slowly; she knew pressing the buttons was sealing her fate.
The phone rang. And rang. And rang. After the fourth ring, a recorder came on.
“You have reached the residence of Doctor
James Owen Jay. I am sorry, but I am not available to speak with at the moment.
If you wish to speak to me directly, please call after nine o’clock this
evening.”
Serena sat and waited for the recording to end,
thinking that the man whom the voice belonged to was far to old to possibly be
the man her parents had wanted to marry her too…
“If you wished to reach my son, Odin Lowe
Jr., you may either wait and call me after nine o’clock, or wait and call
me after nine o’clock. Thank you, good day.”
Serena faked a smirk. Oh, this old man thought he
was hilarious, didn’t he? Wait and call him. Well! At least now she knew
his name. It couldn’t be the old man, so naturally it had to be his son,
Odin.
Serena sighed. So this was her fate? Odin Lowe Jr.?
She would be Mrs. Serena Odin Lowe? At least it sounded semi-decent to her
ears. But nothing could compensate for the fact that she didn’t love him.
Her good memories of sweet childhood times were suddenly gone, lost in a sea of loneliness, abandoned hope, and cruel reality. Sinking into her soft pink bedspread, Serena gabbed her old teddy bear and silently let the hot tears roll down her white cheeks. *
~~~I can hear the readers doing the classic ‘ahh, how sweet!’ the way all girl do when they see a puppy or something cute! Lol! So? This is about the half way check in point! How is this? Good, bad, mediocre? Does anyone even care anymore? PLEAZ REVIEW and let me know what you think! Much love- Vixen~~~