The boy, very poor, with parents who soul's burined when Princess Andrassy looked at them. Very small and weak, an inoccent child trapped in the line of fire by luck that could kill a person, his bright blue puppy dog eyes could make a person want to cry at the look of him with his ripped, worn clothes that brought out the color of the old and new bruises.
One rich the other poor, but the perfect match. They were the total opposite of each other, the girl well mannered, classy, someone she was forced to be against her will. The boy was trash in most people's eyes, the kind you pity but never help. He was weak and took care of himself, he didn't know how to treat people, especially himself; someone he was forced to live with.
They had one thing in common though, they would both have to face the same road if they were ever to learn the meaning of love.
It all started back in Budapest on a hot summer day; the breeze had just the touch of cool air, the water flowed so lightly, birds and crickets were chirping just enough to be heard throughout the garden. It made for the perfect day, but it was anything but perfect. A tragedy so devestating had accured that made this perfect day many's worst nightmare.
In that garden of beauty laid the most painful site; at the far end of the garden where a swing hung, that had the perfect pink little flowers wrapped around it on vines, sat a little girl. Such a lonely little girl sat that just swinging back and forth so quietly. She sat there all day from sun-rise to sun-set; she sat there swinging back and forth. The sky was growing darker now and no one had come to take the little girl home. No one had come, no one cared about her enough to come. It was half past 12 in the morning by now but that little girl still sat there on the swing like a statue, just swinging and swinging till she stopped. Just like that she stopped dead in her tracks and looked up to see a very dirty little boy standing in front of her.
Boy: Ya lost or somethin?
The little girl just shook her head.
B: If ya aint lost then were's your parents ?
Still the little girl didn't answer. She just stared on.
B: If you werent lost ya would answer me, unless ya can't talk or somethin like that.
Finally the little girl spoke a word and broke the silence.
G:I can too talk and im not lost. I live here.
The little girl spoke more properly then the boy did and obviously had money.
B: Na really ya don't say. I know ya live in this weird country but were do you live? I mean ya can't live in a park, not bein dressed like that and all.
G: I do live here! It's not a park this is my side lawn and i want you out, you're being a really rude young man.
B: FINE! i'll go. all ya rich people are the same anyway, all snobby and think you special or somethin like that.
G: I AM NOT SNOBBY! Im not any different then you are.
B: Oh ya then prove it.
G: How?
The boy didn't expect her to take him up on his offer, so he really didn't know how, but he thought he would be slick and find a way to get into the house to see what a real castle looked like.
B: Let me meet ya mother then and see what she says.
The little girl just started to cry and ran away into the darkness.
B: Rich people are weird man.
The boy then decided he wasen't going to be welcomed here so turned around and left.
All the pain of a lifetime that one experiences usually fades into the backround after so many years, but there are things in your life, happy and sad, that you will never forget. If you want to or not, you really don't have a choice in what you remember, it just sinks into you sub-conscious and comes back one day with no warning what so ever.There will always be things that you wish you couldn't remember; things that you can't remember but you know are there. Some people have stuffed animals that remind them of there life experiences, a song, or a flower. Something so pretty and fragile, something you know will never hurt you. And then there are the ones that have the brusies and the scars to remember.
That poor little boy, the one with the ripped clothes, happened to be the one who had the brusies and scars to remember. His pathetic life all started back in Iowa; a young boy at the age of 8 had his first taste of the cold hard facts and pain of life. His parent's where alcoholics and his brother took all the beatings for him.
His body was filled with guilt, a boy this young shouldn't have all this pain, he shouldn't have all this guilt. But it doesn' t mean he can't.
His drunken father had finally gotten a job, but it was out of the country and the family would have to pick up and move; which they did. It was the worst ride, the worst thing that could happen to the family, but the best thing that could ever happen to the yougest boy.
Dad: Get all your scrawny, no good ass down here right now or i'll whip you so hard you won't sit down for a month! you hear me Ryan?!
R: I'm sorry, i am. But what about max?
Ryan's father grabbed him by the ear and twisted his neck around as he yelled, I never wanted a dog and i never wanted you! NOW COME ON!
Braden came running down the stairs and pushed Ryan down. His father's eyes where as black as coal and burnt a hole through Braden's flesh. His blood boiled at the site of him, but it was to save his baby brother and he would do it for him, ONLY for him.
The trip got worse by every second, the pain got worse with every bruise, and the yelling with every word that was spoken. Finally they had arrived in the country of Hungary ,Budapest. Ryan and Braden had split the minute the gravel on the old sandy roads hit the tire of the car. Braden went to go explore the jungles and woods, but all Ryan wanted to see was the castle, to see who lived there and what it looked like.
That's where Ryan saw the little girl; the lonley little girl who just sat there and didn't talk, unless to stand up for herself.
Friends are the life line of you, without them you don't exsist. You need friends to tell you everything is going to be ok when something's wrong. People have so many different kinds of friends; some have the kind who will act like they hate you to the very end, but when your gone they weep the most. Others have friends who would do anything for you, while some have friends who just don't want to admit that your their best friend.
Ryan never had a friend before and never thought he would, either. He was always alone, crying, his face was always red and his eyes wet. Even in this new country he felt the same pain he had back home. He felt alone. Until one day when he had wanted to go on an andventure and went right into the grounds of the castle. There he saw a little girl crying as she sat there on a swing; he had approached the little girl but she ran off before he could even find out if she wanted to play tomorrow.
The next day came and the day after that, but nothing had changed; Ryan still felt alone but now he didn't even have his woods to go hide out in. His parents took away everything that ever made Ryan happy: from a simple life, to his dog, and now his only sanctuary, his woods, his tree. Ryan was lost in a big place that wasn't familiar, but most of all he was lost in his own pain. He had decided to go back to the castle and see if that little girl would be there. He took the same route he had the other day so he wouldn't get lost and lucky enough he came up at the same place; the garden where he saw the little girl.
He looked around for her but he couldn't seem to find her anywhere. He went down to the swing where she sat but she wasn't there. Then he went up to the pond but still there was no sign of her. Finally Ryan gave up and just sat down on the swing himself.
Little Girl: Your on my swing.
Ryan looked up from where he was sitting and was very happy to see the little girl in front of him, but he would never let her know that.
R: So?
The little girl just looked angry and started to walk away from him but stopped when she heard him say something.
R: What's ya name anyways?
Little Grl: Princess, she said with pride and a bite of snobbery in her voice, Gillian Andrassy.
R: I'm Ryan, he had a thing for James Bond so he always said his name just like James would have, Ryan Lavery.
R: You wanna play hide and seek ?
G: I, she hated this feeling she always got when someone asked her to play; she would look down and usually just walk away but she answered this time, I can't.
Ryan look seriously confused and asked, Why not ?
G: she spoke softly and said, Cause i'm not aloud to play any games that little kids would play. It's not proper.