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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 12 2007, 04:31 PM (322 Views) | |
| Ariana Flitsford | Oct 12 2007, 04:31 PM Post #1 |
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Ariana was sat at her dressing table in her bedroom, head resting in her hand, looking at her reflection in her mirror. She had been doing so for the past 20 minutes, an opened envelope lay by her side. Every so often she would sneak a glance at it, but turn away and look back at the mirror, looking through but seeing nothing. She sighed, twisted in her seat so she was facing her bed, stood up and made her way to the four-poster with a pink canopy in the corner of the room. She fell forwards onto her bed and buried her head into her pillow, wanting to block out everything. How could this have happened to me? She thought. Everyone's going to think I'm such a weirdo! She dozed off with these thoughts in her head and the envelope carelessly left out in the open. Silently, her mother, Hayley, slipped into the room to collect any dirty laundry, and saw the envelope on the table. She glanced at her daughter, her back slowly rising and falling as she slept. Hayley put down the laundry basket and sat on the little pink stool that matched the colour of the bed canopy. She opened the envelope, unfolded the neatly creased letter and read: Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry Dear Miss Flitsford, Hayley had a confused look on her face - Witchcraft? Wizardry? Surely they were only myths and fairytales? Hayley read on, and once she had finished, se gently set down the letter and shook her head in amazement. She got up and woke her daughter. "Ari, wake up. Ariana. Ariana Lola Flitsford! Wake up now!" She cried. Ariana slowly lifted her head from her pillow, her eyes barely open. "W..Huh?" "C'mon, wake up. I need to talk to you." "Mother! Can't you see I was sleeping?" She sighed and grumpily sat up, and glanced over to her dressing table. She saw the letter out of its envelope and her eyes widened. "Now, is there something you're not telling me?" "No. Why would you even think that? That's crazy!" She waffled, suspiciously. Her mother gave her a glare and she added: "You read my letter then?" "Yes, I certainly did." "Well, how dare you." "Excuse me? This is your mother you are talking to!" "Well excuse me for wanting a little privacy! Isn't it violating some... Law to read other people's mail?" "I'm your mother, I have a right to know." "Oh, don't use that whole 'I have a right' thing. It's violating my privacy, end of. And don't even try and worm your way out of it. Where's Dad?" Ariana raised one eyebrow. "He's nipped to the store to get some milk. And wait till he hears about what you've been up to." "May I ask what I've been up to? I don't really understand. How am I in the wrong? You're digging yourself a deeper hole here, Mother." "Well, just because you're one of those... Those... Freaks! That doesn't mean you get special treatment!" Ariana gawped in amazement. How could her own mother say such things about her? "When you give birth to a child, aren't you agreeing to love them, no matter what they do or who they turn out to be?" Ariana said softly with tears filling up in her eyes. "And when I went into that coma, were you even there at my bedside half the time? If you were a real mother you would have been. I thought you'd want to never let me be hurt by anyone after such a close call with death, but I guess I thought wrong. And now, just because I'm something you don't understand, just because you are scared of your own daughter, you're disowning her and leaving her? Stepping back, taking the easy way out? Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. I'd hate to have anything passed down from your genes to me, but thank God I'm 100% like Daddy. He understands." "Oh, so you told your father before your own mother?" "I don't know whether I could call you my mother anymore." Ariana left the room, tears dripping gently down her cheeks. |
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