the weeks ahead

The weeks ahead

I’m a simple teen with a wild streak ! My name is Ella Marian Monturay . I live in Montana . This is my story!

NO!!! I thought I told you never to ever , ever touch my stuff ever ! I screamed. Well if I hadn’t I would have never found your little friend! Mother said while pulling the bottles of whiskey out of the closet . Ella what is wrong with you why are you doing this? Were is my sweet little girl were did she go? She’s been gone mother and I believe she wont be coming back any time soon! This leaves me only one choice then I’m sending you to live with your aunt and uncle in Italy . YOU cant!!!!!!! My life is here my friends ! You should have thought about that before ! I cant believe you , I hate you aaaaarrrrg!!!!! I ran into my room and slammed the door! I just don’t get her I told Margie my best friend over the phone . She’s shipping me over seas like some piece of cargo! It’ll be ok. Margie said. You’ll call me all the time and write letters wont you! I promise every chance I get! GOOD! So Italy I here there is tons of hot guys there . Yeah I know ,but I’ll miss all of my friends like crazy ! We’ll miss you more ! You say that , but you don’t mean it . Yes I do. Well I got to go the plane is here. Call me when you get there and tell me how beautiful it is . I’ll be sure to do that! Adios Amigos ! You too. I boarded the plane not looking back . Some people would think a five hour plane trip across the open ocean was a pleasant trip ,but not for me because I was flying coach it wasn’t a good experience . Being barfed on by a baby and squished by a fat dude was not on my wish list ! I arrived at the airport thoroughly disgusted! I found my aunt and uncle waiting for me in the gift shop. My Aunt Rosane was a short pleasant looking women with a long black braid hanging down her back. She had straight shiny white teeth . Unusually thick furry eyebrows ,but still she had more happiness in her smile then both Margie and my mom. Don’t get me wrong Margie is a pretty girl ,but she’s got such a cold smile she is tall with short blonde hair and icy blue eyes that could send chills down a panthers back if she wanted to. She had fair white skin so light almost transparent . My mother was regular height with curves of an angel dark red hair and green eyes. She had a voice that could put any singer to shame. Although her smile kind of froze on her face ,creepy ,I had always thought that very creepy. Although neither Margie nor my mother had any similar qualities to me. I’m a girl of 14 with chest nut hair and dark brown eyes. My smile is as warm as the sun , and tossed across my cheeks were millions of little brown freckles . I also had my mothers figure and voice but just a little taller. My Uncle Roberto was tall in comparison with my aunt , and had light gray silver hair with many signs of stress across his forehead ,but never the less a warm smile of welcome crossing his thin lips. I greeted them both with warm hug’s ,saying how glad I was to meet them. They returned by saying they were twice as thrilled . They helped me pack my bags into their “Italian mini van “. Your probably thinking that I’ve forgotten about calling Margie back ,on the contrary I have just dilled the last number into my cell. “hello” came a familiar voice . Margie!!! I said . Ella ! So how is Italy , have you seen any cute boys yet , is it horrible , is it beautiful? Came the curious mouth of my dearest friend . Its ok ,but nothing without you. No ,not yet, it isn’t horrible ,but very beautiful! I informed her. So how is life without me so far? Alright ,but completely terrible . I laughed at that! I cant imagine something being alright and terrible at the same time! I told her. Well, it can and it is! She said. Well , I’ll talk to you latter we’re pulling up at the house. Alright talk to you latter. We pulled up to what looked like a castle ! It had gray bricks with beautiful vines and flowers growing up the sides of the wall. There was a garden in the back of rose’s and lilies, and other exotic flowers . A green forest nestled in the background of it all . It had two oak doors with dragon shaped knockers and serpent shaped handles . I walked through the double doors in awe of it all . The beautiful scenery the breath taking artistry I could get use to this! The inside was even more stunning then the out! There were black marble tiles covering the floor, and dark blood red curtains . There were two stair cases coming from both sides of the house blending into one. The walls were gray stone as was the outside. Pictures of my dead ancestors decorated the walls with beautiful yet somehow solemn faces born of sadness and misery , except one that struck my curiosity that of a young lady . Maybe eighteen no older. She had black hair and blue ,blue eyes! She had the smile of an angel. And just by looking at her picture you could sense her grace and majesty. When I asked of her my aunt replied plainly ,”that story is best saved for another time,”. But me being a teenage girl those words only made the once small light of curiosity flame brighter. I was showed my room at last. My jaw was almost to the ground with seeing what I saw! A humungous room with a red plush carpet up to my ankles ,and black curtains . The bed was fit for a queen with red satin sheets and a black lace canopy and what looked the softest pillows a girl could ever hope to dream on ! The room had a fire place and two oak drawers . A table with a chair paper and pencils. The most beautiful closet I had ever seen ! A walk in with rose print and pink tiled floors. The bathroom was large with a marble bath tub , and a walk in shower all black and red tiles. A sink with a swans head protruding from above the faucet . I unpacked slowly ,and calmly finished the moving process by jumping on the soft plush of my new bed relishing the moment ! I was called to dinner by a butler tall lanky and big nosed, with little hair on his head ,but nice enough. My aunt, and uncle were waiting in the dining room.

A large room with a long polished cherry wood table underneath the light of an exquisite chandelier . They asked many questions of what I was like and how was mother and things I answered quickly . They told me some about themselves . Mostly how they inherited everything and never had to work a day in their lives! Although they were aware of their riches they weren’t snobby nor pompous. We had a good meal of chicken rice , mashed potatoes ,and corn, with iced tea ! They said I could retire to my room and they would call me down latter for cake and coffee in the drawing room. Wow . I thought these people are really old fashioned! I’m sure I’ll get use to it sooner or letter ,I whispered to myself. I went to my room and began writing a descriptive letter to Margie ,because I couldn’t call her but once a month from Italy on my cell! Once finished I decided to slip into my fancy evening dress and brush my hair out . Good thing to , only five minutes later I was called down to cake and coffee. The drawing room as they call it ,a version of the American living room, was different than the other rooms in the house more of a classic mixture of the 1400’s and French fashion decor . It had large tapestries covering the walls of dragons and waste lands , princes and princess’s. the floor left stone instead of tiled. Fine antique chairs and furnishing . Including two polished cherry wood arm chairs with plush seating and backs of lovely rose colored cushions . A chestnut desk next to the window , with a fountain pen and note pad seemingly untouched resting on the top. A grand piano clean sleek and visibly unused . A long black leather couch resting in the middle of the room. An ancient looking book case on the other side of the room who’s residence resided in millions of books . I was offered a seat on the leather couch while my aunt rested in the arm chair to the left ,and my uncle to the right. I nestled comfortably in the safety of the large couch . The butler handed me my cake and mug of coffee. Dear , dear you do look shaken . My aunt commented. Oh, its nothing its just the long plane ride still has me thankful for the ground on which I walk! She laughed at this !!

Why you have a humor to you ! She said. Well, we are really happy to have you here you know that. She said warmly . To tell you the truth I was kind of scared at the thought of change, but now I think I’ll get along just fine . Good ,said my uncle, I knew you’d get along splendidly you do have our blood . Oh , now Roberto stop all that blood pride talk ,and lets get back to our cake and coffee why don’t we! She said. I hope you don’t mind but I have a question. I said most shyly. Well ,of coarse we don’t mind . Well, seeing as I’ll be here for a while I would like to know about my schooling ,and your plans for my stay here? that’s easily answered you will be attending a private school named “Oak rivers”, and you will be raised as if you were our own child! I know you were sent here because of your drinking problem ,but here we think it’s a different thing we think drinking a sign of maturity . Although you will not be drinking at any other occasion than fancy parties or guest dinners .she said. Heard and understood ! I replied . Very well you may be excused now. Uncle said . I stood and left ,with a quick good night . I left to go to my room , once there I snuggled into the covers turned out the lights ,and drifted into a sweet slumber that welcomed me whole heartedly after a long day of traveling and confusion. In the morning I almost jumped out of my bed I found my aunt sitting beside me on the bed saying quietly that I needed to wake and dress because we were heading out in one hour . I told her I understood and got up to take a 15 minute shower and dress in my best jeans and T shirt . I was still a little shocked and confused at my new surroundings and the differences that were fast coming in my life. Apparently I was going to register for my new school and shop for my new uniform. I am kind of excited yet kind of jet lagged . I sat my self in the van ready and raring . First stop Oak rivers private school! When we arrived at the gates I was in shock once again this looked more like a castle then my new home! Large castle like towers rested on both sides of the beautiful foundation . The gates were of marble . When upon entering the building I felt awed at the beautiful sights and people and paintings that rested on the wall. The headmistress or what I assumed was the headmistress was walking down the hall with a royal heir to her step . She was dressed in a dark purple dress that cut directly under her knees . She had her steely gray hair tied back in a tight bun. If not for her hair you would have thought her a young women of thirty ,her skin was smooth and firm . Her lips full and rosy. She had the eyes of a cat cunning ,knowing ,and all seeing. She had white frost gloves on and a fur coat on. She was wearing black high heals ,and her clothes fit perfectly with her demeanor . All that see her was sure to know she was a lady of pride and intelligence at a glance. I strangely admired her. Hello , she said. My name is Marmora Destiny. The lead lady of the school and headmistress . I briefly shook her hand. Then I was hastily directed to the lounge while my aunt discussed my education with the headmistress . Maybe ,it was just my eternal imagination working but I thought it was strange that she had the last name of destiny was it a long lined royal name of the ages awarded to only those of high stature? Or was it merely a name I had taken to so kindly? Well, I left that and the portrait of the beautiful lady to be solved for another time. I looked around at my settings and thought this is were I will be walking with my books in hand so soon. I wondered about my teachers and what my students would think of me. Well I’ll soon be finding that out now wont I . When I went home I wrote another letter to Margie telling her all about the school I will so soon be attending . In the two days before my first day of school I busied myself with my art . Yes, I take it to be my strong point ,art. I don’t know why ,but I kept drawing a beautiful lady dancing with a firm handsome man ,not unlike the picture in the hall. Except this girl was not smiling on the contrary she was grimacing as if with disgust or pain. The man was smiling rather wickedly . I don’t know what my drawings meant I often draw just to be drawing and don’t know what I’m drawing until its been drawn . On my first day of school I realized just how important my drawings may be . I was being escorted to my class’s by my mentor Susan she was a sweet girl with short crop strawberry blond curls . Apparently she took a very keen liking to me . My first period class was ok the teacher was nice and understanding as was the rest of the teachers I was assigned to. Then I saw him the man from my pictures in a teenager form . He had the same black hair and blue eyes. With the exact slim physique ,and knowing look to his face. I was dumb founded ,completely and utterly confused !!! I went gaga over him he was what I pictured to be the perfect guy the guy of my dreams and drawings and here he was standing in front of me I could not believe it amazing yet scary yet ,yet so absolutely crazy. But it was true he was there . He saw my expression and said “you look like you’ve just seen a ghost, love” . I snapped out of my trance and said, “oh, no ,no its nothing just you look so familiar . “Really , you must be new here then ,I would have seen you around how pretty you are”. I think I just turned an entirely new shade of red! “Oh, how sweet of you , I come from Montana . “ Is it nice there” he asked. “Yeah it is “. “Well I must be going ,love, I will see you later I suppose”. “Of course ,I said”. “Bye”. Bye” I replied . Oh my god! I can not believe this I mean am I dreaming? Oh my god !!!!! Unbelievable is what this is ! For some strange reason I feel absolutely giddy and light headed ! And HE think I’M pretty!!!!! I really don’t care I have to call Margie ! Hello, said Margie. Hey guess who! Ella! I thought you weren’t suppose to call but once a month. I’m not but I just have to tell you this or I will die! What, what is it? So I informed her on everything that had taken place since I came to live here the portrait ,the head mistress, the drawings ,and most of all the guy! Okay calm down Ella . Wow that’s really something ,hey maybe this guy is going to be your prince charming and rescue you from the castle on his noble steed! Said Margie. Ha ,ha very funny ,this is serious Marge . Ok, fine well I can see your concern ,and things and I’d be just as surprised as you in these circumstances . So I guess ,you’ll just have to wait and let the mystery unfold before your eyes I guess. Well alright ,but I guess I should be getting off the phone or my bill will sky rocket more so than usual lol. Bye Marge. Bye ,she replied. I placed the phone on the table and stuck the charger in it.