Was Thea a bright child? Yes.
Was Thea a talented child? Yes.
Was Thea a child that worked harder than anyone else to reach the top? Yes.
Did Thea live the life of a privileged child? No. Definitely no. Complete, resonating, flat, flat, flat, dead no. There was no other answer.
Thea lived with her father, Saurus Garamond, and her three brothers: Polus, Dale, and Simith (Everyone just called him Smith). The Garamonds lived in Mainland MageCorp. In fact, Thea once found a book that showed that nowaday MageCorp used to be a place called Europe. Personally, Thea thought Europe sounded nicer and less imposing than MageCorp.
Thea liked skimming through books, but didn’t have any real dedication to them. The main reason why she skimmed through old books was because she wanted to hide away from her family. Her brothers didn’t hate her, but they avoided her. Her father hated her, but he spent basically his entire life pointing out every one of her mistakes. Thea's mother wasn't really a figure of emotional and mental stability; Her aunts and uncles were already under a grave, and her grandparents still believed in magic.
But books didn’t provide her much comfort, either. They were just distractions. What Thea really wanted was just some people who appreciated what she could do and thanked her for it. She didn’t want to be praised and worshipped. She just wanted to be appreciated.
“Pollie!” screamed Thea’s mom.
“Wha-at?” whine/screamed Polus, the second to eldest son.
“Come down here this instant!”
“Just come down!”
“If you don’t come down this instant, I’ll make you read the Saxton Dictionary!”
By then, Dale had joined in, “Mom! Can you be quiet! I’m trying to draw!”
“Tell that to your brother!” her mother screamed back. Thea was somewhat surprised that her mother had not lost her voice yet.
“POLUS JACKSON GARAMOND GET DOWN HERE OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES!”
There was a flurry of footsteps, and Thea heard a crashing noise.
“Polus! Did you just break our last good plate?” there was no doubt about the answer to her mom’s question when a shrill, angry, bloodcurling scream echoed throughout the Garamond Estate.
Thea’s family was not a very calm one. One might even call it a nuclear family. But there was always a time when everyone was calm, quite, and obedient:
When Thea’s father returned home.