The Tales of Lady Trasha
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Chapter One
The Orphan
I go by many titles. Governmental, Terence Arch. Formally, Mr. Arch. Informally, Terence. By my family, Terry. But the name I go by that is most important to me is the name given to me by the only person I truly admire, support, and love. My dear companion, and the dear girl I protect. She may be a young lady. But she has more skill, confidence, intelligence, and maturity than you could ever imagine. And she knows this.
Her name is Lady Trasha. Or, at least that's what I call her. And what she calls herself. I apologize, for my train of thought isn't getting to the point. I am Sir. Terrace. Before I tell you of my adventures with Lady Trasha, you'll need to know the story where me and Lady Trasha met. The story of how my life changed forever.
It started out as a lovely morning to many people's eyes, but not to my own. This was a time before I met Lady Trasha. A time when life was eat, stretch, excersise, work, eat, work, eat, sleep, repeat. A time when I didn't see the point in passion. A time when color was a little detail that was easy to ignore. "Excuse me sir. Isn't it a lovely day?" The voice of a British girl at the age of ten asked me.
"It's cloudy outside." I say with a frown. The girl merely stares at me for a moment, then stares at the clouds. "My mummy says that every cloud has a silver lining. But that's preposterous! Clouds are not silver." She told me. "But that cloud is golden." She tells me. I roll my eyes, looking up merely to amuse the girl. The sun was just above the horizon. Letting out a beam of light that made the clouds around it golden. It was then I wondered, how come I've never seen this before.
I looked back down to see that the girl had gone. She had found herself distracted by the conversation because she was chasing a Blue Monarch. I looked at the sunrise again, amazed that I never noticed it before. But then it was time to get back to my day. I quickly forgot the clouds. The sun, the clouds, the butterfly quickly fled my grey little brain. But I could never forget that girl's voice.
I returned to the park every morning after that. But I didn't see the girl until after a week. She was sitting on the bench, holding a jar with air holes in the pink paper lid. The blue butterfly was inside. "I caught it!" She told me with a proud smile. She had scrapes on her knees and dark rings under her eyes. "My lord! Child, have you been chasing that butterfly all week?" I asked, bewildered. The child nodded.
"It's wings are peculiar. One side is painted brown with eyes painted on. The other is painted like a Marnarch, yet it's blue." She told me. "I'm sorry young lady. But that butterfly is not painted." I told her. "In my world it is." She told me. Although she was a child, her voice made it clear that that was that. "Really?" I asked with a slight chuckle. Then she did an odd thing. She untied the ribbon around the lid and released the butterfly, which flew into the sky.
I stared at her in shock. "But you worked so hard to get it! Why did you just let it go?" I asked. It made no sense. Why would, even a child, work so hard to get something only to throw it away? "Because that chapters over. I can't stare at the butterfly forever. Or we'll both die without meaning. The next chapter of my life has to begin now." She told me. I still couldn't understand.
"Then why chase it all week?" I asked. "If you live your life not finishing the task you started, then you'll die with a pile of unfinished buisness." The girl told me. "That's what my mother told me when she was taken away. Now she writes to me every day to give me a task." She told me. "What do you mean, taken away?" I asked. The girl met that with a silence. That was the first and only time I saw her frown. Clearly I touched the one subject she didn't want to talk about that day.
"Are you an orphan?" I asked. The girl walked away. I watched her with curiosity as she entered a blue bricked building with a sign saying: Mrs. Potter's home for little girls. The sun was setting, so I returned home. But that Friday night as I ate dinner, finished paper work, payed the bills, sorted my pay, and layed in bed, a thought twirled in my head as I realized how gloomy my life was. How... What was the world? Pointless. My life was pointless. What would come out of my hard work? Nothing but a stack of papers.
The next morning I had the day off. So I got to work. I walked to a spare room in my house that I never used and cleaned it up. I vacuumed, dusted, mopped, and opened up the large window. I painted the walls a pinkish white and then went on the computer. Here I rested yet I did more work. I researched schools, baby sitters, and newspapers about arrest in the past ten years. I found out that the girl's mother had murdered her father. The sentence wasn't for life, because she did it as defense to save her daughter. But it was long enough for her daughter to grow up as an orphan.
I frowned, feeling more of an understanding for the child. Her name was Teresa Wessle. An interesting name. I then went on a site called Amazon where I purchased furniture. Once I was done, I went outside the house to get a library card. Here I borrowed some parenting books. By then, I had certainly made up my mind and was ready. Ready to adopt a child. But little did I realize, Teresa was also adopting me.
I spent the rest of the day reading. I managed to read three chapters of a book before I went to bed. That was the first perfect sleep I ever had. And the next morning, I took a minute to appreciate the sun rise as I got dressed. The clouds were pink today. I smiled, walking out the door. On my way to the orphanage, I called my mother and sister to make arrangements for dinner that night.
"I was wondering when you were gonna get a life!" My teenage sister (a bit of an age difference.) laughed. "Wendy Mavis Arch!" My mother yelled. "Sorry. Yeah! I'll be happy to come!" Wendy cheered. She loved children and was a professional baby sitter. She was getting training to become a nanny as her future career. "Great! See you there." I cheered, hanging up as I purchased a dress. The dress looked like it would fit Teresa. It was a light blue dress with pink lace at the botom of the knee length skirt. There was a pink bow on each strap and it came with a white hair ribbon. I purchased a gold heart necklace, white leggings, and pink dress shoes to match.
I folded the outfit into a gold box. I put the lid on and tied a red ribbon around it before heading to my appointment. "Mr. Arch Terrance?" The secretary asked. I got up and walked to the counter. I sat down as she checked my records. "So you're here to adopt Teressa?" The secretary asked. "It's Trasha!" Terrisa's voice yelled from another room. A wave of laughter from little girl's followed. "Lady Trasha! Lady Wessle! Call her Terry she will Wrestle!" The girl's chanted.
"Uh... Yes." I replied. After a few more questions, about my job, about my life, about my family, and about my house, the secretary gave me the papers to sign. "There will be a month trial, with an inspection once a week. If everything goes well, you'll be her permanent guardian." The secretary told me before entering the other room. They talked for a moment. Then Teresa and a few other doors peaked out the door. Teresa smiled before going upstairs. She came back with a few suitcases and ran back down.
"Hello Mister Arch. I am going to call you Sir. Terrace. You may call me Lady Trasha." She told me. "Why?" I asked. "Why not?" She replied. "Okay then, Lady Trasha. How do you know my name?" I asked. "You think you're the only one who does research?" She asked before running out the door. I laughed softly, a bit bewildered as I followed her. And that is how the lovely Lady Trasha entered my life. -
Geek. You copy and pasted my story then edited it. :( that's plagiarism and Cyber bullying.
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