Post by abigail on May 10, 2006 16:25:52 GMT
"Daddy!" Her scream was like a shrill cry of a banshee. It echoed and bounced off the walls, the marble flooring, the empty corridors, the polished furnitures. It riveted from left to right, from top to bottom, until it was done and faded. There was silence for a moment or so, which didn't please Abby; it meant her father was either ignoring her or hadn't heard her scream. So, with another gustful of air in her lungs, "DADDY!" She laid back on her pillow, watching her bedroom door expectantly, but it didn't open. Abby crossed her arms under her bosom and glared at the adjacent door that connected her sister Victoria's room to hers. If her father wouldn't come, maybe her sister dear would.
"Victoria!" Unlike Abby's screams for Daddy, the door opened immediately and in stepped Victoria. She wore her blond hair up in a french twist with a ribbon tied around it, making her look more like a maid then a Stephens. Victoria had the same grey eyes as Abby did, but they were rounder and more lightened with laughter and smiles. She stood about 5'5" 5'6" without heeled shoes on, which was the height Abby was with them on. She had a nice, soft smile that played on her lips after almost every word she said except from when she was speaing to or about Abby. Her skin was a nice ivory color and it had a look of baby skin. Abby sometimes envied her half-sister for her complexion, if for anything else.
"You screamed?" Victoria replied with sarcasm dripping from her voice. Abby smirked and plopped down further in her bed, if her sister was going to talk to her like that - she wasn't going to answer. Victoria knew better than to address Abby with that tone of voice. In fact, everybody in the castle knew better than to address Abby that way. But Victoria should know better than anyone, considering she was the one who had to put up with Abby much more than anyone else did. Finally, Victoria caught on and sighed, "May I help you with something?" She corrected in a much nicer tone of voice.
"Where's Daddy? He didn't answer when I called for him." Abby snuggled further into her blankets as she said this, making herself seem like years younger than she really was. Abby liked to make it known that she was older than Victoria by nine months, she wouldn't let her sister live that fact down. But she acted like she was the younger one, and not only by nine months. Of course, Abby had been spoiled her whole life where as Victoria knew poverty. But still, nine months was nine months, and Abby was older. Victoria sighed again, and picked up a stray cashmere jacket. How her sister could leave things lying around, was beyond Victoria, but the way Abby figured everything - they had maids...so make a mess.
It was hard for Victoria to accept the fact that she was no longer a pauper, someone without money. It was hard for her to not pick up after her dinner, but she did it and it still kind of upset her at how Abby treated the staff. Abby watched with anger as Victoria put the cashmere sweater into her closet, "You're going to put Wendy out of her job, you know." She told her sharply. Victoria only shrugged and closed the closet door. Abby glared and threw her blankets back before getting out of the canopy bed. Her hands were balled and on her fists; "So? Where is he?" She demanded.
"Downstairs most likely. If you want to catch him, I suggest you hurry. He's leaving for work in twenty minutes." And with that, Victoria closed the adjacent door and left Abby alone, fuming with how she was treated unfairly. She screamed again and fell backward onto her bed. It wasn't important anyway, if she wasn't worth his time to climb the stairs to her room - he wasn't worth the hug goodbye in the morning.
"Victoria!" Unlike Abby's screams for Daddy, the door opened immediately and in stepped Victoria. She wore her blond hair up in a french twist with a ribbon tied around it, making her look more like a maid then a Stephens. Victoria had the same grey eyes as Abby did, but they were rounder and more lightened with laughter and smiles. She stood about 5'5" 5'6" without heeled shoes on, which was the height Abby was with them on. She had a nice, soft smile that played on her lips after almost every word she said except from when she was speaing to or about Abby. Her skin was a nice ivory color and it had a look of baby skin. Abby sometimes envied her half-sister for her complexion, if for anything else.
"You screamed?" Victoria replied with sarcasm dripping from her voice. Abby smirked and plopped down further in her bed, if her sister was going to talk to her like that - she wasn't going to answer. Victoria knew better than to address Abby with that tone of voice. In fact, everybody in the castle knew better than to address Abby that way. But Victoria should know better than anyone, considering she was the one who had to put up with Abby much more than anyone else did. Finally, Victoria caught on and sighed, "May I help you with something?" She corrected in a much nicer tone of voice.
"Where's Daddy? He didn't answer when I called for him." Abby snuggled further into her blankets as she said this, making herself seem like years younger than she really was. Abby liked to make it known that she was older than Victoria by nine months, she wouldn't let her sister live that fact down. But she acted like she was the younger one, and not only by nine months. Of course, Abby had been spoiled her whole life where as Victoria knew poverty. But still, nine months was nine months, and Abby was older. Victoria sighed again, and picked up a stray cashmere jacket. How her sister could leave things lying around, was beyond Victoria, but the way Abby figured everything - they had maids...so make a mess.
It was hard for Victoria to accept the fact that she was no longer a pauper, someone without money. It was hard for her to not pick up after her dinner, but she did it and it still kind of upset her at how Abby treated the staff. Abby watched with anger as Victoria put the cashmere sweater into her closet, "You're going to put Wendy out of her job, you know." She told her sharply. Victoria only shrugged and closed the closet door. Abby glared and threw her blankets back before getting out of the canopy bed. Her hands were balled and on her fists; "So? Where is he?" She demanded.
"Downstairs most likely. If you want to catch him, I suggest you hurry. He's leaving for work in twenty minutes." And with that, Victoria closed the adjacent door and left Abby alone, fuming with how she was treated unfairly. She screamed again and fell backward onto her bed. It wasn't important anyway, if she wasn't worth his time to climb the stairs to her room - he wasn't worth the hug goodbye in the morning.