My mother was dead. My stepmother was kind. My dad was bold. My brother...........I did not know

how he looked like because I have never seen him before. He is coming home today, I am sure he was

beautiful as was my father and my stepmother. Yet the past few day people have gone missing,

deaths and now I have this unexplainable, odd feeling in me as though something is missing as

though I don't know something. Yet I once again felt helpless, the same helplessness I have been

feeling for the past five years, ever since I saw three strange men arriving at our house, and my

father denying their existence. I am a strange looking fourteen year old. I was told my mother was

from the middle east with long jet black hair, beautiful brown skin and dark green-blue eyes yet I have

never met her in person, for she died long years ago. My dad was of the Irish descent, which is partly

the reason that dad refused to leave Great Britain. We live isolated from the outside world, yet I know

my dad had more money than we will need for generations. The fame and wealth comes with their

own prizes to pay. My life had too many secrets. I remembered my last visit to my friends' house,

twins named Kat and Dan who were two years older than me. They were my only friends, yet to me it

seemed as though I was going to lose them, because of what they had asked of me. For them to

share... I no longer wanted to think about it. Well I have light brown skin, dark black hair; tall and I

remained unnaturally skinny no matter my tries to beotherwise. Yet, I have eccentric eyes, large deep

dark blue eyes surrounded by a deep dark green ring, with golden dust in the center. I expect them to

change to brown someday, yet they haven't. Looking out at my beautiful and immense garden that

seemed to stretch on for miles, I think of all the questions that have accumulated in my mind. Have I

mentioned I was awfully curious, which is partly the reason I am having much trouble waiting for Alex's

(my half- brother) arrival. Suddenly I heard a large car pull up to the drive way. Immediately following I

heard our maid's call to summon me to meet my brother. Turning away from the window, I walked

down the beautifully winding staircase which slowly revealed the scene below to me. I saw my

stepmother and Alex embracing, and my dad seems to be too busy for emotional reunions. I will not

now explain how beautiful or perfect he was. He was everything you will expect of a wealthy good-

looking boy, but much, much more. I know he will not be interested in meeting me and I shared the

same interest so I hoped to make my arrival as quick as possible. =END OF CHAPTER ONE,

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