I am a Dreamer, The Sky High Dreamer!
By; MarvelousJW
"Being excellent is a thing, but being marvellous in the middle of the marvellous people is everything."
-MarvelousJW
Larissa, a lively, ambitious young girl cant wait to enter into the world of power, that would soon be hers, if she played her cards right. Till then, she could give a go at school and who knows, maybe fall for the most charming boy she could ever clap eyes on.
The day had come finally, sunlight sifted through the shades drawn in the room and cast its good morning to Larissa.. She squinted at the alarm clock at her bedside, when she was sure she could be up and roam around without having to scare humans, she got up. This is how she thought of the rest of the world, the humans! The tone in her mind, a scornful one, as if she was a werewolf.
"Bah!" she discarded her blankets and stood up to see her reflection in the life sized mirror. She was wearing a silk shorts and her favourite black lacy blouse. Little luxuries, she thought, indulgently. Apart from dark chocolates, her other love was lingerie, very lingerie-ish lingerie . She looked radiant in the morning light. She was at exactly five four, slender and petite, her face was heart shaped with warm chocolate brown eyes. People loved her smile, they were charmed by it, with the impossibly adorable crown white teeth. She had luscious full lips – shell pink. Her gleaming eyes warmed you to her. She had full firm breasts and gently swelling hips. Her honey dipped dusky complexion seemed to have all the colours of the wind.
She studied her body, looking for imperfections that could have come overnight. When she found none, she smiled and blew a kiss to the mirror. Her excitement was palpable, but she was too proud to show it. She was going on a tour to Paris with her classmates. "Life is perfect!" she thought happily and went to take bath. After washing her hair with a shampoo that had 83 added proteins, she conditioned her hair and dried it carefully and curled it. She scrubbed every inch of skin that she could see and in the effort, her skin turned a sore red, under her abusive overuse of the soap.
She came out and stood before her wardrobe, undecided.. She had the similar sinking feeling whenever she was forced to see her wardrobe. She looked and looked, even thought she could as well go in her robe, if it was not Bosco, Don bosco was often loosely translated to a unisex convent, It was a co-ed alright, but that was it, nothing much else.. Just that if you are caught talking to a boy, you just have to make a short visit to the vice principals room! Sighing, she pulled on a black ensemble that had a deep V line that elegantly showed off her cleft, She yanked a pair of sleek black leggings. She dressed slowly savouring the feel of familiar silk clinging to her skin.
She wore her black bangle and brushed her hair, untangling the impossible curls of her hair. Her hair was soft and wavy and intensely curled at the ends. A dark brown, that showed a few strands red in sun, matching her eyes. She finally left the room and hopped downstairs. She headed to her brother’s room. It was a clutter, just like her brother.. she always felt her brother was a clutter of things-of love, life and laughter. She had never ever harbored any feeling except pure unbounded love for him, the kind that she didn’t feel for her family, friends, even herself! He was asleep on his bed, faintly snoring from last night’s hangover. She ran to him and fell onto his back, and screamed into his ears "Wake up! "
Her brother laughed, without opening his eyes pulled her face close to his lips and kissed her hair.
"But am leaving today!! Get up! Now now now!!idiot, you have to leave too !" that seemed to strike, for he jerked up and looked at the clock. It showed five ten. He looked at his sister in wonder-"You’re incredible! You are DRESSING UP at five?!?! A little too excited are we. .are we are we " He pulled her earlobes. She ruffled her brother’s hair playfully. Jake breathed in and kissed her nose.
"Maybe it isn’t just Paris eh? Something else altogether maybe?" He winked.
She rolled her eyes.
"Alright, alright, now I have to hurry.. hmmm .. how long ?! "
"How long what ?!"
"This nasty trip of yours"
"For a week and its not nasty you pig, the one you are going to.. now that's nasty.. you and your friends.. what are you planning to do down there anyway, discuss world economy?"
"Possibly" he laughed and went inside the bathroom. Larissa took in a moment to look at the photographs struck to her brother’s room. In almost every photo, she was invariably there. Even in the corner of the wall posters of Megan Fox and Charlize Theron ..most of ‘Em.. a few of the family’s ..she smiled lovingly..
Just then her mom walked in. She was startled.
"You!" she pointed at her with a funny expression on her face, Larissa felt giggly.."you been sleeping here again?! "
"No mom, moooooooommmmmmmmmmsss.. I didn’t sleep here!"she said sinisterly.. her brother shouted from the bathroom –"Liar!! don't believe her ! She was here with me the whole night! Jumping around!"
Larissa froze momentarily and shouted obscenities at her bro. Her mom clipped her ear and dragged her out of the room "ouch! mama, it hurts, you are soo uncool!" she giggled and took off at top speed.. She loved infuriating her mom. She went outside and ran to her father’s den. She ventured into her father’s office and carefully closed the doors. It was always off-limits to her.
Her dad’s office had a distinct musky smell. The room was tastefully done with oriental office desk at one corner and comfortable chaise lounges on one side. The room was dimly lit with tiffany lamps and the flooring was heavily matted, with Rajasthan palaces adorning the carpet. The wall paper was an attractive gold, lending the whole place a royal and austere look. The high end ceiling was a pentagon. On one side, a collage of buildings designed by her dad was stuck on the wall. And one of her too, in an inconsequential corner she felt.
She remembered throwing a mini fit to allow her to put her picture in her dad’s office.. The room was her father’s style- bold, simple and reaching out to your heart. Her father’s impeccable sense of style and geometric frame of calculative mind had always lured her to take up her dad’s profession, real estate meant power! Watching your own dreams growing in concrete, that was ecstasy! It made you complete she thought. Her father’s unique combination of ambitious thoughts and honest heart has not skipped generations. Larissa knew she was good, but she was no angel and no newborn into the world of buildings, She had always thought buildings defined civilization. It made your history, economy, development, you name it! She knew it was tough, just as she knew she would make it real big, no matter what and whoever stood in her way – would know soon enough.
Reveling in her fantasies, she went and sat in her dad’s chair. It felt so right.. The energy and power that radiated in the air seemed to dope her, like a drug, making her ache for more. The French bay window overlooking the street brought in cold September breeze and chilled her. She felt at home, she rarely felt that.. that homey feel soothed her..Whenever she felt relaxed, Ryan would barge into her thoughts, an obnoxious guest, He always left her pink.. an embarrassing one at that! Ryan was her classmate, well more than a classmate.. at least to her. Ryan was the Freddie Prince Jr. of the school. The Beethoven, football champ et al .. six foot, rugged chiseled body, tawny brown complexion, tough abs and a breath taking smile.. He was, to her, the most handsome boy of the school. His looks were unique and godlike,it were hers. Their first meeting was as unique as his Troy features..
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