Kenya. Turkey. Japan. Suit and tie. He was in her way. She hadn't paid much attention to him until now. The teacher introduced the lean, dark haired teen as an American, from New York, New York. Nothing she was interested in; not that she had something against American's. It was just all the hype surrounding them that bugged her. "They dress better" they say (whatever that meant). And they were just cooler to hang around. Honestly, the boy who stood in front of the entire class looked no different from the French boys in her class, nor the Swedish ones at home. Guys were guys. No matter what country you traveled to. "Introduce yourself," the teacher ceased his fiddling with his ballpoint pen, "Tell us your name," "In French," snared Tommy behind Victoria. The American ignored them by focusing on his cold, white knuckles. Malina tried peering behind the transfer, through the cracks that his arms provided, but he kept moving in motion, nervously. "Leo Albert," he murmured. "Well class, let's give Leo a fond bonjour," Everyone moaned it through their teeth like it pained them. Malina, on the other hand, placed her pencil down, and sighed lowly to herself. That’s when her piecing blue eyes studied him and his fancy suit, his ironed tie and blushing face. "Hi," The room soaked in silence, while the teacher looked to the transfer then back at her. "He can speak French," he notified. "I know," she bit her bottom lip. " I just thought it would be nice" muttering this in French, Malina closed her notebook. She could finish it up later. He wasn't going to stand in the way the entire semester. "Take a seat," the teacher gestured to the back of the flourished classroom. Very carefully, and calmly, Leo hurried to the nearest empty space by the window pane. Passing Malina with a friendly nodd. A few other kids giggled as he took a few books out from his bag, and straightened his tie. He ignored it. Leo just wished he would have worn something a little more casual. He would have bamed his mom. But then again, she was trying to help. He slumped his messenger bag beside his leg, unsure if he would disrupt the class by tossing it in the far-right corner. He was still waiting for a locker so, he decided to keep it there, avoiding the extra attention. "Our last discussion was on human rights. Do any one of you remember were we left off?" "Child Marriage," a girl in a dark sweater piped. " We came to the conclusion that it was doing an injustice to children," "Yes, Daisy. These laws are very common in India." he began pacing the floor. "Families are allowed to marry their child away at the youngest age of seven." The hair on Leo's arms began to stick up. "India is also one of the poorest countries in the entire world, so this law is supposed to be "helping" their economy. If parents can't afford enough food or nourishment for their kids, they'll go as far as marrying the "weakest" sex off," His fingers created another air parentheses . "The subjects under the topic human rights come in many different forms. So, this semester you'll be partnered up to tackle one of your choice." Daisy grinned widely, her eyes finding Malina's. If she was paired up with that girl again, she reckoned she'd lose her mind. "Tomorrow we'll discuss partners," 'The Ambassador's Daughter' is a ficlet about Malina Amée Greene in her younger years. The story takes place in Paris, France 2005, when she was sent off, by her father, to a boarding school to wrap up her final year of high school.
Leo Albert, a transfer student, takes a sudden interest in the girl's strange views of the world. Her abrupt outburst in class denotes him to ask her out. But sadly, his acts are interrupted once he discovers his roommate, just so happens to be her boyfriend. "Yes, darling. You are so beautiful." the small girl grinned at Malina again. "Look at those beautiful eyes and your hair is ravishing,"
"Yes?" Chadwick grinned at the two. " You are beautiful too," her tiny voice piped. "Why thank you," she laughed, then placed a loving kiss on her cheek. "Now go play,' "Watch me hop scotch," " Alright," "Darling?" his deep Turkish accent asked. "You don't even call me that," "Well, your not a three year old who needs encouragement. You have all the confidence anyone could ask for," The girls chubby legs weaved through the invisible chalk stains. "Don't get to attached," slowly he rose from his seat. "We're leaving in a week. Kellan has another lead." "Of course not." the wind carried her blonde hair in the opposite direction she was staring. "But I'm not heartless." " I never said you were," "I know. But you think it. Everyone does." her voice flat . "We're learning about each other aren't we?" he nodded in agreement. "I came to India for the girls. That was my purpose. Not all the this government crap. It was my fathers idea. He said it would reach further than what I was doing alone." she paused. "I guess it did." "Watch!" the girl cried. "I'm watching," she felt a small lump build in her throat. Now was not the moment she wanted to do this. Not in front of the kid. "Heartless people don't smile. And heartless people don't call other people 'darling'," Malina felt his shoulder brush past hers as he took the role of hop scotching. He'd must of known she was on the verge of an episode, but left her alone to work it out. She wasn't ready for it yet. The calming. Or the holding. Neither was he. So he let her deal with it, without prompting her. Lifting the girl over his head, Chadwick began miming a merry go round. The giggles that rang through the yard came over him like music. The happiness of a child bet the sharp blaring of alarms or the cocking of guns. Malina looked away. In order to calm herself she couldn't pay much attention to motion. It made her sick. Beating like a drum, her heart felt like it was caving in on itself. A tear fell from her heated cheek, into the small of her neck. "Mal," a sweat broke at her forehead. "Mal," Chadwick called again. "Look at the sky," He was right. There were no clouds. So, it didn't make her sick. Between distracting the girl and eyeing Malina, Chadwick handled the situation with ease. "I'm fine," Maybe dating him wasn't the biggest mistake she thought it to be. Maybe one day he'd be her calm sky. Or maybe he already was. DISCLAIMER: MAKE SURE YOU READ THE GIFS IN ENTIELY BECASUE WHEN THEY SEEM LIKE THEY WILL END. THEY DON'T
"This is an unlawful hour for you to be screaming," Albert held his breath. He hadn't seen anyone switch moods ever so quickly. One second Chadwick was all prim and proper, the next howling like a mad man. The new maid must of not satisfied his personal needs as he wanted. That was his first guess. But once Chadwick asked if he was being played, it sparked a curiosity in him. "What was that you said?" "I said, are you fucking playing me?" The blonde women grabbed on to his shoulder yanking him back in to the room. "I told you not to say a word," she whispered in Turkish. This made Chadwick turn on her slowly. So slow that you could almost hear his bones creaking. "That tongue is not supposed to be spoken in this house," Albert rang. He was clearly oblivious to what she had said, but he knew that tone anywhere. Turning back to Chadwick he cleared his throat. "Why would I play you sir?" "Goodnight," was all he said, before the door squeaked an awful sound as it closed, leaving Albert astonished in the hallway. "That women will certainly lose her job. Sleeping with the guest is one thing. Being Turkish is quite another." he mumbled. |
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