Thank you for reading Ten years ago! This is my first oneshot posted on here though...it will have four parts. Here's the first part! Hope you enjoyed it!
Hope Cahill was driving her six-year-old daughter, Amy, to a playdate that she have set up. Amy was pratically bouncing up and down, giddy with excitement.
'' Mom, are we there yet?'' Amy asked happily, for the umpteenth time. '' I'm so excited!''
At three, Dan was sleeping peacefully in the backseat, in spite of Amy's loudness and the bumps of the road. Hope steered her wheel, with her eyes still focused on the road. There was traffic, and Hope didn't want to create a car accident. Grabbing the directions, Hope landed them beside her. When the light turned red, she stopped. Then, she stared at the directions, which Isabel has written neatly yet complex, and the woman could barely just make out the words as directions to the Kabras' American mansion that they purchased much to Isabel's disgust, according to Vikram, whom Hope haven't heard in years.
'' Remember, Amy, manners are to be proper, and you are not to create problems,'' Hope advised to her daughter.
'' Yes, mommy,'' Amy responded, stepping up on the stairs, reaching to the glass door. Her mother knocked the door.
There revealed Isabel, in a stunning, lacy black dress that is knee-length. Isabel's lips curved into a disdainful scowl. But immediately, the Lucian switched back to a sickly sweet smile, which it sent shudders in Hope's spine. Amy beamed.
'' Mommy, where's my playdate?''
'' Amy,'' Hope sighed. She met Isabel's gaze. '' try to make the directions more clearer next time.''
'' Oh my,'' Isabel grinned. '' Hope, darling, I was in a hurry,''
'' At any rate, Isabel, please take care of Amy while I'm gone. I'll be back to pickup at four. Amy, enjoy your playdate, and remember, be a good girl!''
Hope left, and Amy entered the mansion, stepping in a corridor. She behold a handsome boy about her age, and he stared at her coolly.
'' Mother, why is there a pea-''
Isabel silenced her son a look, and he gulped. Isabel advised to Ian to give Amy a tour, and to play with her. Boredly, Ian leaded his way to upstairs, with Amy following behind. After walking a series of short corridors, Ian filed in his room. Amy assumed that his room was interesting; it did't have the usual boy stuff, but instead, he possessed glass figurines of animals, partiuclarly tigers and snakes, and some...weapons.
'' Ian, can we play barbie? Or board games? Like, Scrabble?''
'' No barbies. They're for babies, and no, board games are for...more sophicated, educated people.''
'' Well then, we should play a game! You and I can be teenagers, then adults, and then we get married!''
Ian considered of this idea, and he raised his eyebrows. Amy frowned at his expression, waiting for his comment.
'' Not a bad idea.''
After over a hour of playing, they were nearing to the end. Ian was searching for a good proposal ring, and he has found a beautiful, stunning jade ring with a silver band around it. Since, Ian was secretly collecting rings all different colors, and he always admired them. Almost as much as his collection of money.
Amy stood in a silver play dress, and she giggled as he fake-proposed to her, handing the ring to her. She accepted it, easily wringing the jewelry in her left midle finger. The jade ring matched her eyes, and Ian smugly smiled at her. Of course, Amy chose out of all his collection of rings, a amber one with a golden band around it. And, Ian slipped it on. Isabel shouted that it was lunchtime, and both six-year-olds raced out.
When Hope and Amy arrived to home, Amy was squealing with exhilartion, proudly staring her ring that Ian given to her earlier.
'' How's the playdate?'' Hope inquired.
'' Mommy, I'm married!''
'' To who?''
'' Good for you, Amy. But remember...it's just for fun. Go run along, and show it to daddy.'' Hope grinned at her, and Amy hurried away, smirking.
That's the end of part one! I'll post part two soon!
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