1. Entry Ticket (F)
A/N
This story is unedited so apologies for grammatical and spelling errors if any.
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Fiora's (P.O.V.)
In my drowsy state, I was jolted awake by the piercing shrieks of a woman's voice. Disoriented, I struggled to make out her words amidst the din. Suddenly, a sharp impact on my backside shocked me into full alertness. Startled, I leapt out of bed, searching for the source of the disturbance. What met my eyes was a sight that would chill anyone to the bone: a towering, enraged figure loomed before me, her fury palpable in the air.
"You're sleeping for what feels like an eternity! How many times have I told you? You should be up early in the morning!" Now more emphatic, her voice echoed in the room, punctuated by frustration. "But no! You never listen. Lazy, useless, idiot! I've never seen such a child in my entire life! Look at others your age—they're up and about, helping their parents, and doing their chores. And here you are, still snug in bed. When we were your age, we were up by 4 o'clock, and..."
(As her voice droned on, the background blurred, her words fading into a muffled silence). I sat on the floor, eyelids drooping, attempting to introduce you to her. "Let me introduce you to this... lady," I managed between yawns. "You probably guessed by now... that's my mama. Sweet and soft-spoken, except in the morning. But she has the kindest heart..."
(Yawning again, I stretched out, fully succumbing to the urge to continue my beauty sleep on the floor, resembling a polar bear in hibernation. Meanwhile, her yelling faded back into focus.)
"...how do you expect to get anything done with this kind of routine? How many times have I told you to have some discipline in your life?" As she busied herself arranging my room, she noticed me sprawled out on the floor in sleep. "FIORA!" she bellowed, punctuating the moment with another sharp slap to my backside. I jolted awake, wincing as I rubbed my sore behind. Meeting her gaze, I saw her frantically searching for something else to use for emphasis, her voice still filled with exasperation.
Seizing my opportunity, I bolted into the hallway and dashed down the stairs. Halfway down, I glanced back to see her emerging from the room, brandishing a stick and hot on my heels. I couldn't help but giggle as I sprinted toward my father, who sat calmly in his chair, enjoying his tea and a book. Catching sight of me, he grinned knowingly.
"Morning, Dad!" I gasped, skidding to a stop behind his chair.
He looked up from his book, an amused twinkle in his eye. "Rough start to the day, Fiora?"
"Mama's at it again," I said, breathless but smiling.
My mother appeared at the doorway, still fuming and waving the stick. "Giorgio, tell your daughter to stop this nonsense!"
My father chuckled, setting his book aside. "Ah, Nimrat, let the kid breathe. She'll learn eventually."
"A kid? Does she look like a kid to you? She's a full-grown 24-year-old lady!" My mum's frustration echoed in her words.
"It's okay, she'll learn," my father replied, his tone calm yet resolute.
"When?" she demanded, her impatience evident.
"Someday," he answered softly, his eyes holding a promise of patience.
At that, we both erupted into laughter, the tension of the moment melting away in shared amusement.
"That's not fair! You never take my side!" she protested, feeling a surge of frustration.
"I am always on your side, and I will be even after my death. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH," he affirmed, his voice filled with unwavering love.
He gently wrapped his arms around her, intertwining their fingers and deftly removing the stick from her grasp, tossing it aside. "You're not going anywhere without me, and don't you ever say that again," my mother said, her voice a soothing blend of calm and love.
Lost in each other's gaze, they seemed to forget my presence entirely, drawing closer until they were on the brink of a kiss. But...
My head cradled in my palms, watching them with pure awe and admiration. This was the kind of relationship I had always dreamt of, but the ones I had experienced were nothing like this. Lost in my reverie, I couldn't contain my emotions, inadvertently interrupting their moment.
"Awww, you both look so adorable together, just like a young couple who have just fallen in love," I blurted out, breaking the spell they were under.
They snapped out of their daze, hastily pulling away from each other and casting embarrassed glances around the room. My mother, unable to find her words, simply stared down at the table, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Upon seeing their discomfort, I couldn't help but burst into laughter, but the mirth was short-lived as we were interrupted by the doorbell. My mum wasted no time in instructing me to answer it, so I obeyed
"Who is it, Fiora?" my mother inquired, her voice curious yet slightly anxious.
"Courier for me, Mama," I replied, my heart racing as I took the package from the delivery person.
As I closed the door behind me, I tore open the package, revealing a letter addressed to me. As I read its contents, excitement surged through me like an electric current. I couldn't contain my joy and began screaming with delight, jumping up and down, my arms flailing wildly. My parents looked at me, astonished and concerned.
"Are you alright? What happened?" they asked in unison, their voices a harmonious blend of worry and curiosity.
We shared a laugh at their synchronized concern before I exclaimed, "I GOT MY DREAM JOB! AHHHH... I landed the position at the most prestigious company!" My voice was practically a shriek of happiness.
My father's eyes lit up with understanding and pride. "So you'll be working with THE CRYSTALS?" he asked, his tone full of admiration.
"Yes, Dad! Can you believe it? And as a Manager, no less! I'm over the moon," I gushed, my excitement spilling over like a waterfall.
But then, I noticed a shift in their expressions, from elation to concern. "What's wrong? You both seem... not as thrilled," I observed, my heart sinking a little.
"It's not that, sweetheart," Dad reassured me, his voice gentle. "It's just... their headquarters is so far away. We're not used to being without you, and we'll miss you terribly."
Mom added softly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, "We're thrilled to see you grow, but it's just that we... you understand what we mean."
Their solemn expressions tugged at my heartstrings, nearly bringing tears to my eyes. I rushed to them, wrapping my arms around their shoulders. "Aww, I love you both so much. But you know why I need to go there. I promise, no matter what, I'll come back to you safely, sound, and happy. So, can I start packing now? And you'll both help me, won't you?"
They exchanged a look, their eyes softening with love and acceptance. "Of course, we'll help you, sweetheart," my mother said, her voice warm and filled with affection.
"Absolutely," my father agreed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "We'll make sure you're ready for this new adventure."
I beamed at them, feeling a rush of gratitude and love. "Thank you! I can't wait to get started."
We spent the rest of the days packing, their earlier concerns giving way to excitement and support as we prepared for this new chapter in my life. The room buzzed with shared laughter and stories of their youthful dreams, the bond between us growing stronger with every passing moment.
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Word count:- 1100
A/N
Hello, my lovely readers
So, here is chapter 1 of my story tell me how was it.
Sorry if the chapter was too long and boring but I didn't want these all parts to go into the next chapter so I thought to finish them here
Ok
Thank you
Love you
Bye
Until next time :)
Happy reading 💐
Date- 02/03/2024
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