Ch 1

"Miss Belinda! Please come out, you MUST go to your language lessons now!"

A little girl was hiding behind curtains. Poking her head out, she tried to start her convincing. She looked around only five years old, with brown hair and big blue eyes.

"No, I don't want to! Why can't I skip a lesson; it's just ONE lesson." The girl was on the verge of tears.

Footstep sounds became louder as the person neared her.

"Pretty please?"

The girl pleaded in vain.

Ten minutes later she somehow ended up in language lessons along with her villainous looking tutor.

-After the lesson-

A woman was sitting in a lounge chair with a magazine in her hand. The room was very modernised and spacious, and it was obvious that any object in the room was worth millions.

Knock knock.

"Enter." The woman looked up.

"Afternoon Madam, I am reporting that Miss Belinda has finished her lessons for today." The housekeeper spoke with respect.

"Oh is that so. I heard there was a bit of disturbance today." Putting away her magazine, the woman stood up.

The housekeeper shivered.

With a smile, the woman continued on, "Tell my daughter to be on time to dinner. We shall have a little talk then."

She proceed to stand out and leave the room.