Luka twelve years of age hold her mothers hand with a smile, the night sky was dark as luka and her two parents sat down at the edge of a cliff overlooking the city. She had just spent her birthday running around and playing with her beloved best friends.
"How was today luka?" Her mother asked while stroking her soft blonde hair that luka had inherited
"Oh it was amazing did you see Greg he's such an idiot for having passed out and Mrs. yam was so mean to me, It wasn't fun being teased over and over by her."
"Well as long as you had a fun day it doesn't really matter much, does it?" Her father asked while sitting next to her, legs casually crossed conflicting with is professional polo shirt, brown well kept Irish hair and longs leggings with a tie to finish it al off.
Luka's life was peaceful and humble without much care in the world.
But one day can change it all.
Luka abruptly wakes up in a cold sweat, she rushes over to her mother and fathers room. The only sign they were alive was the coughing and grunting, the day was windy and cold, her father and mother having been sick for weeks now and the blizzard not letting up. Their A/C disconnected in the middle of the whole fiasco. They hadn't been prepared and had only two blankets while Luka had most of the clothes to shield her from the cold. If they we're together then Luka could get sick.
Her mother coughs turns violent, her father soon joining in. Luka runs to the kitchen and pours a glass of water while preparing a separate bowl of water.
Luka comes back up with the glass of water only to find silence. She opens the door and looks in, blood fills the entire bed. "Momma?! Papa!?" Her calls go unanswered. Luka walks to the side of the bed and looks at her mothers mouth wide open with blood inside, death by drowning.
"N-no! Momma! Momma please, don't leave momma..."
Luka's mother starts sitting straight up and turns to Luka patting her head. "It will be fine Luka just go to bed and sleep then tomorrow will be all better."
Luka looks up to a distorted, bloodied face of her mom, eyes bleeding and pupils completely black, her mouth hangs open and hair moves unnaturally.
And yet Luka hugs her mother happily. "I love you mommy."
Luka opens her eyes to the morning sunlight. She sits up and looks around at her room. She looks down at her hands and feet.
"A dream... of course it could only be a dream."
Luka curls up into a ball and digs her face into her knees.
Her tears touch the bed as she lays there remembering as much as she could before she starts the day.
A knock is at the door, she quickly wipes her tears away and opens the door.
"Hey Luka." It's her cook with a whole tray of food, he's a young guy in his teens with rich dark hair, dark red eyes, in white gloves with a chefs hat and apron on.
"I've made you your favorite." He notices her red eyes and downed expression.
"Did you dream about it again?" He lets himself in and places the tray on a coffee table.
Luka lays back down on her bed staying silent.
"Wanna talk about it?" He sits at the couch and watches her.
"I suppose not, well if that's the case I'll just be going and prepare a grand lunch for you.
He makes his way towards the door stopping when he hears a faint "no" from the bed.
He walks back to the couch and sits down. Luka stands up and walks over to the couch her face completely under the weather and saddened.
She completely changes her face when she sits down, a face of a confident leader.
"So tell me how many pods have we sold this week?"
"Around five million units give or take, and for our game, World, the ads have been seen by over twenty million and growing."
Luka opens the platter to reveal jasmine tea with coconut flavored pecan cookies accompanying it.
"Any how stocks have been rising higher then ever because of you bold decision to start a gaming industry on top of the fact we also have industries in the medical and gambling field investors are extremely happy."
Luka completely ignores what ever he said and starts eating the cookies.
His voice soon gets drowned out by the sensation of the cookie, it's sweet coconut base mixes well with the small burst of sweet and salty pecan all blending together to create what seems like the perfect cookie.
"Perfect....." Luka happily smiles, "amazing absolutely splendid."
"I know right? I mean what other president would have done such a risky move and yet you did and pulled it off with success. An- blah blah blah blah."
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝? 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖?
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗.
In a minute Luka finishes five cookies and continues without regret.
𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚐𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎...
𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛.
𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎? 𝙿𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝.
"Noire don't you have somewhere to be? Like making me lunch?"
"Oh yea I should probably go and do that."
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝.
𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚍.
Noire leaves and luka finishes up her meal, she changes into her polo shirt. She holds out the polo shirt in front of her for a few seconds staring at it. She holds it close to her and sheds a tear.
"Thank you papa..." she heads outside, grabbing her umbrella beforehand and walks to a bakery.
She buys some rolls then walks to a flower shop.
She buys some violet along with a wreath of flowers. After a few minutes of walking she stumbles upon a graveyard, she greets Pete the keeper and heads to two gravestones in the corner. She kneels and lays the violet in front of the stones. She closes her eyes, put on her glasses and opens them.
Two ghostly figures are seen above the gravestones. Luka smiles but it fades and all that's left is soft puddles of tears flowing down her cheeks.
"It's been ten years..... ten years without you. Please come back. I miss you more than you could ever imagine so please! Why won't you come back..."
...
"It was my fault. If I didn't take all the warmers you could've gotten better faster. If I had just brought you water quicker then you could've survived. If I didn't exist then maybe! Just maybe you would've been better off without me."
....
"What's the point of money, fame, power? If I can't even see and say goodbye one last time?!"
....
"I'm sorry for being a disappointment."
Luka places the wreath on the gravestones
"Happy Christmas..."
"I really wish I could spend it with you guys."
She places a roll on each grave
"Remember when you would always buy these for me even when you had nothing to eat...."
"T-T-Th-thank you."
Luka sits down for a little longer remembering the good and bad days. She wipes her tears away, and stands up. She looks at the grave stones and smiles.
"I... will never be able to repay you and I'm sorry for that. So please accept my promise, I will go and make sure at least one kid won't need to feel what I felt over these past few years."
She heads back into her bel air mansion, heads upstairs and starts looking at some files. She chooses one in particular. "It seems I will be the principal of Hol Academy in four days."
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Breaking News!
Principal of Hol academy has died of a heart attack, and their sponsor Luka Corp. has taken up the challenge to fill the new spot.
20th of March 2056
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