"As all families do,got used to life after death and it was still fine and things settled back into their traditional rhythms .Season after season and that much as they had always been.And we got used to Whisky being happy again and then we had to get used to him being a dad(not a very safe one at that). For the first time in a long while,I think I'm happy again.Well, not entirely but somewhat on the path.Scott's back from his long unexpected journey and we started hanging out again.Well at least until the end of summer when he was sent off to a self-help programme by his parents.Even though it seems like things are looking out, I still have those dark days when I lock my room and lark in anger. It frightens Charlie too but until I figure out how to push them to the end of tunnel, my bursting heart must find vent at my pen." She concluded her diary.
Abigail was now older than her father when he was her age.Wait, that's not right.That's not her father at all ,that's just some stranger hanging around in her memory.Nonetheless, she was older and due to her many emotional battles,a late bloomer.But anyone who bloomed at all was very lucky if you asked me. There was a certain stubbornness about her that could never bear to be frightened at the will of others.Her courage always rose at every attempt to intimidate her.Which is why her rule as chair of the Family business would be a remarkable site.The footprints she would leave behind in her reign as leader would be those that the paths of wall street had never known.
She waited upstairs in her room in her black silk dress for Scott Daimler, the gentleman who would accompany her to the annual Klingon ball.
"Remind me why this is necessary again Charlie?" Abigail muttered in a completely bored complaining tone.
"Hmph," he breathed heavily before answering this question for the tenth time this week, "This night is of utmost importance because tradition dictates that the dances are meant to strengthen the ties between the families of Wall street and serves as an initiative of handing over of titles of authority to their heirs. Each family has its own and the Robinson's representative is, I'm afraid is you Mademoiselle Abigail."He concluded.
"Plus,Mr.Daimler is really looking forward to spending time with you this evening."he said smiling sheepishly.
"Argh!Heavens Charlie,smack that grin off your face.How is it that you manage to make things seem worse than they are every time you 'cheer me up'?"she beckoned.
"You're welcome Miss.'I-can't-wait-to-spend-time-with-him' .he answered sadistically just to watch her squirm.
"Chaaaarrlieee!" She complained further , hitting his arm.
"Ouch!In any case, he is the one that should be worried because of your horrible dance skills."Charlie spoke in consolation.
"What are you talking about?They're almost perfect!"she said in a clueless tone,
"Yeah! 'Perfect'..Wait until he cha-chas you off the floor; Even your dog that thinks you're perfect will read the Times for that story!"He said in an almost excited tone.
"Hey, I know that you like him and that he kissed you once and you predictably freaked out but keep an eye-open for Mr.Daimler.He always has a hidden agenda behind that charm." He uttered in a concerned tone.
"You're delusional Charlie.Wait, how do you even know that happened?''she began to question him.
"I empty the bin in your room deary, yeah, the one where you throw the pieces of paper you cut off from your diary."he said.
"Aaaaaand?"she asked waiting for a better answer.
"This particular piece of paper was in red, I like red,the rest of the mischievous activity is predictable" he answered adjusting his bow tie.
Just then, the pealing of the doorbell deafened their ears and Charlie rushed to receive it.It was their expected guest.
"Good evening Mr.Daimler,Miss.Robinson will be with you shortly."Charlie muttered in a welcoming tone.
Abigail had began coming down the spiral stairs and as she had her moment,Scott's mind had wandered into a journey of defining his amazement of the glory of her beauty. Scott received her at the end of the spiral,stretching out his hand he said,"You look dashing Abby".
She could tell he had a lot more to say but her being her,she cut him short with a quick thank
you and they set off for the ball after bidding Charlie goodbye.
"Record her if she makes fun of me!'' Charlie shouted as he waved.
They grow up so fast he thought basking in the glory of his good guardianship skills.
Author:Peris Ngugi
|CHEEKY*DIARIES|
"Remind me why this is necessary again Charlie?" Abigail muttered in a completely bored complaining tone.
"Hmph," he breathed heavily before answering this question for the tenth time this week, "This night is of utmost importance because tradition dictates that the dances are meant to strengthen the ties between the families of Wall street and serves as an initiative of handing over of titles of authority to their heirs. Each family has its own and the Robinson's representative is, I'm afraid is you Mademoiselle Abigail."He concluded.
"Plus,Mr.Daimler is really looking forward to spending time with you this evening."he said smiling sheepishly.
"Argh!Heavens Charlie,smack that grin off your face.How is it that you manage to make things seem worse than they are every time you 'cheer me up'?"she beckoned.
"You're welcome Miss.'I-can't-wait-to-spend-time-with-him' .he answered sadistically just to watch her squirm.
"Chaaaarrlieee!" She complained further , hitting his arm.
"Ouch!In any case, he is the one that should be worried because of your horrible dance skills."Charlie spoke in consolation.
"What are you talking about?They're almost perfect!"she said in a clueless tone,
"Yeah! 'Perfect'..Wait until he cha-chas you off the floor; Even your dog that thinks you're perfect will read the Times for that story!"He said in an almost excited tone.
"Hey, I know that you like him and that he kissed you once and you predictably freaked out but keep an eye-open for Mr.Daimler.He always has a hidden agenda behind that charm." He uttered in a concerned tone.
"You're delusional Charlie.Wait, how do you even know that happened?''she began to question him.
"I empty the bin in your room deary, yeah, the one where you throw the pieces of paper you cut off from your diary."he said.
"Aaaaaand?"she asked waiting for a better answer.
"This particular piece of paper was in red, I like red,the rest of the mischievous activity is predictable" he answered adjusting his bow tie.
Just then, the pealing of the doorbell deafened their ears and Charlie rushed to receive it.It was their expected guest.
"Good evening Mr.Daimler,Miss.Robinson will be with you shortly."Charlie muttered in a welcoming tone.
Abigail had began coming down the spiral stairs and as she had her moment,Scott's mind had wandered into a journey of defining his amazement of the glory of her beauty. Scott received her at the end of the spiral,stretching out his hand he said,"You look dashing Abby".
She could tell he had a lot more to say but her being her,she cut him short with a quick thank
you and they set off for the ball after bidding Charlie goodbye.
"Record her if she makes fun of me!'' Charlie shouted as he waved.
They grow up so fast he thought basking in the glory of his good guardianship skills.
Author:Peris Ngugi
|CHEEKY*DIARIES|
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