When The Angels Sing
~Chapter One~
My name is Ivory Skylight.
“Ivy, its time to wake up now.” I heard, trying to wake me up. I moaned, rolling over to my other side. “Ivory. Wake up.” It said again, more authority.
“What?” I asked, rolling back. I opened my eyes and saw Sage looking at me. Her white mirror eyes, looked at me. I moaned, covering my face. I could feel the sunlight leaking through the thin window curtains, cover my skin. Warming me up, making me feel hot under my blankets. I pushed them aside, and sat up.
“Good. Now, hurry up and get ready. Your father wants you.” Sage said, her body slowly and gracefully walking out of my room. I sighed, why couldn’t I have such an easy job like her? Oh that’s right, I’m really not that easy. I sighed. I walked into my bathroom and started the shower.
Okay, lets get this straight. Sage is a robotic/human panther. She was created to pacifically for me. She’s like, my care taker. My dad is what you would call a mad scientist. He had created Sage. Sage is pretty cool. She is after all a animal with a human mind. Well she is like a human, but in a animal body. Yeah, pretty cool. I know!
“Ivy!” Sage yelled. I sighed and ran out of the shower. I ran into my room, jerked open my closet and changed into my evening dress. I don’t like them, I actually hate them. But when I see father, I must dress up. Madison, Sage’s sister, attacked my hair. Madison is a robotic human thingie. She is more of a robot than human. Madison finished, and put me on Sage. Sage smiled, a pantherish grin up at me, I gripped her tightly, and ran out of the room. We darted through the house, and quickly came to the dining room. I jumped off of Sage, smoothed my hair and clothes and ran into the room.
“Well, Hello there.” My dad said, looking at the newspaper. His dark eyes looked up at me, bags covered his eyes. His brown hair messy, pieces stuck up, right and left. I couldn’t help it, I started to laugh.
“Ivy, hush.” Sage whispered in my ear. That’s why she is connected to me. She has some of my blood in her brain or something, so we can sort of talk in our minds. I closed my mouth.
“What was so funny?” My dad asked, a smile in his eyes.
“I’m going to guess and say that Rachael didn’t see you this morning.” I smiled at him. He laughed.
“No, she did not. My hair is that bad?” He smiled. I nodded, giggling. He pointed to the seat in front of him, I slowly made my way to the seat and sat down. “Breakfast?” He asked, I nodded.
“Waffles.” I smiled. Chef came in, his blue eyes smiling as he held a warm pile of waffles and syrup. He set the plate down, his tanned hands lightly touching my arm. Chef was always nice that way. He would always know what you wanted, even if you didn’t. I smiled up at him, his face cracking a smile. He grabbed the syrup and completely covered the waffles in syrup.
“Thank you, Chef.” I smiled. He nodded and vanished into the kitchen again.
“Now what did you want to talk about?” I asked, grabbing my fork and taking a bite out of the waffles. I heard a yummy escape my lips.
“Ivory! Manners!!” Sage yelled into my head. I looked at her, laying down close to the big fireplace, her eyes watching me. My dad cleared his throat. I looked up at him, setting down my fork and wiping my face with a napkin.
“I wanted to talk to you about your mother.” He said. Way to be so blunt, Dad.
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