Our Tale Begins...
It is a bright and sunny Thursday morning at the Von Ryker estate, and the usual morning preparations are beginning to grind and fall into place. It moves with seamless ease, and the older man running the place they were residing in expected no less. But with the grace of everything downstairs…upstairs was a different issue. No, not in the main hallways but behind the oak door of Freya Von Ryker. The young woman was looking over her desktop computer, raking a hand through her chocolate strands. “C’mon, c’mon!” She whined as she angrily stood up from the table, causing a few miscellaneous things to shift slightly, but fall back into place. “Why isn’t it posted yet?! They specifically state in the syllabus that grades are to be posted no later than Thursday, at 9AM! It’s 9:05 and there is still no sign of my grades being posted!” The woman groaned and paced in her room. “I need to know my grades!” she angrily chimed, and upon spotting the candy dish she kept in her room, snatched one up and feverishly discarded the wrapper before plopping it into her mouth welcoming the orange zesty taste that soon enveloped her palate.
“Oh, lolli…” She sighed, feeling her nerves calm a little at a distraction. “I would go insane without you here, I’m so glad we keep a dish in all the rooms.” She sat on her bed, and glanced at the ceiling. She could hear the ticking from her clock nearby and giving it a quick glance, was sent into her small frenzy again, though not nearly as horrible since she had candy to distract her nerves. Checking for what would be the twentieth time today, she clicked refresh and let out an annoyed shriek. “UGH! I can’t do this anymore!” She groaned. Whenever she had an issue, she would let a butler know. Someone had to have an answer as to why this was happening. She needed these grades so she could show her father and they were standing in between her knowing if she would be accepted into the college she applied for or not. “I just..I just need to leave and get some breakfast…and…” She tried reasoning with herself, but as she had made a beeline for the door and got her hand on the knob, she froze as the ping of her computer indicated a message.
Freya blinked, and her brown eyes glanced over towards the machine as she scurried over and refreshed the page another time. There is was – her grades! She quickly skimmed them and began jumping in delight. “Oh, oh! I have to show James!” The print out was in her hands in a matter of moments, and she discarded the now eaten lollipop and ran down the hall, calling for him to show him her flawless results for the accuplacer, and her now acceptance letter into college. “James!” She called as she bolted down the stairs, nearly sending herself crashing down twice. “James, look! Look what I did!” Freya came to a screeching halt when she had found him, her hair awry and her clothing a bit disheveled from running everywhere. “Look, look, look!” She shoved the paper towards him, beaming.