| Fan Fiction |
by _niXIAH
From the kitchen door, Dianne shouted. “Lady ~~~~~, lunch is near, get in here.” she said. “Okay.” you answered in a lazy voice. No, not lazy... sad voice that is. “She’s having problems, Dianne?” another maid asked. “Yeah... I want to help her... but I don’t know if I can.” Dianne answered. “You know her, right? You should ask her if something’s wrong.” she said. “I want to... oh, here she comes.” Dianne said.
You entered the kitchen and they were already washing the spoons, forks and plates that will be used for lunch. You sighed and sat down on a chair. The second maid who was beside Dianne that time patted her shoulder as a signal for Dianne to talk to you. Dianne groaned and walked with heavy steps going to you. She placed her right hand on your shoulder. When you looked at her, she gave you a smile.
She sat on the chair next to you, looking at you. “If something’s bothering you, just tell me.” Dianne said. You sighed again. “Dianne?” you called. “Yes, Lady ~~~~~?” she replied. “Would you mind calling me by my name? I mean... without Lady or something else.” you said in a sad voice.
“I can’t do that.... I’m your maid.” Dianne answered. “You can. Besides, we’re the same age... and you’re a friend to me, not a maid.” you answered. Dianne sighed and smiled. “If that’s what you wish to. Let me call you Lady ~~~~~ for the last time.” she said. “Okay.” you answered with a little smile.
Dianne stood up and went on drying the spoons, forks and dishes. The second maid smiled at her and she smiled back as she glanced at you who were still at the chair. With your chin placed in your right hand and your elbow on top of the table. Moments later, Mr. Kim and Aunt Emily entered the kitchen as the maids place the spoons, forks and dishes on the table. Mr. Kim sat on the chair he usually sits to and Aunt Emily next to you.
And so, the three of you started to eat. After ten minutes, not still finish eating,
“We’ll talk again later, ~~~~~.” Mr. Kim spoke seriously. “Yes, grandpa.” you answered. You finished your food immediately and stood up without saying anything. Dianne and the maid was outside the kitchen peeking at the door. They began to whisper at one another.
“Was there a problem between the two of them?” she asked. “Maybe... I don’t know anything yet.” Dianne answered. “And the thing she told me earlier... not to call her Lady ~~~~~ anymore... it bothers me a lot.” Dianne added. Suddenly, “Hey!” the oldest maid called as she placed both her hands on Dianne and the other maid’s head. It was Dianne’s mother. “Peeking at others’ activities is bad, you know?” she continued.
“Sorry, mom.” Dianne answered. “Sorry.” the other one said. “Okay, go to your work now.” she ordered. And the two worked again.
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“Now that you’ve found out everything, what do you want to tell me?” Mr. Kim asked. Your eyes become teary. You let go of a heavy sigh and said “Why would you forbid me on choosing what I want when I’m not your real granddaughter?” you asked with your voice sounding very angry and sad.
“Isn’t it clear to you yet? I told you I treated you as my real granddaughter.” Mr. Kim answered. Aunt Emily was just listening at the door. “You treated me as your real granddaughter and I’m you’re real granddaughter is different, grandpa.” you protested. [Did I make any sense on that line?]
“So now what?” he asked accepting his defeat with your statement. “What do you want to mean by that?” he continued. “Are you telling me I have no right to do those things to you? Are you telling me that because I’m not your real grandpa, I have no right to give the things you should do and the things you should not do?!” he asked angrily.
“I’m not saying that, grandpa!” you said in a voice seems to be shouting. “Don’t you dare shout on me!” he shouted. “I... I’m not shouting at you.” you said as you started to cry. He sighed and turned around to look outside. “I’m sorry.” you said. “Don’t say sorry.” he replied and looked at you again.
“Now, tell me what you want.” he ordered. “What... I want?” you repeated in a question. “Anything.” he said. You bowed and glued your eyes at the floor. “Let me choose what I want from now on.” you answered slowly. “Let you choose from now on... and what do you want?” he asked. “What... do I want?” you repeated looking at your grandpa.
“It’s Junsu, right?” he asked calmly. You were surprised. Your eyes widened and then you looked at the floor again. You bit your lips as your tears started to fall. ***Come one, ~~~~~, I know he won’t agree with that.*** you thought.
“It’s up to you. Don’t blame me if something bad happen, okay?” he said and patted your head. You looked at him and smiled. “THANKS, GRANDPA!” you shouted and hugged him tightly. He smiles as he taps slightly your back. “Does it mean I am free now?” you asked, pushing a little away from him.
“Yeah... do as you wish to.” he replied. “THANK you so much, grandpa! I love you so much!” you said and hugged him again.
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REPLIES:
♥Yuki♥: Ohh... I was... my mouth was left opened...
I didn’t think of that thing... Aww... but what’s important
Is they told you about it, right? And they love and care for you...
Geez, those moms who do that kind of things to their child...
I hate them... and you know, I was different...
Because my father left me and my mom and small bro
When i was born. Damn!:)) I don’t want to see his face!
Even though I wasn’t able to see it.xD
Really? Aww,, I love hearing that! Friends!:) Heheeh.xD
iLY!:D
YUKIMURAis♥: Hehehe... ano itsura diary? Uhm...
Diary? I think. LOLZ.:)) Heheeh.xD
Aww,, oo nga, alam mo na lahat...:D
criX: Yeah... atleast, he treats you as real to them...
That’s what’s important!:D HEhehe.xD