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Aesop's Fables
0 ReviewsA girl losses it all and ends up on an island with a family with the last name of Fable. but she finds out the Fables are under a curse. can she break the curse without getting killed?
Chapter 1
A Hop, Skip, and a Boat Ride Away
It was only a week ago when mom died. She left me nothing but the clothes on my back and a broken locket. But I was ok with it; we didn't have anything greater than our love before. Now she’s gone and by state law I have to share my life with a relative. Uproot, relocate. It didn't bother me, I was always good with starting over, and mom and I did it a lot in the past.
It was my father I was going to stay with on a small unknown island that he owned. He lived there, shipping out farm goods for money. From what his letters told me, the place had its own little town and a few other ranchers then him. He said there were girls my age so we could have “Girl Fun” and leave him to his work. It didn't matter either way. My friends I had at home were few and far between, and the few steady ones had their own lives, so I was used to being alone. It's not that I'm not up to making new friends, but there's something unsettling to other girls about the way I am and look.
I'm tall for a girl of 16, standing at around 5’11 and weighing 120 soaking wet. I don’t tan, or burn; I'm a nice shade of pale pink all year round. I have chestnut brown hair that stops just below my neck. I don’t wear it in any style, just parted to the side. My eyes contrast with my hair and pop out with an emerald green that looks like they belong to a cat.
My clothes don’t say anything about me other than you can tell I like being different. I wear tattered boys blue jeans with a t-shirt with some decal of whatever place mom had worked over the years. With a thin light blue scarf wrapped either around my neck or waist, I feel complete. The outfit was always complimented by a black or dark blue hoodie, due to the fact that wherever mom lived it was always bound to be chilly at some point.
There was no school on this island and yet somehow the government let it happen; or maybe because I was so close to graduating. Just two years left to go, mom always said whenever the subject was brought up.
I boarded the boat carrying nothing but a small duffle bag. An old man eyed me and smiled
“You're Cain’s little girl right? I'm Parker, the long time captain of this vessel”
I nodded, smiling politely at the old sailor.
“Then let's have your name, he never did get around to telling me much about you”
By “he” I assumed he meant dad. From the stories mom told me about my father he wasn't one for a family or a talkative sort.
“My names Elisa Eden.”
“I see. So you didn't keep your father’s last name?”
“I never had it. By the time I was born dad was gone.”
I didn't say it with resentment. I didn't hate him for leaving, I just didn't care. I had met the man at birthday parties a few times, a present on a Christmas or two, and we wrote a little, but that was it.
“So, you’ll be stayin’ with ‘em then? Good luck”
The old man turned without a word and walked up the stairs to the steering wheel of the boat. It was a bit bigger than a yacht but smaller than a ship.
I turned to face the breeze and sighed. I didn't even have any money to tip the captain; I had spent it all on paying the taxi fee to get here. At least I won't have to worry about not loosing it.
A Hop, Skip, and a Boat Ride Away
It was only a week ago when mom died. She left me nothing but the clothes on my back and a broken locket. But I was ok with it; we didn't have anything greater than our love before. Now she’s gone and by state law I have to share my life with a relative. Uproot, relocate. It didn't bother me, I was always good with starting over, and mom and I did it a lot in the past.
It was my father I was going to stay with on a small unknown island that he owned. He lived there, shipping out farm goods for money. From what his letters told me, the place had its own little town and a few other ranchers then him. He said there were girls my age so we could have “Girl Fun” and leave him to his work. It didn't matter either way. My friends I had at home were few and far between, and the few steady ones had their own lives, so I was used to being alone. It's not that I'm not up to making new friends, but there's something unsettling to other girls about the way I am and look.
I'm tall for a girl of 16, standing at around 5’11 and weighing 120 soaking wet. I don’t tan, or burn; I'm a nice shade of pale pink all year round. I have chestnut brown hair that stops just below my neck. I don’t wear it in any style, just parted to the side. My eyes contrast with my hair and pop out with an emerald green that looks like they belong to a cat.
My clothes don’t say anything about me other than you can tell I like being different. I wear tattered boys blue jeans with a t-shirt with some decal of whatever place mom had worked over the years. With a thin light blue scarf wrapped either around my neck or waist, I feel complete. The outfit was always complimented by a black or dark blue hoodie, due to the fact that wherever mom lived it was always bound to be chilly at some point.
There was no school on this island and yet somehow the government let it happen; or maybe because I was so close to graduating. Just two years left to go, mom always said whenever the subject was brought up.
I boarded the boat carrying nothing but a small duffle bag. An old man eyed me and smiled
“You're Cain’s little girl right? I'm Parker, the long time captain of this vessel”
I nodded, smiling politely at the old sailor.
“Then let's have your name, he never did get around to telling me much about you”
By “he” I assumed he meant dad. From the stories mom told me about my father he wasn't one for a family or a talkative sort.
“My names Elisa Eden.”
“I see. So you didn't keep your father’s last name?”
“I never had it. By the time I was born dad was gone.”
I didn't say it with resentment. I didn't hate him for leaving, I just didn't care. I had met the man at birthday parties a few times, a present on a Christmas or two, and we wrote a little, but that was it.
“So, you’ll be stayin’ with ‘em then? Good luck”
The old man turned without a word and walked up the stairs to the steering wheel of the boat. It was a bit bigger than a yacht but smaller than a ship.
I turned to face the breeze and sighed. I didn't even have any money to tip the captain; I had spent it all on paying the taxi fee to get here. At least I won't have to worry about not loosing it.
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