The Tales of Lady Tressle
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Chapter One
The Orphan
I go by many titles. Governmental, Terence Arch. Formally, Mr. Arch. Informally, Terence. By my family, Terry. But the name I go by that is most important to me is the name given to me by the only person I truly admire, support, and love. My dear companion, and the dear girl I protect. She may be a young lady. But she has more skill, confidence, intelligence, and maturity than you could ever imagine. And she knows this.
Her name is Lady Tressle. Or, at least that's what I call her. And what she calls herself. I apologize, for my train of thought isn't getting to the point. I am Sir. Terrace. Before I tell you of my adventures with Lady Tressle, you'll need to know the story where me and Lady Tressle met. The story of how my life changed forever.
It started out as a lovely morning to many people's eyes, but not to my own. This was a time before I met Lady Tressle. A time when life was eat, stretch, excersise, work, eat, work, eat, sleep, repeat. A time when I didn't see the point in passion. A time when color was a little detail that was easy to ignore. "Excuse me sir. Isn't it a lovely day?" The voice of a British girl at the age of ten asked me.
"It's cloudy outside." I say with a frown. The girl merely stares at me for a moment, then stares at the clouds. "My mummy says that every cloud has a silver lining. But that's preposterous! Clouds are not silver." She told me. "But that cloud is golden." She tells me. I roll my eyes, looking up merely to amuse the girl. The sun was just above the horizon. Letting out a beam of light that made the clouds around it golden. It was then I wondered, how come I've never seen this before.
I looked back down to see that the girl had gone. She had found herself distracted by the conversation because she was chasing a Blue Monarch. I looked at the sunrise again, amazed that I never noticed it before. But then it was time to get back to my day. I quickly forgot the clouds. The sun, the clouds, the butterfly quickly fled my grey little brain. But I could never forget that girl's voice.
I returned to the park every morning after that. But I didn't see the girl until after a week. She was sitting on the bench, holding a jar with air holes in the pink paper lid. The blue butterfly was inside. "I caught it!" She told me with a proud smile. She had scrapes on her knees and dark rings under her eyes. "My lord! Child, have you been chasing that butterfly all week?" I asked, bewildered. The child nodded.
"It's wings are peculiar. One side is painted brown with eyes painted on. The other is painted like a Marnarch, yet it's blue." She told me. "I'm sorry young lady. But that butterfly is not painted." I told her. "In my world it is." She told me. Although she was a child, her voice made it clear that that was that. "Really?" I asked with a slight chuckle. Then she did an odd thing. She untied the ribbon around the lid and released the butterfly, which flew into the sky.
I stared at her in shock. "But you worked so hard to get it! Why did you just let it go?" I asked. It made no sense. Why would, even a child, work so hard to get something only to throw it away? "Because that chapters over. I can't stare at the butterfly forever. Or we'll both die without meaning. The next chapter of my life has to begin now." She told me. I still couldn't understand.
"Then why chase it all week?" I asked. "If you live your life not finishing the task you started, then you'll die with a pile of unfinished buisness." The girl told me. "That's what my mother told me when she was taken away. Now she writes to me every day to give me a task." She told me. "What do you mean, taken away?" I asked. The girl met that with a silence. That was the first and only time I saw her frown. Clearly I touched the one subject she didn't want to talk about that day.
"Are you an orphan?" I asked. The girl walked away. I watched her with curiosity as she entered a blue bricked building with a sign saying: Mrs. Potter's home for little girls. The sun was setting, so I returned home. But that Friday night as I ate dinner, finished paper work, payed the bills, sorted my pay, and layed in bed, a thought twirled in my head as I realized how gloomy my life was. How... What was the world? Pointless. My life was pointless. What would come out of my hard work? Nothing but a stack of papers.
The next morning I had the day off. So I got to work. I walked to a spare room in my house that I never used and cleaned it up. I vacuumed, dusted, mopped, and opened up the large window. I painted the walls a pinkish white and then went on the computer. Here I rested yet I did more work. I researched schools, baby sitters, and newspapers about arrest in the past ten years. I found out that the girl's mother had murdered her father. The sentence wasn't for life, because she did it as defense to save her daughter. But it was long enough for her daughter to grow up as an orphan.
I frowned, feeling more of an understanding for the child. Her name was Teresa Wessle. An interesting name. I then went on a site called Amazon where I purchased furniture. Once I was done, I went outside the house to get a library card. Here I borrowed some parenting books. By then, I had certainly made up my mind and was ready. Ready to adopt a child. But little did I realize, Teresa was also adopting me.
I spent the rest of the day reading. I managed to read three chapters of a book before I went to bed. That was the first perfect sleep I ever had. And the next morning, I took a minute to appreciate the sun rise as I got dressed. The clouds were pink today. I smiled, walking out the door. On my way to the orphanage, I called my mother and sister to make arrangements for dinner that night.
"I was wondering when you were gonna get a life!" My teenage sister (a bit of an age difference.) laughed. "Wendy Mavis Arch!" My mother yelled. "Sorry. Yeah! I'll be happy to come!" Wendy cheered. She loved children and was a professional baby sitter. She was getting training to become a nanny as her future career. "Great! See you there." I cheered, hanging up as I purchased a dress. The dress looked like it would fit Teresa. It was a light blue dress with pink lace at the botom of the knee length skirt. There was a pink bow on each strap and it came with a white hair ribbon. I purchased a gold heart necklace, white leggings, and pink dress shoes to match.
I folded the outfit into a gold box. I put the lid on and tied a red ribbon around it before heading to my appointment. "Mr. Arch Terrance?" The secretary asked. I got up and walked to the counter. I sat down as she checked my records. "So you're here to adopt Teressa?" The secretary asked. "It's Tressle!" Terrisa's voice yelled from another room. A wave of laughter from little girl's followed. "Lady Tressle! Lady Wessle! Call her Terry she will Wrestle!" The girl's chanted.
"Uh... Yes." I replied. After a few more questions, about my job, about my life, about my family, and about my house, the secretary gave me the papers to sign. "There will be a month trial, with an inspection once a week. If everything goes well, you'll be her permanent guardian." The secretary told me before entering the other room. They talked for a moment. Then Teresa and a few other doors peaked out the door. Teresa smiled before going upstairs. She came back with a few suitcases and ran back down.
"Hello Mister Arch. I am going to call you Sir. Terrace. You may call me Lady Tressle." She told me. "Why?" I asked. "Why not?" She replied. "Okay then, Lady Tressle. How do you know my name?" I asked. "You think you're the only one who does research?" She asked before running out the door. I laughed softly, a bit bewildered as I followed her. And that is how the lovely Lady Tressle entered my life. -
Stardust1 NoviceAww, this is cute so far.
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Chapter Two
The New Life
It's difficult, you must understand, to start a new life. A new house, a new neighborhood, a new family, a new set of rules. These things are all trials in life that many face. But when you are an orphan, you spend an entire childhood learning how to master these obstacles. And when you're as stubborn as Lady Tressle, the trials are solved before the time comes to solve them.
Lady Tressle walked with me to my house. Well, I walked. She skipped. Well... Skipped, twirled, walked, skipped, leaped, twirled, ran, skipped, twirled, skipped, leaped, skipped, and so on. Her walking style was curious and wild. Yet she somehow made it seam graceful. We entered my house and she walked around. "Shall I give you a tour?" I asked. "Where's the fun in that?" Lady Tressle replied as she ran off to explore.
I went upstairs while she explored the living room. I set up a mattress for her to temporarily sleep in and placed the box on it. Secondly I went downstairs and found Lady Tressle cooking in the kitchen. She had gotten out eggs, cheese, a Mr. Noodles package, mayonnaise, and mustard. The Mr. Noodles were cooking in the microwave while she put some water and the flavor packet from the noodles into the eggs.
I watched her with curiosity as Lady Tressle took out the noodles. she drained the noodles which were enough for two. She then started the stove and put a frying pan on it. Pouring the eggs into the frying pan, she added butter and cheese as it cooked. When she was done, she put the scrambled eggs back into the bowl. Mixing them with mustard and mayonnaise, she stirred to make an interesting sauce that she put on the noodles.
"I made us lunch!" Lady Tressle announced as she placed the noodles on the table. "That looks... uh... interesting." I replied as she began to eat hers. She saw me hesitate and crossed her arms. "How do you know you won't like it if you don't try it?" She asked me. I sat down and ate the egg noodles. They were actually pretty good. "Told ya so!" Lady Tressle laughed once we finished. "Can I see my new room?" She asked with a large smile. "Of course!" I replied, bringing her upstairs.
Lady Tressle looked around the room. "I ordered furniture that should arrive in a few days. For now this should do." I told her. Lady Tressle studied the room. I wondered what she was thinking as she walked around. "It's very plain... I like that!" Lady Tressle cheered. Little did I know, she liked it because she discovered ways to change it.
After Lady Tressle explored, had a shower, dryed off, and gotten dressed, she ordered me to braid her hair. This made me pause, because I hadn't the slightest idea of how to braid hair. Oh well. How hard can it be? I separated the hair into two pigtails. Then I crisscrossed them all the way to the bottom. I put them into pigtails again and sighed. It wasn't even close to a braid... but it was something. "That's not a braid at all..." Lady Tressle told me as she studied her reflection. "You just crisscrossed pigtails." She told me.
After a while of silence, she added. "It's peculiar. I like it!" She cheered. I sighed with relief as I left to get myself dressed. "So we are meeting my new relatives today?" Lady Tressle asked through the door. "Just two. Your Grandmother and your Aunt Wendy." I answered. I came out and tied the hair ribbon on the middle criss cross. Lady Tressle then turned to me and made the first of many request.
"After dinner can we visit my mummy?" She asked. I sighed, knowing visiting hours at the prison would be over by the time they were done visiting my mother. And the next day would be the day I had to go to work. "Tomorrow, when I am done work." I told her. She nodded and ran out the door. A laughed, following her to the car.
We arrived at my mother's house and my sister was waiting out the door. "Hi Terry!" My sister cheered. "It's Tressle!" Lady Tressle told my sister. It was then I remembered we both had names that could be shortened to Terry. "Her name's Teresa. But she prefers to be called Lady Tressle." I told Wendy. "Oh! Terri and Terry!" My sister laughed. "No. Lady Tressle and Sir. Terrace." She told my sister.
Wendy laughed as we brought Lady Tressle inside. A similar situation happened when mother greeted me. "Lady Tressle? What a peculiar name." My mother replied after the confusion died down. "But of course! Isn't everything considered peculiar by some way or someone?" Lady Tressle replied. "You know, you're absolutely right!" Wendy replied.
"I will not pray." Lady Tressle told my mother before we ate. Mother always insisted on praying before meals. "Why not?" Mother asked. "I do not like God." Lady Tressle answered. "He is a hypocrite." Lady Tressle added. "No he is not!" Mother snapped. "Yes he is." My sister blurted. "Love thy neighbor? But God hates gays, trans genders, Jews, and anyone who doesn't play by his rules. Hitler had thousands of supporters. Hitler helped a lot of people. But in the end, was what he was doing right?" Lady Tressle lectured.
"Okay, let's stop talking about religion!" I decided. "Lady Tressle shall believe what she wants to." I told mother. "Agree to disagree then." Mother sighed before we ate. "This is nice!" Lady Tressle cheered. "Don't push it." I told her. Wendy and Lady Tressle giggled. I had a feeling they were gonna get along. Though I wondered if mom was going to be the modern grandma that spoiled children, or the old fashioned grandma that would take their grandkid down the path they wanted their child to go on.
After dinner, my sister gave Lady Tressle many gifts. At least she had an aunt to spoil her. Lady Tressle opened the lovely presents. Paint, all sorts of brushes, paper, markers, a jewelry/music box with a little ballerina that spun when music played, a camera, some outfits, and three books. "Splendid! Thank you very much!" Lady Tressle cheered.
During the car ride home, I wondered how I would get Lady Tressle to fall asleep. She was so hyper and chattery because of the busy day. I was worried because she would be starting her new school in the morning. And she was chatting about this to. But as soon as we parked in my driveway she had talked herself to sleep. I carried her to bed and once again I fell into a long rest. -
Oml it is so so so cute!!!!
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Chapter Three
Friendship and Enemies
School is the place where children gain education and experience. Where they learn to deal with society along with learning their academics. I wondered what school would be like for Lady Tressle. A person like Lady Tressle often gets bullied. But a person like Lady Tressle knows how to defend herself. With her story, she understands the importance of defense. And she has enough determination to even defend another.
"Be good! And make lots of friends!" Lady Tressle told me. I raised an eyebrow. "Lady Tressle, I should be telling this to you. I am not a child." I told her. "How many friends do you have?" She asked as I gave her her backpack. "Oh look! Your bus is here!" I replied. She walked onto the bus and I went to work.
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Sorry 'bout that. But are you reading to hear 'bout his day at work? Or are you here to read about Lady Tressle? My name is Skyler. And I shall narrate Lady Tressle's life through my eyes when she is at school. My name is Merida. And if I haven't met Lady Tressle, it would of been hard to make meself a friend.
It was my first day of school. My parents moved me and me liittle sister Joan and me wee brother Curtis from Scotland to Canada during the weekend. Curtis is too younge for school. So ''tis just me and Joan (who's in grade one) on our first day of school. "Oi! Slow down!" I called to Joan. Her tiny little legs ran quickly down the side walk. She jumped in puddle after puddle. "Quit it ya little weasle! Ya gettin mud on your new dress!" I yelled as I followed her.
People chuckled as I took Joan into the school. "Where would the class for this little 'un be?" I asked, holding Joan's hand so she wouldn't scurry away. "Where would the little 'un class be?" Other children mocked in phony accents. I saw a girl walk in and she glared at them all. "Hello Merida. Your sister is in Mr. Wan's classroom." The Principal replied. "Thank ya kindly." I replied, causing children to snicker.
"Hey! You're the chick from Scotland?" A boy who appeared ta be 'round eleven asked, pushing people aside and walking up at me. "Indeed we are." I replied. "I doubt that. Where's your wee little quilt? And ya tiny braids and bonnet?!" The boy asked in a phony accent. "There're in here. Would you like to see?" The girl asked in a British accent. She held her hand in a fist but had an innocent smile.
"Oh no! Are you gonna fight me?" The boy asked in mock panic. "No." She replied, opening her hand. Inside 'twas a folded piece of paper with his name on it. "Did some research to find out who the school bully was on the way here. I found this paper on the ground as luck would have it. Thought I'd keep it since I recognized the name." She said as the boy went pale. She gasped.
"Wait a second! Is this paper a secret?" She asked in fake shock. "No!" The boy yelled defensively. He tried to grab the paper but she jumped out the way. "Well... If it's not secret maybe I should hold on to it. We'll be on our way now." The girl cheered, taking me and Joan passed the befuddled boy. "Who are you?" I asked. "Teresa. But you can call me Lady Tressle." The girl replied.
"Okay then. You may call me Lady Marry!" I decided. "I will not. I will call you Madam Rita." Lady Tressle replied. "Splendid!" I agreed. During lunch, Lady Tressle said the most peculiar thing I had ever heard any'one say in me 'tire life! "Now that he knows he can not harm us, I say we befriend Damian." Lady Tressle decided. "Damian? Ya don't mean that rude lad we met earlier..." I replied. "Of course I do!" Lady Tressle replied as if I asked her if she 'twas sure Blue and yellow made green.
I argued at first. But of course, it 'twas no use. Once she set her mind with something, talking ta Lady Tressle was like, was like... Talking to a brick wall! "All he did was make fun of your accent." Lady Tressle replied to me arguments. "And I taught him a lesson for that." She added. "But what if he don't change? What if it gets worse!?!" I asked. "Then I read the paper I found to the school. But for now, he deserves a chance to change. He will not make friends if he stays on that path. Not real ones." Lady Tressle replied.
"Why should we care if he makes no true friends?" I asked. "Because we do not know his story yet. And if we don't know his story, but judge him for one action... Well then, we are just as bad as he is. Simple as that Madam Rita. If we only consider our own needs, we'll end up like my father." She told me. That was all she was willing ta say about her father. And that was that. At recess we would attempt to befriend Damian. -
It is really good!
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Chapter Four
The Trio
"What do you want?" Damian asked, crossing his arms and turning away. His face was red but it was unclear why. "I came to request friendship." Lady Tressle offered. "Why?" Damian asked, turning to them. "Because it's better to make friends than it is to make enemies." Lady Tressle answered. "Whatever." Damian replied. "My name is Lady Tressle. I shall call you Sir. Anima." Lady Tressle told him.
I giggled loudly at that. "Shut up!" Damian yelled at me. "Don't you like the name?" Lady Tressle asked. "Sure, whatever." Damian replied, rolling his eyes. "You should not talk to us like that!" I yelled crossly. "Madam, calm down." Tressle told me. "Clearly he does not want ta be friends Tressle! Let us be going!" I told her. "No! I will not! You do not order me! And I don't order you! If you want no part in my goals then leave." Tressle told me.
"Girls, girls. Stop the hissy fit." He chuckled. I rolled me eyes at Damian. "We aren't having a hissy fit..." I muttered crossly. But Tressle was beaming. The odd girl lept onto the bench Damian sat on. "We made you smile! We made you smile!" She teased. Damian laughed. Tressle threw out the paper cause she felt she didn't need it. "I appreciate that." Damian sighed, standing up. "And... I'm sorry for making fun of your accent... That wasn't cool..." Damian added, putting his hands in his pockets.
I didn't forgive him. I rolled me eyes and sighed. "Okay then." I replied, shaking his hand. I wondered if Lady Tressle had actually planned this all out. Damian being a jerk, his paper being there, me being new, me being stubborn, me not wanting to be his friend, us fighting, him laughing, throwing the paper out... Was this all part of a well thought out plain? If so, I didn't like that. "Don't worry." Tressle told me. "I only plain out the important details of my life." She told me.
After school, Tressle's father was not home right away. Turns out because'of that he arranged for Tressle to stay at me house for school days! "What 'tis he doing here?" I asked when Tressle let Damian in. "Nice to see you as well." Damian replied sarcastically. "His mom let him come over!" Tressle cheered. "'Course she did." I groaned.
Joan ran up to Damian. "Hello mister. You are very handsome." She told him with a large grin. Damian chuckled as I glared at her. "No he is not!" I told her. Joan shrugged and ran to her room. "Yes he is!!! He is!" Curtis yelled from his room, squealing with laughter. "Ya don't even know what he looks like ya little brat!" I yelled. "He is! He is very han son!" Curtis yelled. I closed Curtis's door and sighed. Damian chuckled.
"Common guys! This is like the trio to Harry Potter! I'm Harry, you're Ron-" She cheered, pointing to Damian. "And you're Hermione!" She told me. "I don't wanna be Hermione!" I yelled at the same time as Damian whined "I don't wanna be Ron." He blinked and chuckled, causing me to pout. "Common guys! We're acting like we're ten year olds!" Tressle told us. "We Are Ten year olds!" I told her. "Not me. I'm eleven." Damian replied. "Oh, shut up!" I yelled. Damian rolled his eyes. Tressle sighed.
"I know what will help us get to know eachother better! Let's play truth or Dare." Tressle decided. "Yes!" I cheered. "Sure, whatever." Damian replied. Although he was more positive than before... Not that I noticed or anything cause I hate him. "Okay! Rock Paper Scissors to see who goes first!" Tressle cheered. We did. I landed paper, Tressle and Damian landed rock. "Ha ha!" I cheered. "Damian, truth or Dare?" I asked with a grin.
"Dare." Damian replied. "I dare you... To tell us what was on that paper." I dared him. Damian groaned. "It... was... uh... Poetry..." He replied. "About what?" I asked. "You'll have to wait for the next turn." Damian told her. I rolled my eyes. "Tressle, truth or Dare." Damian asked her. "Truth." Tressle replied. "Why did you bother trying to be my friend?" He asked curiously. "Cause the less people who grow up like my biological father the better..." Tressle replied.
I looked curiously, wondering who her father was. But she said nothing more about it. "Sir. Anima, Truth or Dare?" Tressle asked. "Dare." Damian replied. "I dare you... To suck on this until I have to go!" Lady Tressle laughed, pulling out a very sour hard candy. "Okay." Damian laughed, plopping it in his mouth. He made a funny face as he sucked on it. "Madam Rita, Truth or Dare?" He asked me. "Truth." I replied. "Do you think I'm handsome?" He asked, chuckling. "No!" I yelled. It sounded very rude but I didn't really care.
"Truth or Dare?" I asked Damian. "Truth." Damian replied, still sucking on the sour hard candy. "Why is your poetry a secret?" I asked. "Because my brother hates poetry..." Damian replied, looking embarrassed. This made me satisfied. But Lady Tressle's concerned face didn't. Soon the doorbell rang and it was time for Lady Tressle ta go. She got into Mr. Archs car and it drove away. Damian got on his bike, waved goodbye, and peddled away. I did not wave back.
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