Double O 7

Uncle James was the smooth type of man that would have ladies swooning left and right--charming and cheeky, he always made it a priority to dress to the occasion (meaning, if he was going to the mall, he'd sport an expensive polo and dark jeans) and in style as well.  There was always a smile gracing his features, no matter the situation.  However, with me, the expression would always be a little less bright--I was the child that was not supposed to be born, to be the heir of a top-notch chain of hotels.  My birth meant that my uncle had been stolen of his inheritence, of that extra piece of income that he had craved for.

So imagine my surprise when the secretary had personally come to my Maths class and escorted me to the Principal's office, only for me to find my uncle enjoying a cup of tea with Mr. Clayworth in his accoladed room.  I was shot an extra bright grin before being ushered into a nearby chair by a flustered lady.  The seat was of oak, the cushion too hard and the arms too thin to be called sturdy.

"A cup of tea Clara?" I look over at Uncle James, the emotion upon his face the same as when I had first walked in.  I quickly rejected.

Mr. Clayworth cleared his throat, his eyes darting between my uncle and I.

"Mr. Hollingberry has informed me of your father's request to pull you out of school for the rest of the year Miss Hollingberry," My hands tightly grasp the hem of the school skirt, an ugly thing the shade of dirty brown.  My father had wanted to take me away from the place that I had known for so long, the place that had I had tired of.  Everything I had known would be wiped away by a single command.

And although the thought slightly excited me, a voice still spoke.

How pathetic I was for not being able to protect it.

Kinda short, but I think it's decent enough for an intro.  I'm not a biggie on the length of a chapter--it's all based on the content and flow.

Tell me what you think.  My brain is signalling that chapter 2 should be up in the upcoming week, or even sooner.

-Aza