My name is Audrey. Audrey Goodluck. For my entire life, I've lived in foster care. Not a soul wanted me, not a soul cared about me; I was the ghost that everyone merely walked through. Gathering this information indeed did take quite a while, but not long. I was a mere infant until I was found abandoned in the trunk of a mans car in a small shoe box. Once lifted out, there was a card beneath me.
Audrey Amanda Goodluck
DOB: April 1, 1996
That was all it had said. I was found in the man's trunk on April second, I was only a day old. The truck had belong to Marcus Field, a local pastor in Bemus Point, New York. I was turned over to officials and soon placed in the local orphanage. And here I am, seventeen years later, still unadopted. There were questions I would ask myself, like why was I cursed, but others seemed to wonder differently. Like how is it that I was born in Boston but was found in Bemus Point, seven hours away? Where did my parents go? Who were they going to get to adopt me? And as the years went by, none of those questions were answered.
I sat in the back seat of a nice car that had awaited to take me from the airport. I sat quietly, not making a sound, my one suitcase was in the trunk; I didn't have much I could take with me. The Duplessis - my new family - were apparently a historical root in Louisiana history, one of the first settlers, meaning they had money. I didn't know all the facts, neither did Wikipedia, but I had a feeling I would soon.
After nearly two hours of driving, we arrived in a forest like environment with just a dirt road. The only thing that seemed to be around for miles from human civilization was a small black Nissan parked on the edge of the dirt road. The car rolled to a stop, to my utter surprise, and the driver turned around to face me.
"This is your stop," he said, his Indian accent heavy. I frowned, looking back out the window. The Nissan door opened and out stepped an African-American woman. Her hair was a golden brown, falling in waves down her back, her skin the color of caramel, perfect and flawless. She wore designer ripped jeans, cowboy boots, an untucked half buttoned up purple plaid shirt, showing off her cleavage. Her wrist was decorated with only a watch on the right, and a charm bracelet on the left. On her head sat a southern comfort straw hat, and a pair of shades to cover her face.
Gracefully the woman strode over to us, her hips swaying immensely, and she yanked my door open.
"Audrey Goodluck?" She asked, though it sounded more like a statement than a question. I nodded mutely. "I'm Margaret Griffin, I'll be your new Guidance."
I nodded again, the surprise now gone. She was my ride to the house, the car had been a ride to her.
"Thank you, Zeb," she nodded to the driver, who's eyes filled with excitement.
"Anything for you Ms. Griffin," he beamed. She gestured for me to come out of the car, which I did, and she got my stuff out of the trunk. I got in the backseat of the car as she placed the luggage in her trunk, moments later she slid into the driver seat.
The other car made a U-turn and sped back the way it'd came from. There was no escape now. Margaret turned the ignition, the car roaring to life, and settling into a distant, barely noticeable, hum. She pulled off and continued down the road.
"Um...Margaret?" I started, but she cut me off.
"I hate the name Margaret, always have, always will. Has a dangerous ring to it, yes? Just call me anything other than Margaret." She corrected. I was thrown off, my already naturally awkward nature kicking into over drive.
"Uh-er...Marge?" I tried, she shrugged, so I continued. "I'm confused."
"Everything," I said.
"Be more specific," she smirked. I thought for a moment.
"Everything," I repeated, making her laugh.
"What would you like clarified?" She asked with a chuckle.
"Everything," I felt like a broken record.
"What would like me to clarify first," she sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Thanks," I said feeling much like a smartalec. She gave me a confused look.
"Thank you for clarifying that I'd have to elaborate on what I'd like to be clarified first."
She stared at me, completely bewildered. This is why I should learn to keep my mouth shut.
"Who are the Duplessis," I went on, biting my lip. Her face darkened.
"A very nice, very rich, very loving family," she gritted out, the words obviously forced. "At least that's what my contract obligates me to say."
"What's wrong with them?" I frowned.
"Things in the past should remain in the past, we should only worry about our present for the future," she said abruptly, and the car fell silent. Something about Marge was off, yet I found her intriguing.
"I like you kid," she said, to me, a smile forming. "Your different; you seem older than your age. Seventeen, right? You sound twenty-nine to me."
"How old are you?" I asked.
"You sure ask a lot of questions," though she didn't seem mad about it. "I'm twenty three."
I hesitated. "How do you know the Duplessis?"
She stiffened. I thought she wouldn't reply after the long silence that filled the car, but again she caught me by surprise.
"I knew them...but that was a long time ago," she said softly, and finally I let the subject drop.
After seeing the forest surrounded dirt road for far too long, I had the sense that there wouldn't be anything but a shack at the end of our journey. How wrong I'd been. Yes, there was still dirt roads and forrest surrounding, but there were also very large, very massive victorian elegant styled homes, we drove past them. Confused, I looked around out the window, seeing more tree's and more dirt. I began to become chagrined at the items, but I held my tongue, and controled my patience.
My tactic was shockingly rewarded.
We pulled up to a secluded home. Or rather manor was the correct term. The home was completely, and utterly huge. It was a three storied mansion, with a width so long I had to lean back a bit just to get a glimps of the end side. It was just as large as the white house. It was old fashioned in its Victorian style, yet new with the bright red brick walls, white window paint, beautiful green grass, mahogany door, marble pillars...it took my breath away.
"This..." I trailed off. After a moment and turned and saw Marge looking back at me.
"Welcome home Audrey," she said quietly, then went to get my luggage out of the trunk. I remained where I stood, basking in the homes glory. Then it clicked.
"M-my new home?" I stuttered, whipping around to face her in shock.
"Yes," she said rolling the luggage over to me, handing it over and clicked her car locked. "Welcome home, Audrey Goodluck."
With that being said, we made our way to the large mahogany double doors. It was like a peasant stepping up to the castle doors. Marge rung the door bell.
My eyes darted around anxiously as the melancholy doorbell tone rang so loud on the inside that I could hear it clearly from the outside. My hands grew clammy, my breath shaky, perspiration dabbing on my forehead.
"Don't worry," Marge said seeing my nervousness. "Just be yourself."
I nodded as one of the doors was pulled open, my eyes shot up to see who it was. There stood a pudgy, short, Hispanic woman with laugh lines and tan skin. She smiled at us, her smile so contagious, I found myself smiling back.
"Ita," Marge said formally, bowing her head slightly.
"Margaret Griffin," she said astonished. "I haven't seen you around in a while."
Marge only nodded, but then turned to me and spoke. "This is Ita, main head of staff for the Duplessis. She's used to be Jesus's nanny before this."
Ita scowled disapprovingly, but Marge smiled a sarcastically sweet smile.
"In other words, she's old," Marge went on.
"Boca grande, it was Jesus who warned me about you deviously slick tongued children," Ita smiled.
Marge rolled her eyes. "Right," she snorted. Ita turned to me.
"You must be Mister and Madame Duplessis's new child, Audrey." Unexpectedly, she wraps me in a bear-hug, nearly crushing my lungs. She releases me, and ushers us into the home.
"I'm Ita Gonzales-Diaz," she said leading us down the hall, throwing me a look over her shoulder. "The Duplessis were not expecting you until later, I'm afraid. They are currently off at work, but I shall show you your room in the mean time."
We made our way up the a stair case.
"Its an awfully long walk," Ita warned as we past variously vacant room on the way, turning down different halls. I felt like I'd been walking for centuries. We'd gone up two more staircases, and had done the same hard-to-keep-up-with turns and twists, until we approach a door.
"This is your room," Ita bowed, gesturing towards the door. "Dinner will be served at eight."
I nodded, and she left me and Marge. I opened the room door and stepped in. The room was basic, yet elegant and mature. The walls a soft pink, the floorboards a light faded yellow. The floor was carpeted with the same soft pink as the walls, and I couldn't help be mesmerized at its softness. Had just yesterday I'd been in a cramped, rickety, foster home? Sharing a single bed with eight other girls? And now I was in paradise.
The room was very large, the square footage breath taking. A queen royal conapy bed with pink and white linen and pillows sat in the middle, a a soft pink curtain enclosing it. On the wall was a flat screen nearly as long as my height, and as tall as my upper body. A white panted desk sat underneath it, a touch screen desktop with a bright red present ribbon on it and a big sticker that read "NEW!" on it. I also spotted a single two-drawer dresser on the side of the bed with a few items on it. Slowly I walked over to it, my eyes widening. There sat a box that held an iPhone, a pair of keys, and a jewelry box. Surrounding it were tons of "WELCOME!" cards.
"Nice, huh?" I turned to see Marge's bitter expression. "Don' let it go to your head."
"What do you mean?" I frowned. Her head snapped up from where she'd been staring down at the floor as though realizing that I was actually here.
"Wha-? Nothing," she shook her head. "So your settled in, I think its about time for me to go. I'll stop in from time to time to check on things, here's my card so you can call if there are any problems," she passed over the card, but then griped my arm, "Audrey, call if there are any problems. Any at all."
And she let go. Now I was alone in my new home, the Duplessis Manor. I slung my bag over on to the top of the bed, unzipped it, and began unpacking.
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