Layla laughed as she swung from the grand tree. Her pale blue blue eyes shining in the sunlight. In the air, she looked like she was flying, gracefully flying. When she landed she met her sister's eyes. The dark, almond, brown eyes she was used to seeing, and the freckles sprinkled on her face.

"Mother told you not to jump anymore" Kayla said, crossing her arms and smirking, almost like she knew Layla was in trouble. Layla never was in trouble, she was the kindest girl in the area, always helping others and caring for animals. This was the one thing she would ever get in trouble for. "Mother!" she called.

"Kayla! Why did you do that?" Layla shouted at her. Her mother, Raina, walked in, her sapphire eyes and freckles looking gorgeous with her silky black hair.

"What is it Kayla?" she asked at her sister. "Is everything okay?"

"No Mother. It unfortunately isn't. Layla here jumped off the tree again." she said, trying to sound proper. Their parents were very rich, very rich indeed. They wore dresses everyday and drank tea and ate cookies when guests came over.

Layla's wispy pink dress was as clean as can be, her hair in the same bun, her makeup the exact same. It looked as if she never jumped off the tree.

"Layla. Is this true?" Raina asked suspiciously. Her eyebrows raised.

"No Mother. It isn't true." Layla said delicately.

Raina scoffed. She was clearly mad at Kayla, not Layla. She left, her hair swishing from side to side. Kayla yelled at her sister and stormed off in fury.

Layla laughed. She loved how she could get away with anything really. She walked into the mansion. She walked into the giant mess inside too. Her mother and sister were yelling at each other, her stepfather was ordering servants to clean faster, the servants were sweating and hurrying around the house, and Charlotte was chasing Ruby. Charlotte was the 3rd child, Ruby was the 4th child of the Evaline's.

Layla was the 2nd child, Kayla was the oldest out of the bunch. It was almost always chaos in the house.

Gliding past everyone, she went up the stairs, her heels clicking the stairs at a steady rhythm. Her room was massive. She had a huge canopy bed, an entire table for makeup with a mirror, 4 closets, and a work space. The first closet was for shoes, the second closet was for accessories, the third closet was for dresses, part of the fourth closet was more dresses, and the other part of the fourth closet was tights and sweaters.

She opened a drawer. Inside was an old journal full of stories, a deep maroon red journal. she grabbed her pen and flipped through the pages. Her deceased father had written stories he never published, he instead started a business. Each day I read a page, the journal having thousands of pages filled out. With my pen I made notes and annotated the stories on the side.

Today was page 11 chapter 1 of a book he called Wizo the Wizz of the Wizarding Wizzing. The title was odd, but the story, so far, was spectacular. She started reading the page:

"Wizo! You dumb-dumb! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT! YOU RUINED EVERY SINGLE THING OF THIS BELOVED-

It got cut off.

"What!?!" she said, puzzled. A moment before the words were there, but as she read it evaporated or sunk into the journal.

Layla stared, confused at what she just witnessed. She was about to scream when the words reappeared. This time, Layla read as fast as she could:

YOU RUINED-

It got cut off.

She panicked. She closed the journal shut and threw it across her room.

"Layla? What is this?" Her stepfather asked as he came in and stumbled upon the journal. "You know writing is useless. Cleaning, dancing, and cooking are what men like." He picked it up and was about to flip the pages when Layla sprinted to grab it.

"It's nothing Father." she hid beneath her dark hair and put the journal on her bed. "Anyways, I must be off. I have to get the bouquet for Lady Lauren. She wants them for her kitchen." she said.

Her stepfather left, satisfied with Layla's answer. Her stepfather wanted the girls to marry rich, they could own property and have beautiful children. Layla never like that, she wanted to go out and explore.

Layla put away the journal, securly, and drifted to the garden. The garden had wonderful marble statues everywhere, and a sea of colors. Arrays of flowers were laid out, in color order.

She picked up the teal blue flowers, around 10, and made her way to the white flowers. She picked the white flowers and sprinkled them in the bouquet.

After 2 minutes, Layla gave up. She sat down, hopelessly, on the bench. Layla sighed and walked off to Lady Lauren's house. She had a lavender house, quite odd in the area they lived in.

Layla knocked on door and patiently waited. The flowers were in the basket, tied together. Lady Lauren opened the door with her dazzling smile.

"How lovely Layla! Here is the necklace I owe you." Lady Lauren said and presented the beautiful necklace which sparkled in the sunlight.

"No, it's fine! Really!" Layla said, feeling bad getting the necklace for just a bouquet she spent 2 minutes on.

"Well, you need something. Hold on! Let me get something really quick." Lady Lauren shut the door and ran inside. Layla smiled. Lady Lauren always found something, always made everyone happy. "Here."

Lady Lauren was panting. She opened her palm to reveal a beautiful bow. Layla gasped. It was clear with pearls all around it. It gave the glass-like effect when she held it up to the light.

"It's sooooo pretty!" Layla told her. Lady Lauren smiled and put it in her hair. Lady Lauren grabbed the bouquet and quickly shut the door before Layla gave it back.

Layla skipped home, something so childish, but fun. When she reached her house her shoulders drooped down and her smile was wiped from her face.

"I wish I can just LEAVE THIS PLACE!" Layla shouted, very unlike her, and kicked the ground her new heels. The heels looked like a disaster from all the skipping. "These dumb heels!"

WOOF WOOF!

A dog? Layla thought. Mother and Father would never accept such a request.

In reality, Layla always wanted a dog. She and Kayla begged their mother and father to get one, but her father was deathly allergic to one.

A fluffy white dog emerged from the bushess, covered in leaves.

"Darling! No! Sit! Stay!" Kayla, Ruby, and Charlotte's voices all called.

Layla knelt down and grabbed the dog, put in the basket, and pet it. It was frightened from all the yelling her sisters caused.

"Layla?" Kayla said as she saw us. She looked frightened, almost as if she was embarrassed she cared for such a creature.

"It's fine. What's her name?" Layla said excitedly.

"Oh. It's Darling." Kayla said cautiously. It was clear she was embarrassed. Ruby ran in and broke the trance Kayla was in.

"DARLING!" Ruby shrieked in her high-pitched voice. Layla beamed at Darling. Who knew such an animal can look so sweet and cute and small.