The Story Begins
The bell chimes and signals the end of the class period. Students rush and dash for the door carrying bags, backpacks, binders, and books. Filling the once quiet halls with an uproar of commotion. I start to make my way through the crowded hall, dodging passerbys and avoiding possible collisions. Walking down the long hallway heading for the doors out of the building. Outside the sun greets everyone, ensuring a wonderful summer vacation. I walk away, go towards the front of the school theater, sit, and wait for my father to pick my brother and I up from school. Today marks the day I finish my junior year of high school, and more importantly my summer vacation with my family. Sean approaches me, sets his backpack down next to mine, and says, "Hi Aisling!"
I respond I like I always do, "Hi, Sean!"
"How was your P. E. today?" he asks in his low mumbling voice.
"It was okay, we just had to run two miles for Finals," I say with less than a concern. I realized that he only caught half of what I said, and he crept away to talk with a bunch of students saying their 'see you next year' or 'have a great summer' farewells. I sat there wondering about all the fun I would have on our trip to Ukraine.
"Hey Aisling, let's go!!" Sean announces. It is his usual way of telling me that Dad was finally here. Sean and I walk to Dad's car, put our backpacks in the trunk, climb into the car and take off for home.
"Did you guys have a good day today; are you ready for your summer vacation?" Dad asked sounding chipper.
"Yeah, I am so excited," I say with a smile. I turn to the window and watch the kids walking on the sidewalk. On this vacation I hope to find an adventure and my true happiness. I want to see a mysterious, yet magical place that is far from home, and maybe one day, I can call it home.
"Hey Dad we can go see all the military jets and air fighters in Ukraine, right?" Sean asks with a little bit of excitement in his voice.
"I don't think Ukraine has a lot of jets and airplanes, and I don't think we can see them all in just one trip," Dad gives him an answer he probably didn't want to hear.
"Sean, Dad is right. Most of Ukraine is rural countryside and farmlands," I inform him.
"What? Then we aren't going to see any army bases? Then what are we going to see?" he unhappily asks.
"We are going to visit museums, tour the land, see historic landmarks, and have some fun along the way," Dad says trying to change Sean's mood, while at the same time trying to keep his focus on the road.
"Wow, this trip is going to be awesome!!" Sean says with new found confidence. I could not help but laugh. I was so happy. It was like an infectious disease that spreads positive energy into every living creature, yet harmless. We soon pull into our driveway in front of the house, and the garage door goes up with a push of a button. We open our car doors and get out. Dad and Sean go inside the house. It was just so blissful and beautiful outside, it just stopped me in my tracks. The sky was a blue sea full of white, fluffy pictures made by the clouds. The wind touches me and the land with such grace that the trees and flowers seem to be happy. The sun is warm and gentle, yet loves to play a game of hide-and-seek behind the clouds the wind moved. I felt like I was looking into nature's painting, a sort of fantasy, a world I can see with my own eyes, but is real to everyone.
"Ukraine, huh?" A quick mood change. "I can't wait to see it!!!!" I run inside the house to pack.
A couple hours later, we are at the airport waiting to get on the plane.
"In just a couple of minutes they should announce when our flight is ready to be boarded," my mom explains to me.
"It's so hard for me to believe that we are going on a plane to Ukraine," I say and nervously wrap my arms around my backpack. Mom had all of us pack all of the essentials; stuff we needed. She doesn't worry about me though, because I pack lightly. I have a good-sized suitcase and a small backpack, whereas my brother might have had huge armloads if it was not for Mom. Sean would bring the whole house if he could. The plane we are getting on will be flying westward from San Francisco to Ukraine. It should take at least twenty-two hours to get to Ukraine and when we land it should be near morning there. I have never been on a plane before, but I have been in and seen an airport. I fiddle with my hair as Sean continuously questions Mom and Dad. B class is announced on the loudspeakers. We finally to get on our plane and load our luggage on the conveyor belt. It disappears, but will later be loaded on our plane. Security checks for our passports and IDs before getting on the plane, then search us for anything suspicious. They clear us and direct us to our plane. My family and I walk up the ramp of stairs into the airplane. The inside was like a spacious hall full of nice, comfy rows of chairs. There were small TVs on the ceiling, cup holders, pockets, and foldable trays near every seat. The flight attendant shows us to our seats. The seats go by rows of two, so I sat next to Sean, and Mom and Dad were behind us. I was quick and got the seat next to the window. I didn't want to fight over it with my brother, and also I want to see the plane take off. I easily got settled in and took my CD player out of my backpack. I wasn't planing on listening to my brother the whole time. *Ding Dong* "May I please have your attention," the flight attendant was speaking into a microphone. "Please fasten your seat belts. We are about to take off, and make sure all your luggage is properly stored away. Thank you, enjoy your flight."
"Sean fasten your seat belt; we're about to take off," I quickly say. I click my seat belt and direct my attention to the window. The turbine motors suddenly start to roar loudly. The plane moves forward slowly, gradually gaining speed little by little. It felt like a roller coaster ride, except instead of going down it went up. My stomach did a weird summersault when we took off, and I felt sick. I soon recover when everything became steady again. I reach into my backpack, dig around, and pull out my Nintendo DS. I want to occupy myself and relax. Nine hours later, we were flying over the Pacific Ocean, and on our way to Ukraine.
We soon land in an airport in Ukraine after thirteen more hours. I just barely saw Japan through the window on our flight here, it looked so cool. I long for the day when I finally get to go there. For now I am just so ecstatic to be in Ukraine. This is the first time my family and I have been out of the United States. The landscape is a little different, but there are also very few cities. Somehow I can still see nature's marvelous painting. My parents call a taxi, load our luggage, get in, and tell the taxi driver our destination. Mom decides that we should stay in an old time hotel. It is called The Vincent Destino Hotel. The hotel is located way outside of the local airport, so it was going to be a very long drive. The roads weren't exactly smooth and it was very narrow. There was also no traffic mostly due to the fact that it was the countryside.
"Hey mom," I begin.
"What sweetie?" she responds.
"I know it's morning here, but I'm too tired to see anything now."
"Me too, mom," Sean agrees and soon went into a yawn.
"We'll just rest at the hotel for a while, then head out a little ways and see a few things," Mom says in a gloomy voice. I felt relaxed and reassured that our vacation was just going to be perfect. I took out my CD player to help soothe my mind of worry and fatigue. Gloomy and drowsy I stare out of the window of the taxi.
A song echoes in my head:
I've been drivin' for an hour, just talkin' to the rain, you say I've been drivin' you crazy, and it's keepin' you away. So just give me one good reason, tell me why I should stay, 'Cause I don't wanna waste another moment, in sayin' things we never meant to say!! And I take it just a little bit, I hold my breath and count to ten, I've been waitin' for a chance to let you in!!!!.....
If I just breathe, let it fill the space between, I'll know everything is alright, breathe, every little piece of me, you'll see, everything is alright, if I just breathe!!.......
The song eases me somewhat and I fall asleep in the taxi. I escape from the daylight of morning by closing my eyes, and staring at their dark insides. My breathing is peaceful and slow, my body is still with little movement. I am suspended in a blank but delicate place to recover and rest
nothingness, absolutely nothing, calm and quiet darkness. Fear appears and disturbs the peace of the darkness. Frightened, she runs in a desperate panic away from that which wants to cause harm to her. I see myself, a scared look upon my face. She is running through a dimly lit hall, there are pictures hung on its walls and fancy furniture decorates the hall continuously. She reaches the end of the hall, looking for an open door or window to escape through, but alas they are all locked tight. A dead end....
The big, grandfather clock chimes loudly and makes its presence known. Then suddenly a gust of wind blows out from the clock,... impossible. Everything becomes quiet and still once again. She stares at it as if it is a ghost. The clock suddenly comes to life and shifts its clockwork around. Its hands start spinning round wildly making it seem as if it is unstoppable.
The clock's visible interior parts of cranks, wheels, knobs, screws, and gizmos makes the noise of shifting parts and an uproar of mechanical sounds. The clock's face starts to glow so bright that it is almost blinding. The transformation causes a fancy handle on the right side of the clock to appear, along with an engraved text that was hardly understood. The fear of her pursuer left her and was replaced with curiosity. She steps forward, raises her right hand, takes hold and goes to turn it. The handle for some reason would not turn and frustration returns. She tries again, trying to turn it left but ends with the same result. Examining the handle, she sees a gap was left in between the handle and the clock. The handle was like a key stuck inside a keyhole. She grabs the handle, pushes it in, it makes a click, and then she turns the handle to the left. More parts shift and the text next to the handle glows and vanishes. Still alert she steps back as the clock comes away from the wall and moves to the left. A dark passageway leading to a staircase spiraling up was revealed, and drafty wind could be felt coming from it. A way out, freedom, she didn't believe it
stood there for awhile and then finally ran inside. The grandfather clock moved back into place covering its secret guarded passage and the girl........................'
Waking up in the taxi, I found it was just a dream, yet it felt like it was a lot more than just that. My brother must have been really tired because he was sound asleep. My dad dozed off too and he snored a little bit. My mother noticed that I woke up.
"Did you get a well rested nap, sweetie?" my mom asked.
"Yeah, I feel a little better. Are we almost at the hotel?"
"Just an hour more or so. Don't worry we'll get there very soon," she tells me. Mom settles into her seat and falls asleep herself. I stare outside my window with thoughts of wonder. A dream or vision?
Sure enough we soon arrive at The Vincent Destino Hotel a few hours later. It was so breathtakingly beautiful that a place like this existing was a little unreal. The iron gate protecting the estate is decorated with amazing floral designs. To my surprise the gate opens as if they were expecting us, and there were no guards. The taxi drives through and on to the estate. As soon as we went through the gate we were in a tunnel of trees and flowers. There were walkways paved out with gorgeous cobble stone and glass mosaics. Flowers of various colors and shapes were absolutely everywhere along with beautiful, tall, shaded trees. Within the mist of the gardens were dazzling water fountains each with their own unique design. One of which is surrounded by pure white roses and is placed right in front of the hotel. The driveway leading to it soon turns into a bit of a roundabout, and soon extends on around the hotel. The taxi finally stops at our long awaited destination. We get out with a look of awe on all of our faces. I help my dad get our luggage out of the trunk of the taxi, but as soon as we got them out, they were taken out of hands by two working gentlemen. My mom just got done paying the taxi driver, and he soon drove out through the gate. The two men escort us to the hotel's front door, and take us inside to the check-in desk. The interior of the hotel is more mind-blowing than the outside. Old-time furniture and decorations give it a wondrous feel of style. I felt an enormous need to explore the hotel inside and out. I spot a staircase leading to a second floor of the hotel. It came to me and I wanted to see the room we were going to stay in more than anything else. I walk over to my parents by the check-in desk to learn what room we were going to be in. The manager informs us that we are going to be in separate rooms on the same floor. This shocks me a little and my thoughts of reason are at a midpoint. As long as I didn't get the same room with my brother, I was happy. The manager gives my parents, Sean, and I each a key to our rooms. We then follow the two men from earlier upstairs to our rooms. My parent's room was number 12 and it was huge with a fabulous bed and furniture. Next, Sean's room was a room over from theirs, number 14. His was a little bit smaller, but it had a nice desk over by the window and a rocking chair. My room was all the way down at the ending corner of the hall, number 19. I found it a lot to my liking. Not too small, spacious, beautiful, a soft comfy bed, and it had a wide window sill with a balcony. I always wanted a room with a large window sill so I could lay there and just look outside. The wallpaper of the room was a bunch of soft colors and patterns that pleased me. The bed was horizontal to the window. There were two night stands by both sides of the head of the bed. To the left is a vase of freshly picked daffodils, and to the right a lamp, its base made up with blue glass. There also was a nice, wide, tiled bathroom in each of our rooms. My room had a couple of the same features that my brother's had, except there were dolls sitting in a glass case on a book self, and a nice dressing table with a mirror. Our luggage was already put on our beds in each of our rooms. I start to unpack and quickly get settled in. I soon finish and then Sean and I converge in my parents' room. Mom decides to stick to the original plan, which made sense, and also due to the fact we are all still tired (it was 6:15 in the morning). We all decide it is best if we sleep until 10:00 A.M., and leave around 10:35 A.M. I left my parents room to let them get some much needed sleep. Before I hit the sack, I wanted to explore the hotel a little. First I waited for my brother to go in his room and I would say sweet dreams. Sean notices that I wasn't in my room yet, and probably sensed my curiosity despite my blank face.
"Hey Aisling want to take a look around?" he mumbles and his words trail off.
"Aren't you tired?", I ask with some concern. I then remembered that he slept the whole four hour drive over here.
"No, I'm not tired, now let's go!" He takes off down the stairs and I go after him.
"Hey wait, Sean!"
We were soon downstairs in the lobby looking at fancy furniture and special antiques. I tell Sean not to touch anything or we would have to pay for it if he broke it. At first glance they look like they are probably worth way more than our house. Sean soon finds a television set, sits himself down in a chair and becomes hypnotized. I actually really didn't expect to see a TV in this nice hotel. There must have been special requests by a few customers. I soon notice that they have an inside water garden filled with gold fish and koi fish. A small waterfall made the silence dwindle away and the splashing roar of running water was all that could be heard. I fixate my attention on the fish that are just swimming around, yet they seem so magical, so beautiful, and it just mystifies me. I turn around after just hearing Sean muttering to himself. Figuring that the TV would keep him occupied, I slip out through a near door leading outside into the gardens.
Morning sunlight greets me along with a melody of the birds' songs. Peaceful silence relaxes my mind as I take in all the beauty I see. A butterfly flies into view and I watch it gracefully land on a trumpet flower. The morning dew is still clinging to the grass, the leaves of the trees, and the flowers. The sunlight reflects through them like little prisms. Sparkles and twinkles dance and glitter all around, some shining with the seven colors of a rainbow. There is an occasional gentle wind that goes through my long, brown hair and makes the flowers flow in the same swaying motion. I come to a lovely white granite bench under a shaded oak tree. The trickle of water of a nearby fountain could be heard clearly through the peaceful silence. Seventeen years old now since the passing of the month of April. I seem to be invisible. I am pretty on the outside, but I fall into doubt. On the inside I struggle with depression, and often wonder about things beyond this life. Tearful aches remind me that I might be alone in this frightening reality. I swore, that when I finally broke inside, that when I went to take the fall, no one would be there to catch me. I don't want to hurt inside, I don't want to feel like that, and I don't want to fall apart all alone. I am waiting for someone, someone to keep me from being all alone, someone to help me through the bad times, and someone that likes me for who I am. I have seen death and it is something we all face. I feel the pain and tearful sorrows of those who died in wars, unjustly acts, murders, disastrous weather, an attack, and horrible epidemics. It is frighteningly nerving to know that there is so much evil and death in the world. Sometimes I wish I could kill myself and die, but the thought is so unthinkable, and I don't really want to die, at least not now. I'm getting myself stuck in a loop of sadness, I need to cheer myself up, and have fun; I'm in Ukraine for goodness sakes. I get up, walk back through the garden, come through the door, and go to get Sean. Like I thought, he just stayed and watched the TV.
"Hey, Sean?" I whisper softly, trying to get his attention.
"What?" he responds, not even bothering to take his eyes off the TV.
"Come on, we should go back up and get some sleep."
At first he didn't speak, and there is a long pause. "All right."
"Come on." We start walking to the staircase going up to the second floor. We stop when we reach his room. He pulls out his key, I tell him to have sweet dreams, and in he went. I stroll over to the door of my room, and went to pull out my key. But suddenly something caught my eye, I stop and look down the hall. It looks so familiar, yet I've only really just noticed it now. Unknown curiosity takes control, and I walk slowly down the hall. Pictures of people, who I assume are important, were hang throughout the hall. Usually I would think that they are beautiful, but for some reason I found them creepy. I wanted to turn and walk back to my room, but then I heard: 'tick - tock - tick - tock.' A little further down the hall I find a big grand father clock. The clock looks even more familiar, and I wonder: 'Is this the same one I saw in my vision?' The grandfather clock is very beautiful, tall, and well crafted with interesting designs that I have never seen before. I wanted to open it and explore, but that special knob wasn't there. I wonder to myself if the clock's existence is just a coincidence. If it is just by coincidence, then why did I have a dream about it? Gazing at the clock I realize that it just appears to be normal, except I know that it might secretly turn into a door. Right now the clock was just a clock, and it was ticking my precious time of sleep away. My eyes are starting to sting a little, I yawn, and a tired look is upon my face. I walk back the way I came, through the creepy hall, and back to the door of my room. I pull out the key and unlock the room door. I slip into the room and then close the door behind me (locking it). I crawl into the soft bed, lay back, my head resting comfortably on the pillows, and soon fall asleep from exhaustion. In my room are dancing shadows and shimmering lights that pour in through the window. Peaceful and soothing atmospheres seem to becalm me in my slumber.
'out of total darkness someone screams my name.
"Aisling!!!" His worried shrills seemed to echo.
His shadowy silhouette appeared away from me. All that could be made out of his face were his eyes; filled with a look of desperation, panic, and an urgency to protect. His out stretched hand reaches for me. I feel like I am being pulled to him, but I want to go to him. His eyes see me; something precious, and danger;
a vile creature that wishes to hurt my heart. Without hesitation, I run to the waiting safety of his arms. We were inches away from each others grasp, so close. I was ready to embrace him, but .....but I am swallowed up by darkness. Tears in our eyes, we both reach for each other. No! This can't be happening; I desire him, I need him, I love him. I scream but it is drowned out, I am suffocating, the shadows pull me under, and away from him......................
Hopefully not forever,....maybe he will find me,.......and save me..........'
Silence and darkness slowly ebb as I open my eyes, and then recede. Darkness is replaced by the sight of my room, the light shining through the window, and the music tune of singing birds.
"Who was that?? He knows my name. He saw me. His eyes.........? I have seen his eyes from somewhere else before. I think - , I think I know him, but from where?" This I thought is way out of the ordinary. All these dreams I have been having are beyond my thoughts. These dreams, they feel so real; I swear I could've touched him. That horrible, despicable shadow creature, when it caught me, it took everything away.
"He seemed like,
like he really truly cared about me, he wanted to protect me." I must have been very dear to him, because he cried out when he lost me. I climb out of bed and creep to the window sill. Softly leaning the front of my body against the window sill, I gaze out the window blankly, and I ponder.
"I wonder... I wonder if I will ever see him again..."
I briefly spotted something out of the corner of my eye. A teenaged boy, (probably older than me) was dressed up nicely in black. He stood in the mist of one of the gardens; under the shade of a willow tree. He is staring up at me through the window. The way he was staring at me gave me goose bumps. Suddenly he starts to walk away and just seems to disappear into the distance. I felt a shiver go up my spine, it sent tingles to my head and then quickly passed. I find that I am timid about his presence, but yet at the same time I was caught up in sudden curiosity. I hope he was just strolling around and just suddenly found himself staring at me. I better not have a stalker on my hands while I am on vacation in Ukraine. (I basically just arrived here and I do not believe I am even worth the attention). Maybe I am being over cautious because of my dream, and it is clouding my judgment.
Despite the dream I actually got a lot of sleep. It is 9:45 A.M. and I decide to start getting dressed. I close the curtains of the window, go over to my suitcase full of my clothes, and pick out my outfit. I put on my pretty light blue T-shirt with a pair of nice blue jeans. I packed two pairs of shoes, and I decide to wear my black and pink New Balance shoes. Usually I would put on a long, somewhat baggy T-shirt, (or just a cute T-shirt). I am really thin and slender, I have a cute body and I am taller than a lot of girls, (I am 5.8 in. tall). I am different from a lot of girls. To make reasons short, I am tomboyish. I absolutely adore amine and just love playing video games. My favorite color is blue, and my second favorites are red, purple, and black. I am intelligent and have straight A's to prove it. I am shy and quiet, but this previous year seems to have changed me a little. I think it is because I have more friends now than I did years ago.
Back then I only had one best friend, (Rabekah), but on days when she was absent I did not talk to anyone, nor did I do anything. Whether she was there or not I was always bored. I don't talk to anyone unless they have spoken to me because I am shy and a little uncomfortable around them. I am not saying they were mean or anything; they were nice on a normal basis. Some of them actually kept me from being too sad by being so immature and silly. At most times I felt like I was invisible, and it was not due to my shyness. The reasons I don't know why, but hardly anyone ever made a effort to have a real conversation with me.
Now I am surrounded by friends that are very much like me. I have enjoyed seeing them every day at school. My friends, always make me laugh and smile, I can tell them just about anything, and together we trust and help each other. Oddly I am personally interested in guys who look like and act like bad boys. I fantasize about the fact that I could make such a cold, gentle, and misunderstood heart into a warm, strongly willed, admirer who is special to me.
I don't ever want to feel that pain in my heart. I once was breaking in my own misery. I guess I'm still somewhat recovering from the last blow, and in order to fully do so, someone has to find me and return a piece of my heart that I could never receive on my own. Just waiting for that somebody is painful and the longing to experience love for the first time seems like a stupid fairy tale.
I finished brushing my long hair after I had gotten dressed, and was ready to go. I step out of my room and lock the door. I turn around and find myself gazing down the hall. At the end of it is where the mysterious grand father clock waits. I walk to my parents' room and find that is locked. They must have locked their door minutes ago and were probably waiting for me. I reach the end of the hall way and come to the stairs. As I am heading down the stairs, the echo of my parents talking reaches my ears. I stop just a few steps before the ground floor, and I listen intently to the conversation. The acuity of my hearing picks up a teenaged boy's voice; a stranger. I continue down and see that the boy who stared at me through my window earlier was at the front desk with my parents. I find that my brother is not with them. Sean is probably still in bed, which is unlike him. I decide that their conversation doesn't concern me. If we are to be going then I must get Sean, and plus I don't really want to meet this guy, especially after earlier. I go to start back up the stairs.
"Good morning, Aisling! Looks like you managed to get up early," my mother said with some surprise. I was stopped and I only got up four stair steps.
"Aisling, come over and meet this fine gentleman," my father said requesting my presence. Obligingly I come back down and walk over to acquaint myself with this strange young man. As I approach I find that he appears to be exactly what my parents and I believe him to be. He was incredibly handsome and was dressed up in a nice black suit. He was indeed a gentleman, but to me he seems like a bachelor. Before, I couldn't have known this due to the shadows, the distance of sight, and of the brevity of his appearance. As I came closer, I suddenly felt better about his presence.
"Aisling, let us introduce you to Sir Vincent Vambra."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance Sir Vincent Vambra," I say politely and cite his full name. A pleased smile is on his face, he wakes from a seemly dreamy gaze, lifts up my left hand, bends over and kisses it like my hand was sacred. He straightens back up with my hand still in his palm.
"You may call me Vincent, Miss Aisling. By what name do you wish to be addressed to?" I recover from his romantic gesture and hear his gentle words.
"Vincent, you may address me by my first name," I carefully inform him.
"Aisling, Vincent is actually the one who invited us on this wonderful vacation to his beautiful hotel," my mother tells me.
"These grounds and more are Sir Vincent's privately owned estate," my father says with amazement.
"Well they say that owning that much land is something I should boast about considering that I am only 20. Aisling, how old are you may I ask?" Vincent's words are full of curiosity.
"I am 17 years old now, my birthday was April 29th," I tell Vincent.
"Miss Aisling, you are exceedingly beautiful as such a young lady," Vincent says without a doubt.
"Really? Thank you." His nice words almost made me forget what I was going to do earlier.
"Please excuse me, I have to go up stairs and get my brother. It was nice meeting you, Vincent." I start my second journey up the stairs and this time there are no interruptions.
I open Sean's room door, which is unlocked. I find Sean rummaging and inspecting the nice, brown, wooden desk. I just caught him tearing through some of the drawers. I assume that he is looking for something, because all the rest of the furniture was messy, abused, and completely taken apart.
"Sean stop it! What are you looking for?"
Frantic and urgently Sean tells me in his mumble-like voice, "I can't find my iPod!"
"Oh jeez, Sean!! Where did you put it last?"
"I don't know. I think I set it on the night stand or on the desk."
"What did you do before you went to bed, Sean? Try to remember."
"I don't know, but I remember listening to it last night."
"Here I'll help you look, because I have a pretty good idea where it could be." Sean relaxes a bit and I start looking around the bed. I look under the bed and feel around for it, (it was actually really clean under there). I then take his bed apart: it wasn't under the pillow, under the covers, or even under the mattress. I start searching in the small night stands, but still nothing; no iPod. I was starting to run out of ideas of where it could be.
"Did you find it, Aisling?"
"No. Your iPod isn't over here. Have you looked everywhere else?"
"Yeah, I looked everywhere! I can't find it!" I am staring at Sean thinking hard about where it could be. I see that Sean is still in his clothes from yesterday. Sean is really lazy sometimes and I have seen him do this so many times that it isn't surprising. Where the heck did Sean put his iPod? We've already searched the whole room and if we don't find it our parents will be outraged. Sean must have woken up and realized that it was missing. That probably would explain why he wasn't already dressed. So Sean misplaced his iPod last night when he went to bed. But where the heck is it? I just searched his entire bed. I thought some more and I was still staring at Sean. Wait! I know exactly where it is! I walk right over to Sean.
"Did you find it, Aisling?" Sean asks again.
"Yeah, come here for a minute." I then search the pockets of his pants.
"Hey!!" Sean yells.
"Be still!" Then surprise surprise, I pull out his iPod from the contents of his right pocket.
"MY iPOD!!'' Sean shouts in surprise and relief.
"You're still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, so I figured out that it was in your pocket."
"Thank you, Aisling!!!"
"Yeah, whatever; you're welcome." I walk over to his door and hold it open. "Hey get dressed so we can leave, okay."
"Sure, hey Aisling do you know where we are going?"
"No, but hurry up so we can find out." I walk out of his room and close his door behind me. I go down stairs again for the third time and find that Mom and Dad are no longer at the front desk. Instead I find Sir Vincent admiring the water garden. Vincent turns his attention from the mesmerizing scene to me.
"Miss Aisling, good evening," he greets with a charming smile. "My dear by chance are you looking for your parents?"
"Yes, can you tell me where they went?"