2Chapter 1: The day my life started
*Flash back*
Unknown: Annymarie, there's an e-mail for you. I think is from your father.
Annymarie: Great! If it is from him, then is about time 'cause that man hasn't spoke or showed his face to me for a very long time...like 5 years
I went to look at my e-mail and it wasn't my dad. It was an e-mail of some life insurance, saying that my dad had passed away and that I inherit his old mansion. I was in total shock if the news of my father's death. I ran out of my room and told my mother. She said that it was better to call the life insurance agency to get more information of the whole situation of my dad's death.
They told her that one of their agents were going to come to our home to explain everything to us.
*End of the flash back*
And that's how we have this weird dude is in our door step.
Weird dude: Hi my name is Fred Windmile. I'm your father's life insurance agent.
I looked at him from top to bottom. He was wearing this really cheap black suit; his hair was gray and short. To me he looked like a thirty year old man.
Annymarie: I'm Annymarie Blake and this is my mother Mrs. Sandra Blake
Mr. Windmile : Nice to meet you both
We shakes hands and let him in. Once inside we offer him a cup of coffee as we began to discuss the reason why he came here.
Sandra: Please have a seat. I'll go make the coffee. You can discuss all about the stuff my late husband assigned you.
Mr. Windmile: Thank you...Miss Blake your father did not only made you his heir...he also did something that will change your life forever. He was assistant of a very important woman of our company; he knew he was dying and made a contract with her to prolong his life for a few more years with that woman.
This guy is getting really weird all over again...what did my father made the contract about? Who is this "very important woman" of the company?
Mr. Windmile: Her name is Margaret Bishbourg. She is the daughter of the president of our company. The thing is...the president is almost 300 years old. Your father sold his soul to Mrs. Bishbourg.
Annymarie:...let me get this straight...you are saying that my excuse of a father sold his soul? To a very, very old lady? Do you think I'm stupid? How the hell can he sell his soul to another person? Or better yet...how is it possible for the president of your company be almost 300 years old? Most humans only go to 100 years and that's it! I don't believe in the supernatural!
I'm so mad just by thinking about it! How on earth can that be possible? How could he just disappear and let this crazy man come to our home to tell this ridiculous story? I am sad that he passed away and that the last time I saw him was 5 years ago but that doesn't mean I can't be mad at him.
Mr. Windmile: The fact that he made a contract is true. I cannot tell you anymore information about them. The terms of the contract are that you have to move to his old mansion which is being lived on by Mrs. Bishbourg and her family. You must leave tomorrow so that you can meet your fiancé.
Sandra: She has a fiancé too? God...what was that man thinking? Is there any way to undo the contract?
Mr. Windmile: The only person who could have the power to brake the contract was Mr. Blake and he's gone for good. So the contract has been sealed and there's no other way than following the rules of the contract.
After this surprising news Mr. Wiindmile told them the rest of the details about the contract. In the middle of his explanation they learned that Annymarie had to leave to the mansion tomorrow morning. This shock devastated the two woman. And so the day finished and the agent left.
Great...my life is just perfect...tomorrow I will start a new life.
Once Mr. Windmile left; Sandra told Annymarie that if anything happens to call her and that she would come running to her rescue. The girl asked her why she was not fighting to take her away from this contract. She started crying saying that without the approval of her father she could do nothing.
I'm a 16 year old that's going to meet and live with her fiancé. Great. And I haven't even have my first kiss yet...But you know what? I have a plan, I'm going to find a way out of this engagement and be free of the contract. That way we can both be free.
That night I barely took any sleep. On the morning I woke up like at 6:00am and when I looked at myself in the mirror I looked like a zombie...so horrible. My hair was all messed up and I had bags under my eyes.
So I cleaned myself up. Applied some make-up on. Once finished packing my belongings. I headed downstairs to the kitchen and made some breakfast for me and my mom.
When Sandra arrived to the kitchen.
Sandra: Wow. You must be really upset that you are leaving. I'm upset too sweety but maybe is the best for you to move and have a new life.
Annymarie: Well mom; I have a plan and I will try to break this engagement and contract and follow my own feelings.
Sandra: I know you will find happiness
*she kisses her forehead*
After they ate they breakfast there was only silence in the house. When it was noon Mr. Windmile came to pick her up with a butler and a black limousine. They packed her stuff and took her away.
That's how my new life started...