30MIN
Wild storm appears on a land which has always had sunshine, futuristic city
Alyssa Violet was indeed the most esteemed 13 year old of the city, but equally the most envied person.
"Perhaps her pocket money is more than my month's wage,"
"Look at her in that ridiculous skirt-must have cost more than our hoverboard!"
Taunts like these fluttered about her as she strolled down the street, flocked by bodyguards or servants alike. She paid no heed to these, however-if you were lucky you might get the slightest blank glance in your direction as she promenaded off, nose in the air.
Yet these were remarks made by even their wealthy neighbours that also lived in the skyscraper filled, urban district. God, who knew what the desolate on the other side of town thought of the richest man's daughter.
The poor, to Alyssa, were almost like a fairytale-she had heard only of them in stories. If she strained hard enough she could see the mounds of tents and factories from her 9th bedroom. But it was clear that her stone faced father was eager to only ostracise them from his precious daughter. To everyone it would have seemed as if Mr Violet was heartless if it weren't for the copious amounts of care he put into his daughter's safety. Thanks to him, she had never even lived to see a day where there had been a storm.
However, that all changed one day.
Alyssa rose from her 13th bedroom, peering out from her eyemask in a somnolent trance. She stared out her glass window. However, instead of being greeted with the usual warm ways caressing her face as they always did a sharp, biting gust of wind slapped her. She jumped back, gasping for air. What had happened to the sun?
At that moment a butler promptly rushed in with her breakfast tray, a concerned look gracing his wrinkled face.
"Ms Violet? What seems to be the matter?"
Alyssa remained speechless, however a shaky, manicured hard lifted itself to the window. The butler's gaze followed its direction. His lips parted underneath his trimmed moustache. "Oh."
The biggest storm of the century was brewing. Fearsome, looming masses of raincloud accumulated above skyscrapers. Already whirlwinds of papers and rubbish had swirled up to even the highest levels, fluttering in the harsh wind. The wind whistled in a grating, rasping tone as the glass rattled. And, somewhere in the distance, there was a distinct rumbling that did not leave a good feeling mingling in Alyssa's stomach.
"What's that, Davey?" The soft whisper emanated from the girl. Contrary to the haughty disposition others assumed she had, the meek, gentle Alyssa the butler knew couldn't harm a butterfly.
His breath hitched under that bush of a mustache, wincing at facing the wrath of his boss. The window pane shivered in their silence. A lightning bolt flashed in the distance, inciting a small squeak from the girl. The wind was already howling by now, lamp posts bending under the pressure.
A sharp bang from the other side of the room caught their attention. The door whipped open, and a large, stocky man barged in. His narrowed, beetle-like eyes zoned in on the pair. However, as Davey was accustomed to, his boss's sharp gaze softened an infinitesimal amount as they laid on his daughter. He cleared his gruff morning voice. Straightened his tie.
"Let's go, Alyssa," he growled, an underlying sinister tone sending shivers up Davey's back. "Something's gone wrong."
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