Chapter 1
“Grandma” ?
“Yes, Piers”
“Is magic real?”
“Why do you ask child?”
The little boy fiddled his fingers together, “There was a group of elders I heard talking about magic on my way back here. A small group of young children were among them listening. An older woman was talking about a story, a story about a young piper. They say this piper was a young man who was well known as the best piper in his village. His skills were admired and respected, the villagers often liked him and his songs. This attention made him bold and cocky. He boasted and brood about his skills that were daring enough to venture inside the Cove of Grennan. The older woman, Ms.Annabel, told the children that the Cove of Grennan was a place where fairies live, and not no one was allowed to go there and disturb them”.
“I figured the boy went there anyway, right?”
“Yeah,Ms. Annabel said the boy’s foolish ego got stuck up in his head and didn't think of the consequences of venturing in unknown places. Ms. Annabel told the children that one day the boy went to the Cove of Grennan and sang inside the cave with his trusted brown dog. His music played for hours until it slowly faded away, his dog ran out of the cave terrified out of its mind. It came out with no hair on its body. However, the boy hasn't come out of the cave!”
The children around Ms. Annabel has been bombarded with questions from the children asking what has happened to the boy, the woman told them many don’t know but many believe the fairies have taken him.”
Piers scratched his head, “I didn’t quite believe Ms.Annabel story because if the fairies had taken him, where could he have gone to? I mean the Cove of Grennan is a cave full of large stalactites and a large river where he could have slipped and fell in. But fairies? I’m not sure, Grandma”.
The middle aged woman laughed softly, picking up the young boy and placing her on her lap, “Piers, do you think those stories must always have logic and facts in it?
The little boy raised a single brow, “Yeah, like I think most stories must have hidden details and facts of why this person did something stupid in order to get hurt or in trouble. Logically stating that the boy could get hurt and he couldn’t call for help. Maybe the boy ventured too far off the tunnel and got lost ?”
“Many things could happen to that boy but fairies? Fairies aren’t real grandma”
“And why is that, piers?”
“Because nobody had ever seen one before, scientifically mythical creatures like mermaids and sirens were thought to be real but those English settlers mistaken manatees as one of them. Many animals were mistaken as creatures of monsters and beasts, so what makes magic or even fairies real?”
“My dear one just because magic or even fairies weren’t scientifically proven to exist doesn’t mean they weren’t real. Magic is more than just mischievous fairies or alluring mermaids, it’s the very essence of what magic can be. Magic can be many things piers, it can be our songs, our stories, our memories, our soul even. Magic can be the mountains that hold tall tales of giants and dragons, or the sea whose waves hold every person's tears and souls. The winds that whisper secrets of the skies and heavens.”
Piers’s Grandmother cupped his cheek, “Magic is inside all of us Piers, You just got to believe it’s real. It may not appear in front of you but it’s there. It just hides in plain sight, it's up to you to see it to make real”.
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10 years later….
The large waves crashed hard and smooth, as the waves slowly slid on the sandy beach. The sun was shining and bright ,its yellowish and gold hue making the sea appear to be glittering with sparkles of silver and white hues. Around the beach was a large island that held lush green grasses that swayed around the wind, beautiful flowers of yellow to orange and hills that were large and wide as they formed a wall around the island.
By the large beautiful beach, was a large brown house, with a white roof on top. The house had beautiful glass windows surrounded by clay colored curtains. Inside the house, was a decent sized living room with brown and white aesthetics of design and styles. In the left side of the living room was a young man around his 20s sitting on a large brown couch.
His hair was long and spiky, it black and white stripe pattern that reminded anyone who came across him as a skunk. It was tied up in a long ponytail separated into three parts, he wore a loose tank top and pajamas shorts. In his hands was a notebook that contained all his songs ideas and lyrics.
His brows were furrowed with tension and frustration, tearing out another paper and crumpling it up. He threw in the garbage can beside him.
“Ugh”, he grumbled, rubbing his eyes from exhaustion. He was up all night trying to come up with new song ideas to sing for his upcoming tour to Scotland. His tour is in three weeks, and he has yet to come up with any songs that he could sing.
Being a worldwide famous singer is a tough job, especially if you are a songwriter as well. Majority of his songs were a worldwide hit with him gaining fame and status, gaining a lot of fans and a wide media base. Including lots of money.
To many that sounds like a fantasy and dream anyone would ever want, but to Piers it can be sometimes his literal nightmare. Don’t get him wrong he loves singing and making music, especially making his fans happy as well, but the spotlight not so much. Having to always go to these unnecessary and annoying galas and talk shows but a drain on his social battery. He is a bit of introverted, having to prefer to be by himself surrounded by books and music. But unfortunately he can’t always get those once he gained popularity at the age of 18.
At 18, he was just a normal emo boy, who attended one of the best private schools in the UK, the University of St Andrews known for its rich history that traces back into the 1400s. A college that centers around theology, arts and music, it was a perfect place for Piers to attend for his interest in music.
He was an excellent student, passing his class with good grades and his teachers adored them, well most of them anyway. Many didn’t like his style of clothing being all black and dull, not that he cared. He kept to himself barely having any friends beside the two real friends he had, Mark and Stacie. Those two were both funny lads having been nicknamed the school clowns. He met them in an art club once, both were together sitting by a desk. He was assigned with them in a team for a club project. At first he barely talked to them besides the polite greeting and introduction. Both were polite and friendly people, both also very loud ones as well.
It took some time getting used to them but soon they became close friends. Stacie was the hyper energetic one, always the one to charge head first into a brawl. She was known as the ‘Orange hair girl’ since she was the only one with bright orange hair in the entire school, whose head was all over the place. Mark was a brainy kid, and a walking dictionary. If you ask him any word no matter big or small he can easily give you a wide range of definitions for it. He can talk non-stop, barely taking a breath to explain a topic.
Normally, people like Piers would want to stick with quiet people, but he always hung out with them, because there were only a few people who truly wanted to be Piers' friend.
The thing is that Piers is actually the grandson of the famous fashiona, Janetta Rosewood. She's the CEO of Lily Siren”, a large company that produces one of the best clothing and brands of the century. Her aesthetics and unique design of her clothing wear is mainly inspired by nature, art, and astrology. She has many big buyers always wanting a piece of magnificent work of art, paying big money for them. Their family business has been running for many years, she took over the position when his great grandfather passed away.
His grandmother wasn’t only a fashion designer she was also a well known architect, mainly responsible for designing buildings with beautiful designs. His granny was very artistic and mindful of how she created her building. Since she has a fondness for nature, she always made sure to make buildings that don’t take up so much space, and can actually maneuver around the environment. So, for short his family is rich, and when your family is rich that means that anyone would want something from you.
When he attended college, he had many students there approach him attending on ‘getting to know him’, but Piers wasn’t born in a day. He was aware his family had money and that these kids were only approaching him because he had some. He turned down offers and invites of them wanting to hangout and stuff, always avoiding any of the jocks and snobby girl groups whenever they saw them in the hallway.
While dealing with college work and stuff, in his spare time he writes songs whenever he has an idea pop up. His songs were mainly genres of rock, punk and pop at times, he always practiced his songs in private. He has his own small music room, where he records his songs in his grandmother’s mansion.
His grandmother at times would come by and observe him while he was busy singing and all. He doesn’t mind her company and at times due small shows for her at times. Marnie, his precious little sister, will always be in his music room listening to her older brother sing.
Then, one day his grandmother came and asked him if he likes to audition in The Vee. He was hesitant at first but with both his grandmother and little sister encouragement he went. The big day when he was supposed to attend the audition was very scary and suffocating, the audition took place in America, in New York Broadway. He remembers the day as yesterday, him standing in line with a bunch of other contestants, nervous out of his mind. He gripped his guitar dreading the time for his turn to happen.
Once he got on stage, he was literally the definition of a deer in headlights, people who were close to him are very aware that he has state rights. He sometimes wonders why he agreed to this in the first place. He mentally counted to ten before slowly playing his guitar, he did a slow beat at first before speeding up. He chose to sing his first song, a song about his parents passing and how it made him feel. The grief and emotion he poured into his song made the spectators and the judges cried. Many fans describe his voice as an angel who came down from heaven, his angelic voice causing many to feel shiver up their spines. The room was quiet as many were enhanced by his song, and the way his voice shifted from high to low in a rhythmic pattern.
Once he was finished, he flinched in surprise when everyone in the theater jumped up from their seats, and whooped and hollered in emotions of his performance. His grandmother and sister were yelling in the stands, their cheers echoing the theater. Piers blushed and waved to the crowd before walking hurriedly behind the curtains.
Once it was time where the winners of the audition were to be announced, he was shocked to find out he was placed in first place. He knew he was good but didn't believe he was that good, but the judges thought otherwise. They stated that his song has made them remember past loved ones and how his voice unravels their grief in a more peaceful and accepting way. He was given a large trophy, unfortunately he wasn’t strong thanks to his noodle arms. His bodyguard carried his trophy as he and his family went home that night.
The next day, his sister woke him up in a frenzy yelling at him to wake up, once he did his sister shoved a phone up his face. The screen blared up saying “Grandson of famous Fashiona, Janetta RoseWood won the legendary Vee Trophy!!!”Marnie was jumping up and down his room stating her brother was the best singer in the world. Pies blinked dumbly trying to make sense of what he saw on his sister's phone screen.
Just then his grandmother burst through the room, yelling how she got lots of calls from famous singers and musicians around the world, who were interested in his singing abilities. And that was when his singing career had just begun.
He had to drop college since his singing career had begun bidding farewell to Mark and Stacie and promise to stay in touch with each other. Since then he began his platform traveling to various countries around the world meeting with different artists. His grandmother knew many of them as her personal colleagues and had them call up Piers. Many of her colleagues were childhood friends of hers and Piers met them a few times in his childhood, whenever his grandmother and him went on trips together.
They help guide in building his platform, including giving him vocal teachers at times to help him build up his voice. At first he didn’t like most of his vocal teachers, many of them were snobbish and annoying and asked his granny to let him pick who he wanted to teach him.She complied and gave him a list of other well known vocal artists in the music industry. A few he didn’t like from the list but there were a few who caught his eyes, one of them was a vocalist artist named Iona. She was a middle aged woman with bright curly red hair, and the deepest blue eyes. When they met, she gave off an aura that screams I’m the biggest and baddest, with her punk-like attire and cocky grin.
Piers thought that she was one of those bash and bold girls from the football team that wasn’t afraid to topple you over no matter if you are big or even small. But color him surprise when he found out that Iona was actually the most kind, understanding and a very humble person.
They hit it off very well, both holding many similarities with each other, than they previously thought. Both love punk music and love emo things, liking dressing in black clothing and all. Both were smart students who did well in their respective college, both have been to University of St Andrews and are born in Scotland as well. Lona was a patient person, helping Piers better his vocals, guiding him to properly change his tone from high to low. She also helped him move past his stage fright giving him tips on how to perform in a large crowd.
So for the past 4 years, Piers had slowly transformed from a small time musician to an all time famous singer. He went on many tours, spreading his music all around the world meeting many other important folks, like politicians, business people, fashion designers and more.
Things were great for him for the first 2 years of his life until he realized the harsh reality of being a famous singer. One of the main ones, were the godforsaken paparazzi , those bastards were the bane of his existence. Once he began getting fame, the paparazzi love to ask him very personal questions that they have no business saying. Their bright flashes of the camera and loud shouts bombarded with questions, have always caused him headaches. Others were the long schedule he was given in him having to do gym training, food dieting and more.
His grandmother assigned him multiple people to be his assistant in such matters, having them was a huge help since he does suck at not paying attention to the time. Since his grandmother knows how much he hates overbearing people, she only hired ones that are patient but strict with him.
His main assistant, Theresa, was an England lady, who always had a blank look on her face and always wore a tight bun on her. She was strict as she was stiff as an American Barbie doll, never even smiling once around him. She made sure that he never was once late for his appointment and always scowled at him for his incompetent. At times, Piers' wish was to duct tape her mouth whenever she spoke her infuriating rants about presenting and acting as a fine responsible gentleman.
Speaking of Theresa, his phone rang beside the couch. On the screen Theresa's name popped up, he grumbled annoyingly before picking up his phone. “Hello?”
“Mr. Piers!”
His ears rang as he moved the phone away from his ear, “What is it Theresa?”
“You are scheduled to go to meet up with your clothing advisor at 4:00 p.m tomorrow at the fashion boutique in Versace in London”
Piers grumbled, “are you kidding me I thought it was supposed to be next week!?”
“Yes, sir but they decided it was best for you to pick out your fashion design choice quickly instead of next week, that way we can focus on the rest of your schedule prior to next week”.
Piers sighed closing his eyes, “Alright fine when is the cab picking me up?”
“Around 11:30 a.m on the dot sir, I already made the schedule beforehand”
Of course she did, Piers thought gully, that woman sure loves to be on time for things, dreading having to wake up early tomorrow.
“Alright Theresa, see you then”, he said, hanging up his phone before putting down on the couch beside him. He then groaned loudly in the empty living room flopping backwards on his couch, when can I ever get a break!
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The next day, Piers had to wake up at 7:30 in the morning, he grumbled hitting the annoying alarm clock quiet, its beeping sound ringing in his ears.
He got up and stretched out, his wipe a bit of drool fro lips while rustling messy hair from his face. He took a one hour shower, he was busy washing his hair, detangling it, the knots agitated his scalp and head. He used some shampoo and conditioner,and once he was finished he dried off. He quickly brush hair while blow drying his long hair.
He picked out his outfit for the day, he decided to wear something casual , he picked out a black shirt, with stylish skinny jeans that had silver chains hanging on his pocket and belt area. With a pair of combat boots and black leather hoodie and black cap and sunglasses to disguise his identity.
Once he finished setting up his outfit, he went downstairs to the kitchen area. The kitchen was decorated with black and white aesthetic design, the center table was crystal white with black bottom stand, On the side the sink, and top cabinets were mainly white, while on the bottom was pitch black. The refrigerator was black as well with a golden handle on it. The kitchen had a nice window view towards the island beach.
Piers checked the refrigerator to see what inside, he had eggs, bacon, sausage, lettuce, pancakes, milk and more. He took the eggs, pancake and bacon out and placed them on the counter. He took out the pots and bowls and began to make breakfast, he turned on his speaker and played some nice music.
He hums to the tune, lightly tapping his foot on the floor, swaying his hips to the rhythm. The breakfast took about 15 minutes for him to make before he placed the food on the table. He put the dirty dishes in the sink and soon placed himself in the table seat. He began munching on the food, savoring the butter taste of the pancake and crispy juicy bacon.
He ate in silence, the music still playing in the background, while he ate his mind drifted in thought. Once I’m done with my appointment with my clothing director I should look around London in the meanwhile to look for some new trinkets for Marnie. I'm sure she loves a new hat to wear since the weather will soon get colder, he thought fondly of his baby sis. He hasn't seen his sister for a few months, the last time he saw her was when he came back from his tour in America. The only hangout for a week before he had to be pulled back to his schedule for his next tour around the UK, he promised to see her again in the next few months or so.
He was lucky that his sister went to Tonbridge School in Kent, a fancy school for one the most excellent students there is. Their grandmother placed her there since their parents always went there as well as children.
Once he was done eating, he washed the dishes and checked the time on the kitchen wall. It was 9:30 a.m, but he still had time to watch his favorite show. He cleaned up the table before heading into the living room, he grabbed the remote and turned on the flat screen T.V, he changed the channel from the news and onto a drama series. ‘Real Housewives of London’ was one of his best tv shows he ever watched, got hooked on it when his friend Stacie introduced him to it. At first he was skeptical of why (in stacie opinion) was this one of the best shows of the century. He watched a few episodes before seeing why, the characters, the drama, the mysteries of the family dynamics was addicting and hilarious. It didn’t take him long to get into it, he always makes sure to watch it every Wednesday to Friday, never missing any new episodes.
He watched the show for an hour. Before checking his phone, it said 11:00 a.m, he turned off the T.V and ran up to his room to get ready. He got dressed quickly and headed downstairs to the front. He waited for the next 30 minutes styling his long hair into a tight bun and shoving on his cap and hoodie over his head.
He heard a beep outside, must be the cab, he thought he grabbed his keys, shades and phone went outside, He locked the door behind him and began walking down the grassy road. The walkway to the parking lot was a tough one for him, since it had an unnecessary amount of hills and bumpy rocks he had to trek up to. Once he got there he was a sweating mess, damn those hills aren’t for the week, then again it was his fault for choosing this place after all.
He saw the black SUV car parked in the front, outside it was a tall black bald man, with a blank expression wearing black shades and a neat black uniform. He greeted Piers,, “Master Piers it's been a while”.
“Oh cut the formality Richard it just Piers”, the lanky lightly punched the buff man arm playfully, “How everything with yah?”
The tall man smiled softly, “Everything has been fine really Master Piers oh I mean Piers”, when Piers gave him a disapproving glare. “ I have been busy running errands and all for your family.”
“Well glad to hear you're doing well, so off we go then?”Richard stated opening the car door for Piers. He thanked Richard and sat on the rich red color fiber of the car seat and buckled his seat belt. Richard started the car and drove off.
Piers looked at the window, the distance of the beach disappearing into a small view, the car drive would last for 3 hours traveling through the towns and cities of London to reach the capital city. Piers decides to take a nap in the meanwhile, his body still tired from the earlier morning.
His body drifted to sleep, his eyes shutting close.
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After 3 hours, Piers was woken up by Richard’s voice, “Wake up Piers, we have arrived at your destination”. Piers' eye blinked beadily wincing as his neck throbbed with pain ugh he slept with his face on the window, hurting his neck in the progress. He rubbed his neck unbuckling his seat belt before opening the car door.
He checked his surroundings, around him were other cars in a large gray parking lot, theirs was parked by the very end of it right by the elevator.
“Piers, Ms.Theresa have called me to inform you that she will meet us in the hotel's lobby. Is best we be on the way”, Richard spoke fixing his suit and tie. “Let’s go”.
Piers fixed his hoodie and cap and put on his shade before following behind his bodyguard and driver. They took the elevator upstairs and exited the large office building, the cold air hitting Piers face. He shivered, pulling on his hoodie strings tighter to cover his head from the frigid cold, so cold !
Richard gave him a raised eyebrow under his shades, “Are you alright, Piers?”
“Yeah let’s hurry and get to this hotel and fast”, he shivered miserably walking faster away from the building.
Both bodyguard and singer walked down the busy streets of London making sure not to appear out of place. Well, they were failing miserably with him being a small lanky man wearing a hoodie and shades with a large buff man walking beside him. Yeah so much in not getting attention, Piers thought ducking his head from view from a group of people peeking at them.
The walk was a good 10 minutes, they walked through a large building that held many people, they passed through cafes. The air filled with butter scent and sweet imaginary taste, as Piers eyed the stand that held delicious small cakes and croissants. Piers belly grumbles reminding him of hunger. It’s been 3 hours of the drive and he ate breakfast early. lI’l buy some treats once I’m done with things.
Thank the Heavens they made it to the hotel, the St. Ermin Hotel, a pretty looking hotel if you ask him, the entrance had a stand wrapped around green lush leaves, standing on each side of it were two large trees with a lion like statue holding a mirror like frame. The walk entrance was glowing with yellow lights as lamps stood tall on each side, the entrance was fancie as any luxury hotel he visited. They walked in a medium size hallway that contained stairways and stands, the interior purely white marked with design and pictures carved in the ceilings. The main area had a nice brownish black carpet with couches and tables, on the second floor above them were glass stain doorways where mini rooms can be seen. A few people were bustling about in the hall paying Piers and Richard no mines.
“Mr. Piers!”, a stern voice shouted.
Piers and Richard turned towards the voice, spotting a young woman in her 20s like Piers, walking in red business outfit, her blouse and skirt bright scarlet. Her lipstick and red mascara matching her outfit, she wore black heels, her steps clicking on the shiny white marble floor. She held a board with a pen in her right ear.
“Ah Theresa, I see you looking good”, Piers smiled watching her scowled at him but her eyes held softenness. “Thanks”, she mumbled before nodding her head to Richard. “I'm glad you guys got here safe. Let's go to your room. Sir”, she gestured to the elevator walking off.
The two followed her and boarded the elevator,the elevator pure white with gold line design to go with it. They stepped out onto 3rd floor and into a white hallway, they followed Theresa to a door that signed 3A, she took out the keys for the room, and opened the door. Inside the room was a nice fancy but really comfortable lookin room that appeared to be of medium size. From what Piers could see that the room only has a main living room that holds the couch, TV stand, and a small kitchen. Further down was a separate room, he turned on the light and saw there was a medium queen size bed, decorated with brown and white sheets with two fluffy pillows. By the bed were two large size windows with a small stand that showed a view of the folks down below walking from the hotel’s entrance. Behind him far from his left was a small bathroom nice, sparkly and clean.
“Nice pick, Theresa”, Piers whistled before walking over to a nearby closet, he opened it up and was surprised to be greeted with black clothing of different styles along with black pair of shoes. “Aww you know me so well, T”, he joked while holding out a long black fine liner coat, his secretary rolled her eyes before looking at her phone.
“Piers, I have worked with you for the last 4 years, I know your style and preferences”, she said her eyes still glued to her phone, “We need to get going now, sir. We can’t be late. She walked out of the bedroom and headed towards the door, her high heels clacking the floor.
Piers and Ricahard share a look before following her out the door, Piers took the coat with him, since London’s weather was not his favorite nor his friend.
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Versace was a well known fashion store in London and many visitors and models go there to sink their hands into this store's latest brand like all fashion brand stores.
Piers was in a different section of the store, far enough not to mingle with the customers and have enough room for privacy for himself. A short stature woman beside Theresa was named Alice, his clothing advisor. She dark skinned women with green eyes, and black hair and like Theresa kept her hair in a small bun. She was wearing a black business suit holding several layers of clothes in her arms, “Mr. Piers, what do you think of this outfit? I picked out it goes well with your hair!”.
Piers twisted his body around studying the outfit Alice picked out for him, he was wearing a long sleeve turtleneck sweater with a pair of black jeans over his sweater was a long white coat with black buttons and smooth sleeve cuffs. He wore it with a pair of black and a pair of black shades on top of his head, his hair was untied draping his black.
“I’ll admit this outfit was good, Alice”, he studied his shoes.
“I know right I’ll tell Jose that this outfit will look good for you in your winter photoshoot next January”, the short woman exclaimed, her arms nearly dropping the clothes on the floor. She steadied herself, “Jose argues that your clothes should have pink and white coloring to it. To match the winter theme”.
“Pink?”,Piers thought Jose might be an expert in clothing in matching whatever theme Piers does for fashion photoshoots but pink, no hate to the color it’s just not his style or taste.
“Yeah pink in a winter theme! Who uses pink in a winter theme!”Alice's eyes twitched, “He might as well add orange to Spring then. I swear he knows everything”, she grumbled. Piers sighed Alice and Jose have had this tense rivalry since they first met to attend to meet Piers. The singer doesn’t know much but he was told that Jose and Alice had this rivalry since they were teenagers. They’re parents' family had a cold rivalry with one another in their business in the fashion industries.
The first year working with those two was a headache, they can never seem to agree on something, always arguing who design choices and outfits picks were good. They bicker about each other's clothing too, Piers swear they act as a married old couple. Actually, they may as well be married at this point since they are never seen without the other until now. Jose was in America with his grandmother helping with her new designer clothes, setting up for her Winter Wonderland’s Gala Walk.
“Piers”, someone called the singer, snapped out of his thoughts, blinking a bit and out of his zone, he turned his head behind and saw a pair of girls by Richard. In the middle was a slim young girl with emerald green eyes and dark hair. She wore a black sweater with a white button up blouse, she wore a pink frilly skirt that reached her knees. She wore metal boots with long black socks that stopped by her ankle. Her hair was styled in three right frontal bangs reaching her right eye’s top ; a partially shaved front left and back. She wore long pigtails that reached her shoulder that was tied with crimson ribbon. She wore silver earrings and a silver necklace that had a heart decorated on it.
The young girl smiled, “Big Bro!”, the young girl said, walking over to hug the older man.
Piers hugged her tightly, “Hey baby sis how are you ?”
“Doing good school is keeping me busy as usual”, her British accent making her sound rough and mean. The clear her throat “How are you doing Piers? It's been ages since we last saw each other”.
“It's been five months, Marnie to be precise”, the pale man said, looking towards her friends behind her, “Hey yah girls, hope school is going well for you guys too”.
A group of girl and boys around Marnie ages smiled, “We doing fine Mr. Piers so great to see you!”, a brown haired girl with a dark green and white tam o’ shanter on top of her head. She had brown eyes wearing a grey hoodie with brown triangular buttons, she wore blue jeans with a pair of tartan green socks and brown boots with brown laces. “That's great to hear Gloria, same for you Victor?”.
The boy with the same brown hair and brown eyes like his twin sister nodded his head, “Yeah but those tests are annoying”, the young boy grumbled at him wearing a large red sweater, with blue jeans and brown running shoes. He wore a gray beanie with a gray scarf wrap around his neck. “We have to do extra study sessions with Ms.Jasmine”.
“Yeah Ms. Jasmine can be so strict all the time, the teacher needs to relax sometimes”, a light skinned girl with long blond hair and brown eyes spoke, typing her phone with pink nails. She wore a Black large coat with gray earmuffs on her head, paired with long black tights and large fluffy boots. “Can’t disagree Tiffany”, Gloria voiced.
Piers shook his head fondly at Marnie, three friends, her childhood friends. Those four were peas in a pod never straying far from one another. Victor and Gloria came from Scotland like Piers and Marnie while Tiffany was from England. They met when they were four years old, young kids meeting at a party in London on their parents' business trips. Marnie was a shy young girl always sticking to piers legs, whenever they go on their Grandmother trips together. She bumped into them when she was getting a small snack in the dining room, the three huddled in a group hiding crispy buns in their pockets.The three kids begged Marnie not tell and she won’t if she gets a piece of bun. Since then they became friends going to the same school together.
Piers was glad Marnie found friends to stick with, never wanting her to be lonely, since Piers was always with their Grandmother since their parents had passed away.
“Big Bro, we came by to hangout with you for today”, his younger sister said. “We want to go to this cafe a few minutes up ahead from this store”.
‘‘That great Marnie I would love to but I have things to do right now. How about we meet up in like, he looked at his watch, in 20 minutes once I’m done, Okay?” He ignored the tired sighed from Theresa, she could put my schedule on halt. And besides, I was a few weeks off before my next tour, so I used that time to hangout with Marnie and her friends and figure out a new song.
“Theresa, Alice could we hurry up and finish this up”, he looked at both women, “Sure Piers”, the short woman spoke, calling towards a nearby worker in the store to help with the clothes in her arms. Theresa began going through her phone, checking to see whatever she saw.
“Okay, Piers see you later”, the young girl said walking together with her three friends to the exit.
“See ya, sis”, smiling before looking at an outfit being held up to him. He grabbed the outfit and headed into the changing room.
Let’s get this day over with