Daae Prodigy: The Beginning

Linda Daae[a.k.a. Belle] was a regular 14 year living in Dorburgh, PA. Or is she? Belle didn't have anything close to a close childhood living in her mansion full of wizards, benders, and the overall odd people. She must face her whole family to have a normal life. Will she succeed at her goal or fail driving her to the worst possible nightmare a teenage wizard could have?


13. Plannning Problems

I had been counting down the days until May 16th. That's when Merlin said I could have most of his powers. According to him, he still wanted some of his powers to help him with everyday needs. But trust me, those "needs" were ending up as "wants". With his powers given to me and the powers I already had, I would be the most powerful wizard the world has ever seen! Then I'll take over the world! Bwa ha ha ha! Na, I'm just kidding on taking over the world but me being the most powerful wizard in the world was true.

For months I spent my time on the internet looking up ideas for my birthday. I searched hundred of sites, looking for the best decorations, cake, and a new dress. A girl only turns 14 once, might as well make the best of it! Hours upon hours I spent staring at a small laptop screen. My eyes would be glued in one position for days. They hurt for the longest time. Then I finally found a perfect birthday theme!

A Dorburgh themed party! Why not? I loved sports and my city, so why not combine them both? I thought it was adorable but my mother thought other wise.

"A sport themed birthday party? That's disgusting! You are a 13 year old girl and you want a sports birthday party?"

"Yea. Of course I want my birthday party to be the way I plan it. There will be footballs, basketballs, balls and bats laid out in the south yard so everyone can play what they want. I'll invite the housemaids, Pierre, the gardeners, Merlin, maybe a few singers will tag along. This will be the..."

My mother was fed up with the sports talk, "Worst party idea ever!"

"But mom, its my birthday party and I want everyone to have fun! Not to sit around staring at each other stuffing cake in their mouths. Come on! Just this one time, please?!"

I already knew the answer that was coming and I'm sure you do too, "No, no, a thousand times NO! You will have a normal, calm birthday party in the ballroom with your family. No housemaids, no backyard fun, and defiantly no sports! I be deciding what theme and who's coming. You just have to go."

I just had to go? She was fed up with me talking? I was fed up with her! I never did have a voice when it came to my birthday parties, even when I was a toddler. When I was four, I wanted to have a Mickey Mouse party but ended up with a boring family party in the ballroom. When I was seven I wanted a Tropical Island Getaway party but got another boring family party like the years before. Then when I was 12, I was not feeling well so I wanted a family party but got a Field Day party. To sum it up: I didn't have great birthday experiences.

Now not to confuse anyone, I did get nice presents and even a "boyfriend" when I was six. I got expensive jewelry that I never wore in my entire life. Huge dresses were pretty popular too. Then the nicest gift I ever got was a mud filled, turtle broach from a little boy when I was six.

I can't remember the boy's first name but his last name was Curtis. He had two older brothers. They use to pick on me but the little one was the nicest to me and used to pick me up when I was pushed down by the biggest one. I was scared to death because of them. Anyways, it was my sixth birthday and those boys were there. As soon as I blew out the candles, I ran out. I ran to the only place I felt comfortable in the whole house, my Library.

I sat in there and just stared at my books, crying. Another crappy year of training gone by. My life was dwindling away in front of my life. I must have only been in there a minute when the little boy came in. At first I didn't hear him come until he spoke.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"No, just go away please." I was thinking of ways to freeze him without getting in trouble.

"Well okay," he turned to leave but I felt bad,

"No wait! Please stay."

He had this smile I could never forget. It was the sweetest little thing in the world. It was the innocence of him mixed in with the devil of his brothers. He was handsome for a six year old. The boy pulled up a chair and sat next to me. He lightly touched my back and I instantly stopped crying.

"You ever had a boyfriend?"

In retrospect, I should have figured that I was a six year old and probably wasn't ready for a boyfriend but it's in the past. I shook my head no and he had that smile again.

"Well now you do. Here, I have a present for you."

He handed me the broach even though it was dirt filled saying he found it at the his local park. I accepted it and put it on. I was yelled at for a lot of things when we walked back, hand-in-hand.

1] Running off

2] Getting my Birthday Dress dirty with the broach

3] Coming back with a boy

I really don't see what was wrong with that last one, but oh well. Before he left I pulled him aside and thanked him once more for the broach. He turned my face to the side and pecked my cheek. I felt so light the whole day. He ran off to his car and was gone in seconds. I waited the whole year to see him again but he I never saw him again. I still wear the broach on special occasions so I won't forget him.

I started to leave my mother's room but I remember one last thing I wanted to ask her: "Can I at least get a new dress?"

My mother turned to me and sighed. She had this look on her face that said 'get out or I'll kill you.' Finally she said yes.

At least I got something out of that conversation.

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