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This story takes place in modern day Seattle. Everyone is human. There is also a trailer to go with this, just look up Bookworm Studios on Youtube and it will be my newest video. Also find it on the new Border Cafe google plus page; u/0/b/113205263644343698665/113205263644343698665/posts/p/pub

Clarion Ree has always been known as the ambassador's daughter. Of the events she attends, everyone who talks to her does talk to her because she is the ambassador's daughter. Either they're hoping to get close enough to get some sort of job, diplomatic immunity, or just become the next ambassador. The whole thing was horrid, but every year there was one party that was mandatory for her to go to. The strictly black tie Ambassador's ball.

Every year it was the same, she would wear whatever dress was sent to her. She would arrive and be forced to sit next to a bunch of drunken men. Worst of all, her father would always try to pair her up with his old business partner's son. He was a wretched man, always running off with women right and left. Whenever Clarion was with him he was always trying to intoxicate her with some sort of drink. Oh the things people do for power.

When she was younger she was always worrying about her studies and whenever she would be forced to go to some event she would frantically race to finish it. The next day the teacher's would always just say, "It's ok, you were busy last night." That was another thing with being the ambassador's daughter, everything is given to you. Clarion had always hated it and at one point she was sure she could have just written that her teachers were morons and she would still get an A+.

Once she had finished high school she applied to an art school in New York. There was a waiting list. Clarion demanded that her father not take in any part of this to get her in. That he didn't because he didn't like the thought of her going to an art school at all. He had always wanted her to be a politician like him.

Clarion wanted to escape this life of parties and galas. Sure people would give anything to have what she had, but it just wasn't what she wanted. So her parents had bought her a huge house in Seattle, as long as she attended the Ambassador's ball. For a while she hated it because she felt like she hadn't worked for it. One day she decided to open up her home to the children who hadn't been given the opportunities she had. To her surprise there were dozens of children who came to her home, but it made her all the more happier to help them.

Today she takes care of the children with her two best friends Snowflake Winterhall and Mary Faria. Clarion took care of everyone with the money she either saved up or had been given through donations. She didn't want to use her father's hard earned money.

Clarion stared down at the golden, seal stamped, envelope in her hand. She knew what was inside, just as she did every year. An invitation to the ambassador's ball. More than half the time she would never even open them. It was on the same day every year so what was the point of them even sending an invitation. Within the next few days, her required dress would arrive.

Milori Wintrix is a teacher at the nearby public school, where he teaches some of Clarion's children. He was born into an average middle class family. His father owned a small shop on the east side of town, while his mother stayed home and watched over the children. Milori was the youngest of four, two sisters, one brother. Each were born two years apart.

His siblings always called him odd or different and he knew it was true. Milori never had any real friends, except for his owl, Phoebus. Phoebus had been a gift from his uncle and Milori loved it. Even today he brings his owl to work. He tells the children that he is there to make sure no one cheats on a test or quiz. The children are very fond of the owl and constantly sneak snacks to him. Milori is aware that they do it, but he doesn't mind.

Milori sat at his desk watching his students finish their tests as he graded their homework. One by one they would come up and hand him their tests. He would always give each of them some sort of candy when they finished. Even if it was against school policy to give them sugar, but he knew how hard these children worked, and he also liked to spoil them.

There was about ten minutes in class before the bell rang. Those of his students who had finished their tests were sitting quietly reading books. Ten minutes can go by pretty fast when you're grading papers. It felt like only seconds had passed when the bell had actually rang.

Students quickly put in some final answers and brought them up as the others packed. "Here's both mine and Caroline's" a student named Lacey said as she handed him two tests.

"Thank you."

"Alright everyone, tomorrow we will be watching a movie, bring snacks and pillows if you would like!".

The children all cheered in happiness. "Thanks, Mr. Wintrix!".

"See you all tomorrow!".

Once all of the students had left, he looked down at one of the tests on top of the pile, Lacey's. On the first page she had done pretty well, but on the next two she only got a couple right. It was odd though. Lacey seemed to know what she was doing based on the homework he had received. "I'll call her mother to see if there is something going on," he thought to himself.

He pulled out a note card bin and started flipping through. Towards about the middle he found the right one. After reading it he swiveled in his desk chair to the classroom phone. Milori punched in the numbers and listened to it as it rang. One. Two. Three. About midway through the fourth ring someone picked up the phone. "Hello?".

"Afternoon. I'm Mr. Wintrix, Lacey's teacher. Is this Ms. Ree?".

"Yes, what seems to be the problem?".

"Oh nothing, I was just wondering if you could come in this afternoon. I just have a few questions."

"Sure, what's this about?".

"I think this would be best explained in person."

"Alright then."