Post by YULIYA DUKHKIN' on Aug 25, 2012 23:24:15 GMT -4
I like writing little bits and pieces from Yuliya and Amri's childhood, so I'll put some of them up!
CUPCAKES
“I'm home!” Amri shouted in an annoyed voice as he tossed his keys on the table in the entryway of the manor. A sweeping double staircase opened up in front of him, sides curving up in opposite directions towards opposite sides of the house. To his left an entrance led to the living room, and to the right was one that led to the kitchen and the dining room with the French doors that led onto the verandah. Two servants were standing at the stairs, and more off to the right, not the sort of thing most seventeen-year-old boys came home to. He was in a slightly better mood than he usually was though, his best friend Joey was with him. Joey was one of the very few of his friend that was allowed at the house, the rest being considered too rough. Joey, on the other hand, managed to get along with anyone, including h is mother, who was just coming out of the kitchen.
“I have cookies,” she said in her fake cheery voice, as if she really thought the linen apron around her waist would convince Amri she had made the cookies sitting on the plate she held instead of the pastry chef they had. For god's sake she was wearing a pearl necklace, no one wore pearls while they were baking.
“Did you remember to tell the chaffeur to bring Yuliya home?” he asked in a tone as if he were talking to someone much younger than him as opposed to his mother.
“Oh, maybe, I don't know. Why don't you take a cookie?” She just waved him off. Here she was, offering her son a cookie while not knowing or even caring where her daughter was. Amri sneered at her.
“Joey and I are going upstairs.”
Joey gave him a sympathetic look as they went up the marble staircase two at a time, going through the hallways until they came to the locked west wing. Fortunately Amri had stolen and made his own set of keys. Once they got through, it was only a short while until they came to Yuliya's room. He looked quickly in and he didn't see her...so Chiye had forgotten to get her from their grandmother again. Amri was about to turn to go yell at her when Joey nudged him and they saw a bit of blonde hair through the doors of the balcony. They looked at each other and went through.
“Hey Princess!” Joey said cheerfully, squatting down next to the curled up form of Yuliya. Amri followed suit, bending down and lightly rubbing her head.
“So what'd you do with Grandma today?” he asked in a cheerful tone though he knew the results were never good. Their grandmother was even more hopeless than their parents when it came to Yuliya.
“We...we went to the...store,” Yuliya said in a quiet and stuttering voice.
“That doesn't sound too bad.”
“She said...she needed...a specific kind of...pickle...I was supposed...to ask the store person...where they were...”
Amri knew that couldn't be good.
“I...I tried to ask...but words...hard...she yelled at me...said I was dumb...said I should apologize but I...I just started crying...”
Amri sighed and rubbed her head more. Before in his life he would try to tell her that she wasn't dumb but then she would just say that she was and that she needed to fix it.
“Well your brother and I were going to make some cupcakes and it would be fantastic if we had another helper,” Joey said cheerfully. Amri could clearly see Yuliya's eyes brighten at the offer.
So they went downstairs, which took awhile since Joey had to pick out baking ensembles for everyone and then he had to pick out aprons for everyone and then Amri needed to threaten his mother out of the kitchen though she was in hysterics about Yuliya being on the ground floor. Then he had to threaten the pastry chef to get out until they could finally start baking. Though Amri never baked. He mostly just watched as Joey made his masterpieces and Yuliya helped in anyway she could.
“Nutmeg, Princess!” he would say and she'd go and fetch it, until finally the batter was done and they dolloped it into muffin tins to put in the oven, and he let Yuliya lick out the bowl. But that was only the beginning. What Joey was more than anything was an artist, so while they were baking he and Yuliya put dyes into frosting and molded flowers out of gum paste. When the whole process was done they had a dozen banana-nutmeg cupcakes with a different beautiful picture on each one. Amri could easily pick out who had done which ones. Joey's were beautiful and artistic, whereas Yuliya's...well they were her. Sunflowers and horses and characters from books. He grinned down at her.
His grin would have stayed there had his mother not come back.
“Look what Yuliya and I made, Mrs. Dukhkin'!” Joey said cheerfully. Chiye inspected them carefully.
“Who did which?”
“Well I did this half and Yuliya did that half.”
“Well these ones are gorgeous,” she said, motioning to the ones Joey had made, “but these ones...well, they leave something to be desired.”
Amri was fuming as she left, but Yuliya just seemed happy that her mother had said something about something she had made.
“Today was a good day!” she said, smile beaming brightly. And it was true. This was one of the best days she'd had in a long time.
CUPCAKES
“I'm home!” Amri shouted in an annoyed voice as he tossed his keys on the table in the entryway of the manor. A sweeping double staircase opened up in front of him, sides curving up in opposite directions towards opposite sides of the house. To his left an entrance led to the living room, and to the right was one that led to the kitchen and the dining room with the French doors that led onto the verandah. Two servants were standing at the stairs, and more off to the right, not the sort of thing most seventeen-year-old boys came home to. He was in a slightly better mood than he usually was though, his best friend Joey was with him. Joey was one of the very few of his friend that was allowed at the house, the rest being considered too rough. Joey, on the other hand, managed to get along with anyone, including h is mother, who was just coming out of the kitchen.
“I have cookies,” she said in her fake cheery voice, as if she really thought the linen apron around her waist would convince Amri she had made the cookies sitting on the plate she held instead of the pastry chef they had. For god's sake she was wearing a pearl necklace, no one wore pearls while they were baking.
“Did you remember to tell the chaffeur to bring Yuliya home?” he asked in a tone as if he were talking to someone much younger than him as opposed to his mother.
“Oh, maybe, I don't know. Why don't you take a cookie?” She just waved him off. Here she was, offering her son a cookie while not knowing or even caring where her daughter was. Amri sneered at her.
“Joey and I are going upstairs.”
Joey gave him a sympathetic look as they went up the marble staircase two at a time, going through the hallways until they came to the locked west wing. Fortunately Amri had stolen and made his own set of keys. Once they got through, it was only a short while until they came to Yuliya's room. He looked quickly in and he didn't see her...so Chiye had forgotten to get her from their grandmother again. Amri was about to turn to go yell at her when Joey nudged him and they saw a bit of blonde hair through the doors of the balcony. They looked at each other and went through.
“Hey Princess!” Joey said cheerfully, squatting down next to the curled up form of Yuliya. Amri followed suit, bending down and lightly rubbing her head.
“So what'd you do with Grandma today?” he asked in a cheerful tone though he knew the results were never good. Their grandmother was even more hopeless than their parents when it came to Yuliya.
“We...we went to the...store,” Yuliya said in a quiet and stuttering voice.
“That doesn't sound too bad.”
“She said...she needed...a specific kind of...pickle...I was supposed...to ask the store person...where they were...”
Amri knew that couldn't be good.
“I...I tried to ask...but words...hard...she yelled at me...said I was dumb...said I should apologize but I...I just started crying...”
Amri sighed and rubbed her head more. Before in his life he would try to tell her that she wasn't dumb but then she would just say that she was and that she needed to fix it.
“Well your brother and I were going to make some cupcakes and it would be fantastic if we had another helper,” Joey said cheerfully. Amri could clearly see Yuliya's eyes brighten at the offer.
So they went downstairs, which took awhile since Joey had to pick out baking ensembles for everyone and then he had to pick out aprons for everyone and then Amri needed to threaten his mother out of the kitchen though she was in hysterics about Yuliya being on the ground floor. Then he had to threaten the pastry chef to get out until they could finally start baking. Though Amri never baked. He mostly just watched as Joey made his masterpieces and Yuliya helped in anyway she could.
“Nutmeg, Princess!” he would say and she'd go and fetch it, until finally the batter was done and they dolloped it into muffin tins to put in the oven, and he let Yuliya lick out the bowl. But that was only the beginning. What Joey was more than anything was an artist, so while they were baking he and Yuliya put dyes into frosting and molded flowers out of gum paste. When the whole process was done they had a dozen banana-nutmeg cupcakes with a different beautiful picture on each one. Amri could easily pick out who had done which ones. Joey's were beautiful and artistic, whereas Yuliya's...well they were her. Sunflowers and horses and characters from books. He grinned down at her.
His grin would have stayed there had his mother not come back.
“Look what Yuliya and I made, Mrs. Dukhkin'!” Joey said cheerfully. Chiye inspected them carefully.
“Who did which?”
“Well I did this half and Yuliya did that half.”
“Well these ones are gorgeous,” she said, motioning to the ones Joey had made, “but these ones...well, they leave something to be desired.”
Amri was fuming as she left, but Yuliya just seemed happy that her mother had said something about something she had made.
“Today was a good day!” she said, smile beaming brightly. And it was true. This was one of the best days she'd had in a long time.
