spirited away

chapter 1

An old Victorian style house has a crowd of people gathered at the gates of the estate. "Are they here?" "What's he like?" "Did you know he has a daughter?" As the crowd murmured amongst itself a group of moving trucks following a white truck pulls up to the gates. "Oh my god that's him isn't it that's saint Johnathan?" Just as a woman asked the question a tall white male in his late 30s stepped out of the truck and walked to open the gate. "Hello saint Johnathan" an elderly man said as he approached the younger man."hello priest jacob" answered the Johnathan. "Its so nice to finally meet you" said jacob. "Likewise" responded johnathon. "Now I know your a busy man so I won't take much of your time" said jacob. " I just wanna ask you some questions." "Ok" answered Johnathan.

Four hours later...

" ahhh" sighed johnathon. " I never thought that man would leave. Took me an hour just to drive in the yard." He looked around himself to see he was in the foyer, which was filled to the ceiling with moving boxes. "A new home, a new start". He said to himself as he looked into a mirror he hanged up earlier to see his reflection. Johnathon wasn't like most people his age honestly you'd think he was in his early 20s instead of late 30s. Platinum blonde hair, a toned musclar physique, and blue eyes that could make the moon jealous. He stroked his designer stubled styled beard. "Looking good" he thought "now I see why that chick asked for my-"

CRAAASH!!!

John turned and looked up. "ELIZABETH?!"

Upstairs a 17 year old girl was getting up off the floor when John came crashing through the door. "ELIZABETH ARE YOU OK?" "Yes dad I'm fine" the girl answered. "The pile of boxes just fell over but I'm ok." She got up to dust herself off and move a bit of her hair behind her ear. She looked over to see her father worried, wondering if there may be anything damaged the girl didnt know about. She sighed looking at her father she took both her hand and ran them through her hair wondering why she looked the way she did. Her father had platinum blode hair while she had something between that and dark brown, like a light dirty blonde color. Her dad had light blue eyes where she had hazy silver. He had an russian accent where she had a typical American one. She looked down at the floor pondering it all with a saddened. "Hey" her father said "I know that look. Follow me." She followed him out of her room, down the hall, down a flight of stairs to the main foyer. They stopped in front of a portrait of a stunning woman with long dark brown hair, pearly white eyes, flawless skin and a supermodel body type. In the portrait she was in a victorian style dress, standing with johnathon holding a beautiful baby girl. "I know you think your odd looking Elizabeth but you seem to forget your something special." "I know" Elizabeth said still fiddling with the hair in her hands. "Elizabeth stop for a second" her father said. She stopped as her father dragged her in front of a mirror. "Do you know what I see Elizabeth?  I see an amazing young lady who's the daughter of one of the most unbelievabley kind women in the world. You get your looks from both me and your mother. So what if you dont look like other people. It just makes you even more special than you already are." Elizabeth just stared at her reflection restraining herself from rolling her eyes. She heard those words so many times before she could recite the word for word on cue. It didnt help her that her father called her such nice things especially when shes been called so much worse. "Elizabeth look at me."She turned to see her father hunch down to meet her gaze. "You've been through alot since your birth. You've been in and out of countless schools in countless countries. We moved here to American Arizona to get a fresh start. I'll be the new priest at the local cathedral, you'll be going to a school full of a thousand of kids, everything will be fine. Forget about the past and what those horrible people said to you. You have two weeks until school starts shouldn't you think about that hm?" He made a set of duck lips and turned his head to the left without breaking there gaze. This made Elizabeth burst out into laughter. "okay okay you win you win I'll stop thinking about that and and try to focus on the now." "That's my girl" John said. "But you should probably get some sleep it's getting late". " Yes papa" she said with a grin. "Good las I'll see you in the morning". He kissed her on the cheek goodnight and went to bed. Elizabeth turned to the portrait and walked over to it. "A new start" she said as she put her hand on the portrait. "And a chance to find out where you went". Her gaze locked on the picture of the beautiful woman."I'll find you mom, I promise."

End of chapter 1.