The diary of Orona White

The diary of Orona White chapter1

''Orona im going to be late if you don't hurry up and get dressed!'' My Dad called from downstairs.

We were going to some crappy work party his boss was hosting, we went to one every year and it was the same old shit, I wear a dress, smile at my Dad's work colleagues and Daddy gets a promotion for having such an innocent, cute daughter like me.

Im Orona by the way, Orona White. I understand completely that I have the most weirdest name ever but my Dad insisted we name me after my Mother since she died giving birth to me.

I never really knew my Mum, I only know that her name was Orona (Like me) and what she looked like since I have loads of pictures of her, but my Dad never talks about her, if I even tried to ask about her he'd get into a stroppy mood.

I swept a brush of blusher against my cheeks and smiled in the full length mirror, the dress I bought for his year's party was much shorter than the one from last years, since Im 15 now I guess im at the age that Im allowed to wear short dresses, high heels etc.

I walked slowly down stairs, my Dad pulled at the corner of my dress, making the sleeve hang down like I'd just had sex. Yes this was Daddy, he showed me off like some kind of slut just so his work friends would enjoy the sight and run away to his boss so my Dad could get a promotion.

''I want your best smile princess.'' My Dad whispered to me as we walked our the door, I nodded understanding how he wanted me to act around his friends.

We drove for what felt like hours, we approached a large mansion with giant metal gates around the outside, I sighed heavily just wanting to go home to bed. My Dad has worked as a lawyer for several years, he does lots of paperwork and basically controls a hell of a lot of people, his dream is to get to the top, he hates losing.

The car jerked forward as we parke in the huge carpark, I jumped out and shook my long blonde hair in fron of me, making it look effortless but still classy. My black heels clomped against the pavement as I walked inside, leaving my Dad further behind to catch up with his 'work buddy's'.

I felt confident in my purple dress, it showed the right amount of cleevage, and still make me look like Daddy's innocent little daughter.

I walked forward, opening the glass doors and made my way inside. Everything was loud inside, not from music but from talking, there was no music, no decorations just the same old boring work party, I hate my Dad's friends, everything about them is so boring, I have to dig my nails into my skin just to stay awake when talking to them.

I bit my lip as my eyes searched around for someone I could talk to, someone big in my Daddy's business, someone who could help with that promotion. I saw a man with grey hair in the corner, he was tring to wipe something from his plain black suit with a tissue, I grinned and walked over to him, pulling my dress further up on the way, my long legs being revealed.

''Hey.'' I said, the man looked up at me his eyes widened probably wondering why I was talking to him. You see, you would never guess I was a 15 year old girl Im 5,7 in height and my Dad always tells me I look about 18. ''Need some help with that stain?'' I asked carelessly, taking the tissue from his hand and wiping it softly against his suit.

''Thankyou.'' He muttered. Just then my Dad came up behind me. ''Harold, how nice to see you, I see you've met my daughter Orona.'' My Dad said in his jolly santa voice.

I handed the tissue back to Harold, making sure I swept myself against him. ''Ok Daddy, Im going to go get some lemonade.'' I sang in my fake happy voice as I skipped away. I mentally cursed as I got into the huge living room filled with people, there was a drink's table at the end of the room and I was determined to get to it before my Dad tried to introduce me to anyone.

I squeezed past people, pushing my way through just trying to get to that vodka bottle at the end, sure I said lemonade but what nobody knows won't hurt them. I was near the end of the table when I bumped into someone. I turned around and there was a young man mid twenties, he had short brown curly hair, and these green eyes that practically shot a crystal colour at you. I couldn't help but smile dumbly at him.

''Very sorry Ma'aam..'' He said in a strong english accent.

I bit my lip, trying not to giggle at his perfectness. ''That's alright.'' I replied to him, he smiled, revealing his perfect white teeth.

''Maybe I can pour you a drink to make up for it.'' He said pleasantly. I smiled my flirty smiled and accepted his offer. He put his hand on the small of my back and pushed my forward through the crowds slowly.

I stopped and leaned on the edge of the drinks table as he opened the vodka bottle, pouring out a large amount into a glass.

''There you go Ma'aam.'' He said, offering the glass out to me, I took it from his hands.

''So does this well mannered gentleman have a name?'' I asked curiously.

''Peter, and does this beautiful lady have a name?'' He asked sweetly.

I grinned ''Orona.'' I replied.

''Orona.'' He repeated my name as though he remembered me from somewhere. ''What a beautiful name.'' He said, it seemed like he was talking to himself but I replied anyway.

''Thankyou.'' I said, raising the glass to my lips and taking a sip, I felt his amazing eyes on me.

''Do you work here?'' He asked me out of the bloom. Shit, I thought, I bet he thinks im about 20. I wasn't going to let him know my real age, not just yet anyway.

''No, my Dad does though, I come here every year.'' I replied, hoping he won't ask me anything else.

''Maybe I know your Father..'' He was about to carry on when I interrupted him.

''Probably not, he's in a high class office, you must be the coffee boy or something?'' I suggested, trying not to laugh.

He chuckled slightly. ''If that's what you want to call head of the whole department then go ahead babe.'' He said proudly, edging closer to me.

''Think a lot of yourself do you?'' I asked, he was probably just as stuck up as most of the rich people here.

''I work hard, I get paid who doesn't?'' He mumbled. I nodded, taking a few more gulps from my vodka glass.

Just then I heard a familiar voice, I mentally groaned as my Dad's friend Alfred walked over to me, he was the most annoying man ever to walk on this earth. Im not even over exaggerating.

''Orona my sweetie pie, the apple of my eye, the beautiful one, the brightness of the sun.'' He sang poetically.

I turned towards the table and rolled my eyes, I watched as he walked away. Then I felt warmth around my body, two arms cuddled me up close, and I felt a hand softly stroking my shoulder. ''Want to go somewhere more private?'' Peter whispered seductively in my ear. His voice sent tingles down my body. I bit my lip and nodded slightly.

He leaned over and kissed my shoulder lightly. I shivered from the cold touch of his lips. I smiled as he pulled me away.