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A Genius Of A New Nature

The Story Of Kylie Archer

Bethany Thomson

[Pick the date]

The dark haired teenager stared at her computer screen hopelessly. Her fingers were numb from the amount of typing she had done and she was tired. Perhaps she could just nod off for a bit… She hauled herself upright. This was not the time to give up! She shouted for her bodyguard who, as usual, was nearby.

“Yes, Mistress. What can I do for you?” The toned female answered. Always ready for business she thought.

“Any good at logic puzzles?” asked the youth, barely giving the bodyguard time to close the door behind her. The bodyguard smiled and nodded.

“Good, because this one is particularly tricky.” The bodyguard was confused but let her mistress continue.

“It’s a picture puzzle. I need everything in the right place so that I can decipher what it means.” said the girl. Her bodyguard was dumbfounded at what she saw.

“What is this ma’am?”

“A language which I have recently discovered. I know what the letters are but I cannot read it. It cannot be read in any conventional way. Believe me I have tried everything.” The pale youth had been working on this for sixty four hours solid and it was beginning to show. She was struggling to keep her eyes open and she was starting to twitch. Exhaustion was taking effect.

“Ma’am. You should go to bed, I shouldn’t let you work like this.” said the bodyguard.

“Sparks. I wouldn’t have let you take me away from my project anyway. It’s all I have at the moment.”

“Kylie. You wouldn’t have had a choice. I would have knocked you out and made sure you had had at least twelve hours solid sleep a night.”

“You have a point.” Kylie replied.

“I know. I always do.” replied Sparks cockily.

“I should go to bed, I haven’t made a breakthrough yet and I’m not likely to when I am exhausted.”

“Goodnight ma’am. Have a nice sleep.”

 

Kylie woke to a shout of the maid.

“I’m coming to clean your room now whether you like it or not.” It was evident from this that the maid had been shouting for quite some time.

“Give me a minute.” Kylie shouted in reply. Kylie stepped out of bed grabbed the suit she had placed out the night before and headed out of her room to the bathroom on the lower floor.

“There you go, Lucy.” Kylie said as she passed the maid. The maid smiled.

“Sorry to wake you, Little Miss.” she said.

“Little Miss.” Kylie mumbled. Kylie hated being referred to as little. Although she knew she was small, she still thought she should be given the title of Madam or even Miss. Sparks was waiting for her at the bottom of the steps.

“Good morning ma’am.” she said.

“Is it still morning?” asked Kylie.

“Yes. Just.” replied Sparks.

“Let me get washed and then I will need your assistance.” Kylie stated. Sparks cocked her head.

“Don’t you want breakfast, ma’am?” Kylie thought for a moment.

“That would be nice. Anything will do.” Kylie said. She knew that Sparks would never displease her tastes; she had known her for far too long.

A few minutes later, Kylie was sitting at the dinner table waiting for her breakfast. Sparks appeared a plate in hand.

“French toast, ma’am.” said Sparks. Confused, Kylie took the plate.

“Not like you Sparks. You usually make me something a bit more…complicated.”

“A cook ma’am. Your parents have hired a cook!” said Sparks, disgusted. The Sparks family were all renowned for their cooking abilities. There was two Sparks’ in the household and both of them cooked well. Kylie looked as disgusted as Sparks had sounded.

“I’ll speak to them.” Kylie said taking a bite of her toast. A large bite. She almost spat it out, it was horrible.

“I almost gagged there. How can anyone make French toast taste bad? I love French toast, just as much as I like a cheese beano.” said Kylie sticking her tongue out. Sparks laughed and rolled her eyes.

“Ever the posh bitch.” she said. Any normal person would have been appalled at Sparks’ choice of language but Kylie, as usual, just shrugged it off.

“I know.” she replied. She was rich after all, and she liked to show it. Didn’t everybody?

“Can we go upstairs now?” Kylie asked Sparks. Sparks raised an eyebrow.

“Well… you see Kylie, you’re just not my type.” she said ever so sarcastically.

“Sparks!” shouted her employer.

“Sorry ma’am. You were asking for that.”

“I know.”        

“So, upstairs?” asked Sparks, confused.

“We have picture puzzles to re-assemble, remember?” replied Kylie rolling her eyes at the bodyguard. Who, in return gave her a dangerous glance. Kylie consequently shut up, sharp.

The two moved upstairs, to re-assemble these so called “picture puzzles”. Sparks always got worried when Kylie started acting sweet and innocent. It meant that what she was doing shouldn’t be seen by her father, and if it wasn’t to be seen by her father, it was wrong.

 

“So, what’s the plan this time Kylie?” asked Sparks.

“What plan? I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.”     

“What are you going to DO Kylie? I mean who are you going to screw out of money this time?”

“Nobody… I’m stealing intellect.”

“Intellect?!”                                                                                                          

“Yes, intellect. A very vital amount of intellect. New technology and the like, are you grasping my meaning.”

“Ma’am. Your English is failing you, again. Backwards sentences and your grammar is becoming appalling.” Sparks said, very concerned for her employer.

“I’m still a little tired, but I think the lack of speech is completely down to the fact that I am rather excited.” Kylie said, looking down at the multiple sheets of A4 paper surrounding her feet.  Sparks smiled sadly. She loved her employer, almost like a sister, but she couldn’t help but pity her sometimes. A normal teenage would be excited about bout going to the next party, not learning a new language. Kylie had no friends and even less of a life. According to Sparks, Kylie would completely disagree.

“Ma’am, do you ever think about giving up your project? I mean to do something else. Perhaps to gather some friends round for a party, huh?” Sparks asked, daring to be unkind.

“I do sometimes, but not for that reason. I mostly want to give up so that I can spend some time on some less worthwhile tasks, like studying politics. I also know that you were trying to make a hint at my lack of friends, I could care no less about such meaningless things.” Kylie answered with great authority. Sparks knew where she stood in relation to Kylie and wasn’t even likely to give up trying.

“But Ma’am. I think you know as well as I that friends can help you along the path of life. And they can help you with your line of work also.” Sparks answered. Kylie laughed unconvincingly.

“Friends just ruin your life. They have no good impact. I would much rather prefer to be a loner. I would also rather prefer that you didn’t start your sentences with conjunctions, it is quite annoying.”

“It is proper English though. It’s perfect, you know that. You just want to get on my back for teasing you, but you don’t have the guts.” Said Sparks, smiling at her employer eagerly. Kylie’s face went red with rage.

“I can’t believe you! You know why I have no friends!” said Kylie her eyes brimming with tears.

“Yes, I do. You isolate yourself and work on impossible and almost life threatening tasks.”

Replied Sparks.

“No! Nobody wants me, Sparks. Nobody needs an intelligent, annoying and boring friend. Most of all, Sparks, NOBODY wants an Archer.”  The room fell silent. The atmosphere was thick and the apprehension was building in Sparks’ chest.

“You are not your father. You can change what it means to be an Archer, but the truth is, Kylie, that you don’t give a fuck. You’d rather be rich than happy.” She looked at Kylie. Kylie hid her face between her knees. All Sparks could assume was that her employer felt faint.

“Ma’am, are you OK?” Sparks asked. The next thing to be heard was the soft sobbing coming from the raven haired girl, surprised Sparks knelt down beside her employer’s chair.

“Kylie…” she whispered softly, putting a gentle hand on Kylie’s shoulder. Kylie looked up for a moment, the tears streaming down her face. She took the bodyguards hand in her own.

“You’re the closest thing I have to a friend.” She whispered before putting the woman’s hand down and resuming her previous action. Sparks moved towards the door, leaving to give Kylie some time to snap out of it.

 

Kylie sobbed. It was true. She had no friends because she isolated herself, but before she had started all of that everyone had laughed at her. She was getting so used to it but it still hurt some of the time, but one time in particular. A boy in her class had called her over as though to talk to her and slapped her in the face and called her a prostitute, and at ten years old that was something to cry over, but it wasn’t the fact he had called her a prostitute it was the fact that he knew that her mother was one. The boy’s father was a frequent customer.  Kylie finally finished crying and sat back up. She smiled. How kind Sparks had been to leave her to be on her own, but they had so much work to do.

“Sparks!” Kylie shouted, her voice raw and full of determination.  She heard Sparks bolt from the next room.

“Yes, ma’am.” Sparks replied. Kylie gave the athletic woman a smile that demanded attention.

“Are you feeling…logically minded?” she said, in a flawless sarcastic tone.

Sparks smiled; it was good to see her employer was alright.

“Ready when you are.”  Kylie smiled.

“Good.” Kylie lay before Sparks what appeared to be a picture puzzle. This confused Sparks but she didn’t dare to ask.

“I need you to put the pieces in a particular order.” said Kylie.

“Well duh! That’s what you do with jigsaws isn’t it?” Sparks said rolling her eyes. Kylie winced. Ok, she thought, I just walked right into that one.

“Well, I need you to put the characters into a particular order, then. This order.” said Kylie, resolving her status of genius and pointing to a hand drawn diagram which, although was messily drawn, was perfectly understandable. Sparks looked at her employer.

“Why do you need me to do this?” she asked.

“It’ll speed things up a little, don’t you think?” asked Kylie, almost demanding an answer.

“Yes, it will, ma’am. Why does it need to be speedy?” asked Sparks, a little hesitant of the answer.

“I like speed, Sparks. It makes me confident.” Yeah, thought Sparks, you really think I’ll fall for that. Kylie could almost tell what Sparks was thinking, but she refused to tell her employee.

“So, does this look simple?”

“Yes, Kylie.”

“Good, then let’s begin.”