Mr Hopp's Playhouse 2 Esther Novels & Stories

Abigail said. Just as everything seemed perfect, a sleepy voice interrupted, "Am I in the wrong room?" Esther had just woken up to use the washroom. When she reached the door, she saw them acting all lovey-dovey. Thinking she was in the wrong place, she turned to leave but then stopped and came back. "No, wait. This is the washroom." "What are you doing in the washroom?" Xander asked. Esther looked at him like he was silly. "What do you think? I need to use the washroom. What else would I be doing here, getting a drink of water?"

Her lips curled into a pout, but her eyes burned with frustration. “This house is too small, Farkas,” she stated, her voice carrying that high-pitched sharpness that always signalled an argument brewing. “I have tolerated it long enough. It doesn’t suit me, and it certainly doesn’t reflect my status.” I sighed, already weary of this conversation. “Esther, we’ve been through this. It’s a perfectly fine house—” “For peasants, maybe!” she interrupted, throwing her hands up. “I refuse to live like this! Either your parents buy us a bigger house, or they move out. I can’t take it anymore!”

Esther guessed it! ***

How did Jason not even twitch? As we passed the ‘Lancaster: 5 miles’ sign, Jason commented, “So Esther wants to see you sooner rather than later. She was worried about you. Y’know. For Esther.” I grunted at that. Esther began her human life somewhere in Eastern Europe and sometime in the sixteenth century — and it showed. She was a strong proponent of the sink or swim school of management. “She’ll have to wait until Laurie sees a doctor and gets settled in at home.”

Esther frantically shook her head, screaming, "You’ve got to be kidding! All these years? The mansion I’ve been living in? The luxury cars I’ve been riding in? They can’t be fake! It’s all real, right?" Tim’s voice trembled as he confessed, "It’s… all Mr. Jones’s…" My dad frowned in confusion. "I don’t remember giving you any of those things." Esther opened her mouth, about to say something, but Tim grabbed her arm. I couldn’t help but think how strange she was acting, like she genuinely believed she was the real heiress. Tim’s gaze darted nervously. "We… snuck into the house. Mr. Jones has many properties. It’s only normal that he forgot about one."

Mum says. ~•~•~ Esther's house is bigger than ours but not as big as James's. It has no gate and a roof patio which is quite uncommon. The knocker is the head of a bronze lion. I feel silly knocking on the door on a Saturday evening. She wasn't in school today for the gross anatomy test we had and I just wanted to check up on her. She would have done the same for me. But it isn't Esther who answers the door. It's Joseph.

John relaxes into his seat, defeated. The play resumes after ten minutes and announces a six-year jump in time. Estelle is back in town and she wants to take care of her father who has just broken his hip. It takes all of Eloise’s self-control to not leap off her seat and run to the stage when the next scene comes on. She is not alone, though. The entire audience gasp and scream at the sudden reveal; the same white-haired man is Estelle’s father.

She knows who I am, but she’s pretending not to, likely to hurt me. I can take that. I probably deserve it. “It’s me. Esther,” I say. “From the orphanage.” “Doesn’t ring a bell,” she says, and turns her attention toward the stage. We can only see part of it from here, but we can see enough to notice when Edward and Miles step away from their corners and out onto the main stage. The audience claps politely.

“Put this over your shoulders, and you will look perfect!” “I found this,” Esther said from a corner of the room. I turned my eyes to her position and saw that she was holding a pair of silhouettes. “I am going to look like a hooker, guys!” I cried out. “A very beautiful hooker who is going to rule this land. Come on, step into it,” Esther said, and Anna clapped her hands in agreement. Deep down, I knew I looked beautiful and if I had to be a hooker for Ryker then I would do it a million times over.

Steven told Mateo. Mateo pulled his eyebrows together, “Wait – if she passed away – who was he trying to reach? Her family?” He asked. “Esther didn’t have a family. She died alone in her house. Although, I did find something interesting. Esther had a child,” Steven told Mateo, making him go stiff. Mateo didn’t need to know anything else – he understood everything. He had the file open, but he slammed it shut and cursed loudly before he pushed the file back and angrily got on his feet.