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early-morning alarms cried out in bedrooms; the sleepy inhabitants of Blackwater all opening their eyes and stumbling into their routines without question. As the populous heaved into motion, the birds soared over the skies and the sun’s infinite glare scorched over the rooftops as it did every day of the year. The island too was awake; the shopping malls opened their doors; the prison guards at the correctional facility ushered the prisoners around, and the industrial estates started their turbines and production belts; the city was officially and evidently alive. As eyes opened all over the city, the bright blue skies soared with gulls; the population greeted by the scorching morning rays and the blind smiles of the local radio stations.
    “Good morning, Blackwater City. You’re listening to Blackwater Radio Gold, it’s already seven-thirty here in the city, and the temperature has reached a sweltering ninety-five degrees as the record spring heat-wave continues all over Blackwater City! Clear blue skies today, with a slight wind coming from the South over the lake, with a Pollen count of one-five for you poor hay fever sufferers out there. As always, if you are affected by the pollen, you can grab Sinus-Seven free of charge, generously supplied by the Beaumont Corporation at your local Pharmacy. In other news, Philadelphia airport was closed for three hours yesterday, after an inbound flight from Thailand was reported to have had an outbreak of Swine-flu amongst its passengers. Mayor Beaumont has insisted that the outbreak bares no threat to Blackwater at all, saying…”
    Alex leant over and switched off the radio, groaning as the joyous newsreader poured his irritating smiles into her bedroom. A grumbling and tired young woman opened her eyes as the sun beamed through her giant majestic windows and forced her from her sleep cruelly. She got up and despite being tired and sick as a dog; she sat and watched a bit of television and that was as complicated as the day got.
    Alex that day, spent most of her time in her pyjamas, walking around her mansion looking for something to occupy her mind, which in all honesty, was pretty much the same as any day in the Beaumont household, slow and often mind numbing. She was suffering the worst hangover in history after turning twenty-one just the day before, and the surprise Birthday Ball made it all worth it. She lay on her bed for a while with her ice pack, snatching at partial memories and flashbacks the best she could, wondering if her father was going soft in his old age. As much as she enjoyed the night before, she couldn’t help but wonder why her father was suddenly throwing her parties, the first in her entire life that was not arranged by a friend or even herself.
    Was it a publicity stunt? Was it an apology for all those years of neglect?
    She sat flicking through the channels on the television, mumbling and groaning to herself as she normally did. As the stations jumped from one mediocre show to the next, she sighed and rubbed her aching head, grumbling dramatically as if death were just around the corner. Alex listened with amusement as the staff crept past her room, today being a hangover day, the workforce knew only too well that she was to be avoided and they generally steered well clear. But today was different, little did they know that she was in fact ecstatically happy; her father’s efforts the night before, hangover or not, brought a smile to her face she would remember for the rest of her life.
    It was commonly awkward for the staff to understand the relationship between her and her father; when they kicked off; silence within the staff often followed and left them feeling understandably uncomfortable as an immovable force was hit by an unstoppable force. Alex had invariably longed for the father and daughter relationship, but her father had different ideas and that just built up resentment; that fine line between love and hate was often stepped over,