Adolescence in the Year 1930. ♥

Chapter one. ♥

----- Okay, weird fact; This story came to me not many night ago before typing the beginning the next day, whilst I was sitting on my bed. I was about to fall asleep as well. Heh. Quite funny. So I decided to go along with it even though I throughly know that I suck at writing stories that are based on the past. I'll try my best though. I'm so proud of myself hah! I mean, it just came to me! How amazing is that? ... I think I'm sorta over-reacting but that's what excitement usually does to you.  ;DD

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Adolescence in the Year 1930. 

Chapter one.  ♥

The clouds from the outside world engulfed the peaceful nature near my window. Usually, the sun would settle behind the trees that faced west but not tonight. Tonight it didn't. Tonight brought with it an eerie atmosphere that caused me to shiver to my very core. I looked at my bedside, only to notice that it was almost 11.45 hundred hours yet my eyelids were still wide awake and reminding me of past events. I was then suddenly shaken by the violent winds that roared from outside, a result of the vicious down-pour of the rain. This wasn't the first time that my dark chamber has undergone strange winds from outside. Occasionally, I would hide under the security of my double laden sheets that mother insisted on weekly washing for me. They were strangely comforting as I would also bring a selection of books with me for enlightenment. Through the storm...

Anyway, it was on days such as these that caused me to really reflect on my life.

Life itself was gradually and faithfully changing. Some moments, I believed time was jumping. skipping seconds, valuable minutes and memorable hours.

It was two weeks before the summer that Father and Mother introduced me to our neighbors. The Gregors. The previous neighbors had relocated due to a larger extended family elsewhere. They preferred to be in close-contact with them rather than live far away from each other and not be a part of each others lives. To be honest, I found this quite a marvelous idea when I first heard about it, but then again my whole family has always been close together. There are various advantages to this, except when something unacceptable occurs. Something such as, I'll use Cousin Meredith as an example. She married outside the will of Mother and Father. They had found her the so called - ''Perfect Husband'' - Sir Davidson Mortimer, for her future. Instead, bare in mind that Cousin Meredith has always been rebellious, she found herself a bar tender and they eloped. When the news traveled across town, Mother almost poured her tea up her own nostrils while Father bite his tongue. It was a family outrage that couldn't be reversed as a result of her ignorance.

Cousin Meredith now has three boys. All of which are delinquents. No surprise there. Her husband never seemed one to hold authority over those inferior to him meaning that he never taught the boys well. Meredith refused for them to attend a public school like the rest of their friends. This just aroused yet more arguments between her and and my parents. Her parents weren't concerned about what she did with her life and she grew up in vanity though, they are good people. They're still around you know. Lived quite long. Even though she's never bothered herself, to obtain an education, she's a good Cousin to talk to and I love her for that. 

My attention is drawn to the letter that Mother had recently placed at the end of my bed one afternoon. It had come sealed and had my family's name in careful printed-on italics. Of course, letters such as this one could only mean one thing. A requested Visitation towards Father and Mother's long-time friends. And yes it was. Sir Sherman and his wife had written saying that it'd been a long time since we'd been in touch. He was right, the last time I remember visiting them was when I was 10. As previous visitations, we had tea, later accompanied by a main course and desert. Secret family recipe that Lady Sherman experimented with quite a few years back and has never told the youngsters within the family of her generation. Sir Sherman protested against this, stating that all the girls should know about such a delicious meal, in preparation for their futures as wives but failed miserably. The duck meat truly was delicious.

Their oldest son Bruce, was 13 at the time and their youngest, Byron, was 12 with fair hair unlike Bruce who had his dark hair that he always run his hands through.

"I've written back to Sherman. We must go immediately, at least after the storms settle down a little, otherwise the wagons'll go flying. They're expecting us there by Monday." Father had mentioned over dinner.

"It surely has been a long time. You know, I've never stopped thinking about them."

"Aye, no. They are good people." Father laughed picking up his cup of wine. 

"What time do we leave, father?" Graham asked forking his sausage.

"Mhm. Son, as soon as the sun rises."

"And behave yourself Catherine. No running away to places you don't recognize." Mother added, laughing and joking.

"I do know the place mother."

"But it has been a while since we were there."

"And their house is vast."

Father put down his cup as his eyes widened. "Yes son, but not as big as ours."

At the mention of this, Mother smirked and I tried to hold in my laughter as Graham gasped.

I should have probably gotten some rested by now, but the winds outside were disturbing me terribly. I just hoped I wouldn't be too tired the next morning otherwise, I wouldn't look so presentable the next morning. Baring in mind, we were going to leave just as the sun was rising, in all hopes of arriving early. I did have a tendency of becoming sick on trips. If I remember correctly, there was a time when Graham told me to stick my head out and sniff my armpits. Apparently it got rid of the vomiting feeling. I refused to do this. Wasn't too lady-like. Just thinking about it was making my head hurt at that very moment.

Carefully placing the letter and in its envelope, inside the cabinet closest to my bed, I blow out the dim candle and rest my head. It's a good thing that I had already packed otherwise I'd be rushing around the next morning, which I resent.