Chapter 2
August, 2000
I have always been alone so I am use to being lonely.
At Fosters I \always see kids come and go. Seeing kids looking so happy because they have found a home, I so longed to hold the hand of a new mother and father to take me away but I never even got the chance at least to look at couples as they walked in.
Ms. Thompson with her disgustingly greasy face, once told me that when people came that I was to hide because my ugly face and bad manners would scare off the parents and I would ruin it for the other kids.
She berkata that she would do anything to get rid of me. Even though I didn’t think that I had bad manners, I didn’t know if I was ugly atau not. So whenever a couple came looking for a child Ms. Thompson would always hurry me into a room upstairs where I would look out at the child that had found their new family.
One hari when I was nine I ran into a young couple who were on their way out. Obviously they had not found a child that would fill the angkasa in their hearts, but as they looked at me the woman looked at her husband and started to cry but she looked so happy, and the man smiled and walked over to me.
“You are the most beautiful child I have seen in my life, what is your name sweetie.”
I didn’t want to say anything because I thought my bad manners would scare them away so I took off running up the stairs to the room I usually hid in and looked out the window awaiting the couple’s departure. As I looked out the window I heard footsteps coming up the hall.
“I’m quite sure she came this way Ms. Thompson.”
“Mr. Collins, I assure anda that there is no child of that huraian here at Fosters, now if anda would pleas— “
“No, we saw the child plan as day, big green eyes, long curly blond hair, we couldn’t make her up, she’s a beauty, the child we have been looking for, waiting for, we want to take her utama with us today to make her ours. We don’t understand why she just ran off like that without saying anything.”
My hati, tengah-tengah stopped for a moment, a couple wanted me? I they didn’t think I was ugly and wanted to take me home.
I jumped to my feet and rushed to the door.
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As I woke the seterusnya morning it was like waking up in heaven.
I had never slept in my own room; I always slept in the beds with younger children. I felt so energetic; I had a good night’s sleep with a full stomach of mysterious bread, and a nice hot bath, undisturbed, with a big comfy bed.
I jumped out of katil and ran to the curtains and threw them open letting the warm winter sun shine on me. I ran out to the hall and into the big living room and ripped open all of the heavy curtains and watched as the room glowed beautifully on all of its glass antiques on the shelves. I was in a wonderland, and it was all mine.
I never would have thought that I would experience a hari like this in my life.
Admiring all the artwork on the dinding I glance up at a portrait over the marble fireplace.
‘Margaret Rozette’, the picture berkata on the title.
Is this my great aunt?
The portrait looked as if it was painted in the mid 1800’s atau later.
The woman was breathtaking, a true natural beauty, and she looked as if she was in her mid 30’s, with long curly brown hair. The color of her eyes were lavender and beautiful.
I’ve never seen purple eyes before.
Her smile was so warming and loving just staring at me.
She looks nothing like the crazy aunt that I had imagined. Just looking at her picture I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I had never seen this woman, yet met her.
I felt tears coming to my eyes and they just fell. I wiped them away staring in disbelief at the tears on my hand. I would not believe they were my tears if I didn’t see them. Why was I crying?
Looking back at the portrait made the pain in my chest throb more. I don’t understand.
Why do I loved and missed her, this woman, so much and I don’t even know her.
I have to find out lebih about my Aunt Margaret.
I breezed through the mansion in what seemed to be hours, opening curtains and doors letting the sun pour in. The house, my house could not be a dark and gloomy one.
I Lost count of how many rooms I entered and which floor I was on because the farther I went I couldn’t tell if I was going up stairs atau down.
I roamed deeper and deeper into my new utama and yet there never seemed to be an end?
Countless bathrooms, bedrooms, and libraries, all fully furnished.
Coming out of a room filled with wine I ran into a set of huge golden double doors.
Where could theses lead to? I opened them curiously.
I stood in a small courtyard.
I looked across the tables and chairs and to my amazement; I saw an entire saat house.
This house never stopped.
I ran through the cold to the saat house. I entered the house and walked down the hall.
It was identical to the first house and the rooms were completely the same.
I was smart enough to never leave a curtain closed going down the hall, because that showed me if I had been there atau not.
My stomach was now killing me.
It seems to now be around 5 o’clock and the sun was about to start setting. I hadn’t eaten anything.
I was tired and hungry.
I was at the end of a hall and open the last two curtains; I open a door to a room and plopped right on the bed.
The drowsiness seemed to just pull me in.
I should just rest a little and then find my way out to eat later.
Before my eyes completely closed I thought ‘I must be like Goldie Locks, sleeping in someone else’s bed’.
I dozed off with a laugh.
What was that!
I look around droopy and confused. It took a while for me to remember that I took a nap in an abandoned room in the mansion.
But something just woke me? A loud sound woke me?
I looked over to see out the window but the curtains were shut.
I thought I opened the ones in this bedroom?
It doesn’t matter because definitely remember opening the ones outside the door.
I got up feeling the hunger even stronger in my stomach.
I walked to the window and saw that it was pitch black.
How long did I sleep?
I headed out to the hall.
As I walked down the hall I froze in my path.
I did open all the curtains didn’t I? Why are all of them closed?
I looked up and down the hall, and every curtain was closed. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, I grabbed the menyeberang, cross around my neck.
Who closed the curtains? I know I opened them because that’s the reason that I am here but why are they closed now.
Without thinking I started sprinting down the halls, turning corners, and leaping down stairs.
Closed, closed, closed, every curtain is closed, I know that I am definitely not crazy, I opened every window!
I have to get out of this house NOW!
I just need to find out how to get out?
Soon I realized that I was Lost and also not even that fact has slowed me down. I was still running and I saw big double doors ahead of me. They don’t look familiar, but I burst through them anyway.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
“Well, now may I say that it is such a pleasure to finally meet anda again, my beautiful Taylor. You’re just as lovely as your aunt.”
Fright stopped my hati, tengah-tengah completely. My legs gave out and I was now on the floor. I felt as I slowly Lost consciousness.
The last thing I remember are cold hands lifting me and carrying me out the room.
August, 2000
I have always been alone so I am use to being lonely.
At Fosters I \always see kids come and go. Seeing kids looking so happy because they have found a home, I so longed to hold the hand of a new mother and father to take me away but I never even got the chance at least to look at couples as they walked in.
Ms. Thompson with her disgustingly greasy face, once told me that when people came that I was to hide because my ugly face and bad manners would scare off the parents and I would ruin it for the other kids.
She berkata that she would do anything to get rid of me. Even though I didn’t think that I had bad manners, I didn’t know if I was ugly atau not. So whenever a couple came looking for a child Ms. Thompson would always hurry me into a room upstairs where I would look out at the child that had found their new family.
One hari when I was nine I ran into a young couple who were on their way out. Obviously they had not found a child that would fill the angkasa in their hearts, but as they looked at me the woman looked at her husband and started to cry but she looked so happy, and the man smiled and walked over to me.
“You are the most beautiful child I have seen in my life, what is your name sweetie.”
I didn’t want to say anything because I thought my bad manners would scare them away so I took off running up the stairs to the room I usually hid in and looked out the window awaiting the couple’s departure. As I looked out the window I heard footsteps coming up the hall.
“I’m quite sure she came this way Ms. Thompson.”
“Mr. Collins, I assure anda that there is no child of that huraian here at Fosters, now if anda would pleas— “
“No, we saw the child plan as day, big green eyes, long curly blond hair, we couldn’t make her up, she’s a beauty, the child we have been looking for, waiting for, we want to take her utama with us today to make her ours. We don’t understand why she just ran off like that without saying anything.”
My hati, tengah-tengah stopped for a moment, a couple wanted me? I they didn’t think I was ugly and wanted to take me home.
I jumped to my feet and rushed to the door.
†††††††††
As I woke the seterusnya morning it was like waking up in heaven.
I had never slept in my own room; I always slept in the beds with younger children. I felt so energetic; I had a good night’s sleep with a full stomach of mysterious bread, and a nice hot bath, undisturbed, with a big comfy bed.
I jumped out of katil and ran to the curtains and threw them open letting the warm winter sun shine on me. I ran out to the hall and into the big living room and ripped open all of the heavy curtains and watched as the room glowed beautifully on all of its glass antiques on the shelves. I was in a wonderland, and it was all mine.
I never would have thought that I would experience a hari like this in my life.
Admiring all the artwork on the dinding I glance up at a portrait over the marble fireplace.
‘Margaret Rozette’, the picture berkata on the title.
Is this my great aunt?
The portrait looked as if it was painted in the mid 1800’s atau later.
The woman was breathtaking, a true natural beauty, and she looked as if she was in her mid 30’s, with long curly brown hair. The color of her eyes were lavender and beautiful.
I’ve never seen purple eyes before.
Her smile was so warming and loving just staring at me.
She looks nothing like the crazy aunt that I had imagined. Just looking at her picture I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I had never seen this woman, yet met her.
I felt tears coming to my eyes and they just fell. I wiped them away staring in disbelief at the tears on my hand. I would not believe they were my tears if I didn’t see them. Why was I crying?
Looking back at the portrait made the pain in my chest throb more. I don’t understand.
Why do I loved and missed her, this woman, so much and I don’t even know her.
I have to find out lebih about my Aunt Margaret.
I breezed through the mansion in what seemed to be hours, opening curtains and doors letting the sun pour in. The house, my house could not be a dark and gloomy one.
I Lost count of how many rooms I entered and which floor I was on because the farther I went I couldn’t tell if I was going up stairs atau down.
I roamed deeper and deeper into my new utama and yet there never seemed to be an end?
Countless bathrooms, bedrooms, and libraries, all fully furnished.
Coming out of a room filled with wine I ran into a set of huge golden double doors.
Where could theses lead to? I opened them curiously.
I stood in a small courtyard.
I looked across the tables and chairs and to my amazement; I saw an entire saat house.
This house never stopped.
I ran through the cold to the saat house. I entered the house and walked down the hall.
It was identical to the first house and the rooms were completely the same.
I was smart enough to never leave a curtain closed going down the hall, because that showed me if I had been there atau not.
My stomach was now killing me.
It seems to now be around 5 o’clock and the sun was about to start setting. I hadn’t eaten anything.
I was tired and hungry.
I was at the end of a hall and open the last two curtains; I open a door to a room and plopped right on the bed.
The drowsiness seemed to just pull me in.
I should just rest a little and then find my way out to eat later.
Before my eyes completely closed I thought ‘I must be like Goldie Locks, sleeping in someone else’s bed’.
I dozed off with a laugh.
What was that!
I look around droopy and confused. It took a while for me to remember that I took a nap in an abandoned room in the mansion.
But something just woke me? A loud sound woke me?
I looked over to see out the window but the curtains were shut.
I thought I opened the ones in this bedroom?
It doesn’t matter because definitely remember opening the ones outside the door.
I got up feeling the hunger even stronger in my stomach.
I walked to the window and saw that it was pitch black.
How long did I sleep?
I headed out to the hall.
As I walked down the hall I froze in my path.
I did open all the curtains didn’t I? Why are all of them closed?
I looked up and down the hall, and every curtain was closed. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, I grabbed the menyeberang, cross around my neck.
Who closed the curtains? I know I opened them because that’s the reason that I am here but why are they closed now.
Without thinking I started sprinting down the halls, turning corners, and leaping down stairs.
Closed, closed, closed, every curtain is closed, I know that I am definitely not crazy, I opened every window!
I have to get out of this house NOW!
I just need to find out how to get out?
Soon I realized that I was Lost and also not even that fact has slowed me down. I was still running and I saw big double doors ahead of me. They don’t look familiar, but I burst through them anyway.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
“Well, now may I say that it is such a pleasure to finally meet anda again, my beautiful Taylor. You’re just as lovely as your aunt.”
Fright stopped my hati, tengah-tengah completely. My legs gave out and I was now on the floor. I felt as I slowly Lost consciousness.
The last thing I remember are cold hands lifting me and carrying me out the room.