She was standing there, on her own, no one there to stand beside her, unlike the early part of her life. No
parents no friends,
no-one at all. All that she owned was packed up into a few bags beside her. She is a young, pretty girl, long straight blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes, which
looked lost. A tear rolled down her face as she looked through groups of people searching for familiarity and assurance that some how everything would be all right, after all her troubles.
She was standing in front of a cast iron gate; an entrance to an old, dark gloomy building. There was a damp smell in the air and it was cold. The smog caused the sky to blacken. The winter trees lining the drive were standing like skeletons, swaying in the cold wind. She crossed her arms and held one book close to her heart, the one thing that she cherished more than anything in the world: her memories.
She used to be so happy, with so much to look forward to. She had had everything she needed in her life before, with the most caring
parents. She was an only child but she had never missed having a brother or sister. Now she wanted someone here beside her taking this new and horrible step in her life.
As she looked up at the building she saw hideous stone statues on the roof. She thought back to those distant comforting memories which seemed like a dream now.
She remembered her old life and knew… it could be no more.
Her mum was beautiful wearing gorgeous dresses in many colours which would fascinate her. She looked exactly like her mum, just as beautiful. Her dad was a tall man and very serious; her mum said that her daddy was only like that because of his job. She was just upset that she didn’t know what her daddy’s job was. She was never allowed to know and she never thought anything of it until now. “What was daddy’s business?” she asked her self out loud, “Did it contribute to what happened?”
She lived in a wonderful house with a farmer’s field near her which she loved to play in. In the spring, there would be an amazing tree which blossomed a beautiful pink. There were lambs as well, the smell was fresh, it was the smell of freedom. She had her own maid who looked after her when her mum accompanied her dad on business trips. When they left, her mum would always leave her locket and tell her she would be right back to get it.
Then, one time, they didn’t come back!
As the wind blew very forcefully she grasped the locket hanging around her neck on a fine, gold chain and held it. Another tear rolled down her cheek.
The one time in her life that she had been rude to her mother was just before she left. The only time that she had argued with her mother was the last time she ever saw her. How she wished that she could see her and tell her she was sorry. She didn’t mean all the nasty things that she had said. Or even just one last hug goodbye. But it was too late. You don’t know what you have until it’s gone. Now it has gone and she has nothing.
When her parents didn’t return from business when they were meant to, she began to panic. They would always be home on time or send a telegraph. As the weeks turned to months it changed from spring to winter when finally a telegraph came. Her parents had been found dead.
She was devastated and her whole life fell apart. If only their last memory was of her loving them instead of that one last argument. If only she could tell them how much she cared. But it was too late now.
Another tear rolled down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away with the sleeve of her coat. As soon as the funeral was over her aunt Marion, who always despised her, received all of her parent’s fortune and, much to her dismay, she was handed over with the other possessions. Landed on a family who didn’t want her any more than she wanted them, she was immediately rushed off to this dull boarding school.
She bent down and picked up her bags and took her first step towards this dark gloomy building. The first steps to her new life.