You can't runaway forever

(01)- a beginning to it all

If you know me in real life, just never mention this, please.

The horizon darkens and the sun fades as the day comes to an end. Mary Ainsworth drags a hand along the dull blue, patterned wallpaper, as she walks down the hallway. She holds her old dress just above her feet so that she doesnt trip falling down the stairs. Mary makes her way toward the red velvety staircase that cascades along the side of the big, empty spaced house. The girl hears mumbles coming from just below the staircase and she leans over the gold, polished railing.

We cant possibly keep her here anymore, a tall slim man with slick black hair sighs. A short thin figure with dirty blonde hair put into a messy bun, ties an apron around their waist. I agree. Ill make arrangements for her to be gone by sundown tomorrow. Marys eyes fill with tears.

Surely theyre not talking about me. Are they? Her thoughts are interrupted when her father calls for her downstairs. She sits down in a wooden cushioned chair, thats cushioning matches the stairs.

Mary, dear, Im afraid youre going to boarding school. Her father says, cigar in one hand, newspaper in the other. Mary looks at her mother in disbelief, but her mother continues standing behind the door hiding from her husband. Mary sobs for a while, trying to make out sentences in between her short haze of breaths. She wipes her tear stained cheeks and she finally works up the courage to talk.

But father, thats not fair! she protests. Her father turns his attention over to Mary.

I dont care about what is fair for you. Its not fair on me to have to look after a delinquent like you! He scolds and finishes reading the section of the newspaper he was up to, before flipping the page loudly. Mary looks her mothers expression and rushes up the plush-lined staircase before her father could scold her. again.

The young girl pulled a torn leather suitcase down from the shelf of her small bedroom. She pauses for a moment before scanning the room and heading over to another bookshelf.

I hope theres a library wherever Im going. She collects a small pile of about five to six books and places them in the corner of the suitcase. Mary exits the room and enters a small bathroom, looking at herself in the reflection of a mirror. She ties her strawberry blonde hair into a neat ponytail, adjusting her clear glasses that sit on her round nose. Her green eyes match a tiny brooch that is placed just above her chest, her pale face covered in freckles.

The girl adjusts her corset and finishes packing her clothes and other significant items, not that there really was any. She uses the little strength in her tiny arms to drag the suitcase down the long flight of stairs. When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she notices that her father has finished his newspaper and is waiting for her at the bottom of the house. She was surprised that he was actually paying attention to her for once. He locks eyes with Mary and quickly paced his steps until he was out of the door. Mary follows behind, struggling to carry the weight of the suitcase.

The pair make their way towards a horse and carriage. Mary tries to place the suitcase as neatly as she could on the back of the cart as to not damage any of her books. She gets down off of the platform and rushes into her mothers arms for one last hug. Her mother hugged her back and Mary felt her slip something into her dress. She shrugged off the thought and heads over to her father for a hug goodbye. He shakes his head at her and puts his hand out for her to shake instead. Mary holds back tears of rejection and takes her place in the cart, leaving her fathers hand cold.

She looks back on the small house that gave her a lonely, endless childhood. I guess I can only rely on myself.

The horse begins to pick up some momentum and the scenery begins to turn into a blur. After what feels like an eternity, the horses stop quickly on their feet and Mary turns to see a large, square shaped building with a sign that reads melba boarding school . she begins to tensen up when she walks through the door alone. Mary makes her way through the broken glass doors and motions toward a service desk, her head just peering over the polished marble countertop. A small headed, short round woman wearing pointy glasses looks down at the girl.

You must be Mary! Come in, Come in. Theres so much to show you! Mary was shocked at how nice this lady was after just meeting her. She continues dragging her heavy suitcase down a long wooden corridor, the sunlight reflecting through windows that are along the walls. The lady stops at a largely spaced room, opening a large door with the number 119 inscribed on the door. Ruth, a tall lean girl, with rosy cheeks, hazel eyes and wavy brown hair, smirks at Mary, looking her up and down. The receptionist looks at the girls,

I better leave you two alone then, she smiles before closing the door on the pair. Mary smiles awkwardly, fiddling with her necklace and staring at the grey carpeted floor.

Well, are you going to come in? Ruth spoke softly, before running a hand through her long, dark hair. Marys head jolted up quickly as if shed been daydreaming. She clumsily hauled in her suitcase and placed it gently in the corner of the tiny room. Inside she noticed two neatly made single sized beds covered in deep blue fuzzy blankets. Mary opens her suitcase and sets aside the four books shed brought with her, onto the bed.

Oh Anne Of Green Gables! Ruth exclaimed, excitedly. I adore that book, she smiles.

Mary smiles, pressing the hardcovered book against her chest as if shes deep in thought, before she answers Ruth. Although Ruth never asked a question.

It truly is a beautiful piece of art, she beams in joy. Ruth nods her head and Mary continues unpacking her clothes into a large chest-of-drawers that Ruth said she could use earlier. Ruth sat with her legs crossed on the small but spacious bed. Mary smiles, a small amount of sparkle in her emerald eyes.

Ruth looks at a lime green coloured wrist-watch, eyeing the time.

Its 6 o clock, She murmurs before continuing her sentence. We should head to the dining hall, Mary nods, grabbing a scarf and closing the door behind the pair. Ruth walks off to the dining hall and Mary follows loosely behind, lost in her own thoughts. Wow. She really is pretty.