THE RAIN OF BLOSSOMS

Prologue : The Garden Of Blossoms

_-Janice

I am writing this as a note to myself with reminders to stop cramming paper and get a proper journal. Which I will as soon as my social life returns and I am allowed to go out in the open. For now I would consider myself no other than a prisoner. The place where I currently am, its called the garden of blossoms. A local garden in our community. This note, oh well its an attempt for me to let out some steam. I have been having a lot lately in my head and wanted to blow it off, so Kudos to the classic paper and pen move.
we should probably start this rant with a bit of a backstory origins so
Lets actually start with this place.

The garden of blossoms was the place where I grew up. The childhood during which I captured butterflies and picked roses in wooden baskets. The childhood during which I was free and unbound. Free to laugh, to love and to write my heart out in the million notebooks that took space in my room. The childhood before my father decided to pick out my destiny for me. I still remember the day vividly in my head. Graduation ceremony, middle school. Getting my diploma and chatting around with my friends when strawberry blonde and sweet smelling miss honey totally smothered by my elegant, formal of a father had suggested that I have a potential in the writing world. My school paper novel moons of dynamite had won first prize in literacy fiction for the school magazine. The 13 year old me was super proud and surprised of herself, wanting a nudge to how good she did, instead got a mere pat on the back.
My father explained to miss honey that even though my excellence was beyond measure when it came to language and literature, it was nothing but a part time occupation. My life was already sorted out. I was to be a lawyer and gain a position at fathers firm one day to carry his legacy. Just like my older brother did.
The 13 year old me had the worst summer of her life. For she knew that aside from numerous experiences and teen drama in high school. Waiting for her ahead was a misery she was being forced into. As I walked past the gardens stone pavement today I reflected upon life. How happiness had merely touched me since all those years. I am 25 now and I am in law school with a 3.0 GPA. Soon in a few years I was to go abroad for my masters to London just like josh had gone. My entire high school was under the wasp of thick bounded books filled with laws throughout the ages. I once tried to skip studying and crammed an exam on which I had merely just gotten a B which is still considered a decent grade in my book. Father was furious. We had a meeting that night in his office and he told me that being a lawyer is a dream many want but only a few can achieve and I was inherited with the opportunity. It was according to him my goal in life and if I did not step up my game I would loose balance and divulge upon the wrong path. I tried to reason with him multiple times by bringing around the topic of my interest in becoming an author. How I had many stories which could be refined and published and How I still have the passion for more. Nope. All of this just made him laugh. He nodded and said that it was fine that I loved to write and all and perusing it now and then was an amazing attribute but for now I needed to focus on my studying otherwise I would fall downhill. A latter part of this time period I began to believe him. Or lets just say josh came back and I was super inspired by him.
All my life I had been living under the shadow of my older brother. Josh. He was my father's first born and his legacy since birth. My father was obsessed with the idea of having a heir to his throne.

Josh was no more than 10 when his position as a head lawyer in the company was announced. Apparently father had all the contacts settled in and ready for him.
Middle school josh wasn't much of a work to do. Unlike me, he was always sorted on the nerdy side of the family.
Josh easily completed high school with highest of scores ( the highest in his year apparently) and an outstanding 3.6 Gpa in college. He went off to London to pursue masters in llb.
I was next in line and ever since josh had came home, I have to admit regardless of the mental trauma I have been suffering. His life there actually motivated me.
"hey sis." he would greet me everyday when I would return from high school. Sitting in his brand new sports car ( a present dad got him for his graduation) waiting to take me out. Vanilla icecream, our main go to ever since we were kids. It was our thing.
Josh would show me pictures and tell stories of my favorite place in the entire world. The birthplace of classic literature and language. Great Britain.
It was my dream city to live in and my delusional mind for a few years just grasped and accepted studying just so that I could reach London and live out my dream life. (at the magnificent libraries and iconic publishing sectors not immersed in a classroom with boring laws upon the board but I didn't really mention that to father mostly)
I ended high school with not relatively good marks as josh but acceptable enough to get me into a good law school for bachelors.
That's when the real trouble began. The first day that I walk though the doors of the university of west los angels I was already hidden in a shell because the competition was screaming beyond the walls. The course allocations, the syllabus and requirements to follow were beyond measure unbearable.
My head strained and my heart felt like it was going to sink into a hole. Not only was I forcefully pushed against the wall for a degree I didn't want to pursue, I barely ever had any time to write and my passion was then stolen from me. Even when I would be free my brain would be way too exhausted to even make up words to write.
So after many tantrums and late night crying I accepted that my life was going to be a formal suit, briefcase, and a whole lot of debating.
The reason I was in the garden of blossoms today was because I needed some peace of mind.
We had a client and an important one.
A senior politician in our state having a high regard post had contacted my father for certain affairs and had in mind to hire a lawyer for his pursuits. Of course the opportunity was tremendous. Josh was even bought a new coat, tie and shoes for the occasion followed by a free polish of his new sports car he would take there. Father wanted both of his children to be present up front as this was his biggest client yet and a formal occasion indeed for ties were to be made.
I tried to debate that I had assignments to complete but it was dead set that I was going.
So in the rushed hours of the day while father was torturing Vanessa our maid, with specific instructions on how to dry clean and iron his and josh's suit, I escaped.
Its only been like 30 minutes and the anticipation of returning through those walls is killing me.
The meeting is going to bound me to this career. If father introduces his only daughter as an aspiring law student like his son, indeed proposals like " she will one day take a good position in this company." would come and that is the least of what I currently want.

My phone beeps distracting me from my writing. It's a text.
Of course.. Perfect timing.. Its dad

"where are you?."
"umm..bathroom."
"nice try, wherever you are get home now! We need to leave in 30 minutes."
"how about 40?."
"Janice!."
"alright, alright jeez." I slightly laugh, "coming in 5."
I seize the pen again and continue writing

You are probably thinking, girl your dad is a control freak.
Well yes he is,but aside form that, the best dad in the world. He always has been.
His busy schedules and pressure upon both of us is a way of escape and betterment .
A way of escape that we all desperately need one way or another. My father mostly, And all my life aside from the misery and rebellions. I have accepted that.
And always plan too because I can understand him.
For me, thats the highest level any kid can reach when it comes to their parents.
_-

We were seated into our vehicles by 4 :30 , dinner was at 6:00 but father wanted to be early. He was already mad at me for sneaking of to the garden again so I didn't push my luck by arguing.
I already had a mental breakdown on a piece of mere paper after ages. I honestly did not have room for another one.
Josh rode his sports car, tom our butler drove our rolls Royce with father and me at the back.
The distance was afar so I got a miniature prep speech from my dad on the way. On which I totally did not make too many sarcastic jokes that left us laughing like 12 year olds but well. By the time we arrived at a guarded entrance to what looked like a gigantic city we were both in a very decent mood.
Tom showed the guard our identification and he guard bowed to my father upon seeing him
Of course.. The damn courtesy.
Off we were to make a formal family friend within the neatly craved pavements and scenic attractions ahead.