Halo (Currently on Hold)

~ Chapter Two ~

Juliet's point of view:

I was born in Southeast London in the year 1922 on October twelfth. I was not quite eighteen. I have a father and I had a mother, but she died when I was all of five years old. Their names are Lawrence and Katherine Rennoll. I'm an only child, but I would have had a brother if him and my mother hadn't died when she gave birth to him. It was a heart wrenching couple of years as my father and I had to succumb to it. But eventually we managed and became happy once again, together.

My father and I lived happily even when the war started. We were part of a prestigious Jewish family that maintained their wealth mostly in universities and colleges. My father was an esteemed president of Oxford university, which granted us to live in a wonderful and extravagant home. That was how he met my mother, she was a teacher there at the time when he had only just become president. They fell deeply in love, and were together for seven years before she died giving birth to my brother. It was sad, because I didn't know if my father would ever find a similar love again. Still, he would always have me, I never planned on leaving his life.

My schooling took place at my home until the beginning of this summer. My father hired private tutors and allowed me top of the line high school education. When June of this year came along, I finished high school. Now I would see about university, probably Oxford, no doubt. I considered attending classes that taught teaching. I could teach English or French, two languages I spoke fluently. I also took time to learn Spanish from the tutor my father hired for me when I was all of fourteen years old. It took four years of dedication, but I finally managed to learn it fluently. I was also inclined to speak Polish as well, but it was the least good out of all my languages.

My father was the bilingual one. He spoke his native English, obviously. But he also knew the dialects of French, Spanish, German and Italian. This came with Hebrew as well, which I also knew since my religion required us to know it. My father knew all these languages because when he was growing up his family moved from place to place all the time. He hoped to learn Egyptian hieroglyphs before he was an old man, and I was sure there were others. Needless to say, I came from a very intelligent family that made a lot of money. I had an inheritance, although I did not know how much. I wasn't allowed to know the amount until my eighteenth birthday, which was about a month from now.

As of now, I was in Brighton with my aunt and uncle, along with my two cousins, Miri and Elizabeth. Miri was my age and Elizabeth was fifteen. Both of them had thin, straight blonde hair the same colour as my own, although mine was thicker and if I didn't brush it down it curled in an ocean of uncontrollable ringlets. My cousins were the only girls I spent my time with, seeing as they were the only ones I typically got along with. I didn't see many others, since my schooling took place at home and not in public.

Miri was about five foot five, with her hair usually stuck in a tight ponytail on the back of her head. Her eyes were a deep brown that almost seemed black if it weren't for the contrast of her pupils. Her skin was tan, so tan some people mistook her for being Spanish, even though no one from her family had been born in Spain. She did speak the language though. Everyone had to speak one language in our family aside from English. Most of us chose to learn Spanish or French because they seemed to be the easiest. I chose to learn more after because I enjoyed it. Miri knew English and Spanish, that's it.

Elizabeth looked similar to Miri, but her eyes were a pale, bright grey and her hair was shorter. Elizabeth was a little smaller, about my height of five foot three. This was mostly because she wasn't quite done growing yet and I was sure she would spring up a couple inches before she was seventeen. You could either find Elizabeth laughing with her sister or flirting with the British soldiers on their nights off. We did this while we were in Brighton for most nights. I was going home after today, and it was our last night to go out.