Sereine

Chapter 2: beginning...?

I was awoken by the sound of crows outside the window. I checked the calendar to see that it was my birthday, it's nothing too special, I don't celebrate that often.

"Sierra!" the voice of a distressed woman called out to me with an extremely angry tone. Of course, she once again calls me by my old name, I hate her.

"SIERRA!" she yelled once more before busting the shed door open, yes, I live in a shed. What do you expect from a 17 year old who was randomly dropped off at a miserable village in London without family or friends and not a single penny.

"I heard you the first time." I replied with quite an annoyed tone.

"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU ANSWER MY CALL!" Her voice is very annoying but I've learnt to deal with it. She has quite a strong accent so it's hard to understand her blabbering most of the time. However, I prefer it that way.

"I was busy, sorry. I won't do it again." As much as I dislike her, I have to show respect because I'm quite literally living in her property.

"YOU BETTER NOT!" she says throwing a basket of clothes at me.

"These better be washed when I get home. If you somehow forget then no food for the whole day!" She said slamming the door behind her. I honestly don't mind not getting food from her the whole day, I have my own food I've been keeping for emergencies, not to mention she's shit at cooking.
I don't want to eat my food just yet so I have no choice but to wash the clothes, she likes to torture me by making me wash thick and heavy clothes.

Clothes are washed, plates are washed, and plants are watered. I've done everything she could possibly ask me to do next, wouldn't want to hear her talk once more. Since I've got free time the whole day today, I figured I might as well do more studying. My dream is to study where the higher people are, I wanna study with the elites. So I wanna work hard, I want to achieve what I said I would. I will do anything to get out of this fucking place.

Just as I thought she wouldn't have anything to bother my studies with, this bitch comes up to me telling me to clean the attic, wow. Not complaining though, the attic is quite nice honestly, one light is enough to light the whole room. there's a single window, I can see a lot from here, it's nice, it gives me motives to write. It's quite weird how I somehow enjoy cleaning the attic. So many boxes filled with old stuff, I'm taking some of these stuff, I doubt she'd even notice.

"The Human Anatomy and it's purposes: a guide for new health care professionals" Human Anatomy book for professionals? New but professional? that doesn't make any sense to me... huh, it's a book filled with drawings of naked human skin and each page is talking about a completely different part... It's... Astonishing.