Artemisia

Avalon House

Well, I am utterly lost. That's right. I've said it. Someone who is not really directionally challenged has lost her way. But then again I have not utilized any sort of technology nor have I used any sort of map. So I would say that the mission failed successfully.

Regardless, I have a cellphone that I can use and hopefully has some sort of signal. Otherwise I would have to retrace my steps to get the hell out of here. Or you know there is a thing I have called the map of the school, but one has to know where the hell they are before using said map.

Anyway, I had a lot of time on my hands before I had to go back to the house. Nothing beats fresh air like this. Eventually, I would stumble upon a place that I am not allowed to be. But as of right now, I'm fine with looking at nature. Clear skies, lush greenery and in my peripherals, something that looks like a greenhouse. That was definitely out of place. Curiosity is getting the best out of me at this point. I couldn't help but sneak a peek. Maybe this is the place I am looking for. Would a typical person hide a grave in a greenhouse? I wonder.

The inside was beautiful as expected of a private boarding school a person has to pay for. Everything is funded by someone. However, I am a scholarship kid so someone is paying for me. I love free things. Anywho, there were flowers in bloom that weren't native species to Britain. It was a really fancy greenhouse. You could tell that someone put a lot of love and care into it.

A thought had occurred to me as I was walking around. What if I meet the love of my life here? Here I was losing myself in my imagination like always. I clasped my hands together just daydreaming. We would meet when the guy says "hey" (a clear and distinct voice calls out) and I turn around "hey" (again) and we make eye contact and boom instant connection. I smiled to myself a little bit. Of course we deny it at first but then we meet again a few more times and when he finally says my... "hey" (a loud voice reverberated).

I was shaken out of my wild imagination. I unclasped my hands and turned around to make eye contact with, well, what do you know, the boy that I met in the antique store. Mason was it?

There was no way I could mistake his facial features. Intelligent and gentle eyes that masked some sort of pain. He could quite possibly be thinking about everything at once or nothing at all. But this time it was clear to me what this boy was thinking. A look of annoyance was plastered all over his face.

At that point, I may have stumbled upon a place that I was not allowed to be in. He was dressed in all black today. Black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. A tattoo adorned his forearm. It was a blade with a thorny rose wrapped around it. However, there were traces of stab wounds around and above it. Hands were covered in dirt and he was holding a bouquet. Don't tell me that this boy is the gardener.

"What are you doing here?" Mason asked, clearly mad.

His attitude was completely different from when I first met him. I mean if I worked anywhere and someone trespassed, I would be pissed as hell. I mean I already got pissed when people would disregard closed signs and just come in after hours. Mason didn't necessarily have to get that pissed though. He has a right to tell me to leave if he worked here, but he should do so nicely at that. Although, I technically didn't do anything wrong in the sense that there was no sign and the door was open for me to come in. Honestly, there was no good reason for this boy to be mad at me.

"Well the door was ajar and that is obviously not good for the plants since they need to be kept at a certain temperature. And another thing, if I am trespassing, there is a certain protocall is there not? Therefore you should not just be yelling 'hey' at someone and actually use your words." I said getting rather annoyed at this predicament myself.