•DESTINED•

•Chapter Three•

"It's great!" I nearly scream. Excitement flossing through every cell in my body.

My room is quite big and comes with a bathroom. The walls are painted lilac.

Its beautiful. The bed is queen sized, the blankets are puffy and lilac as well, the two main cushions are lilac as well but the larger pillows are white as well as the small heart shaped pillow in the centre.

There's a white rug beside the bed and a spirch wood bedside table with a gorgeous lamp.

The stand looks like the body of a tree and the lampshade is made up of white  LED's.

The window on the wall that my bed is pressed up against provides me a view of the yards green grass and then the dark cobblestone that surrounds a magnificent pool; there are two poolside chairs on the far end with a table and an umbrella in-between them.

There's a matching spirch wood desk beside the bedroom door and a spirch wood cupboard with carved patterns on the doors.

I'm in LOVE.

"I thought you might like it," aunt Portia says.

"Its very nice. I'm so happy to be here," I say, giddy from my surroundings.

"Your mother seemed really stressed about your being here," aunt Portia said with a frown.

"No, no, it's not that," I say settling on the soft mattress of the bed, "she's just never been so far away from me for so long."

"Oh... I get it," aunt Portia's face lightens,  "I see you've already found the barn."

"Yeah, it's pretty cool," I say, reclining.

"I'll leave you to unpack and then i want you to fill me in on the latest," aunt Portia says, giving my shoulder a squeeze.

Alone.

Privacy.

The bedroom door clicks shut.

Silence.

Now what?

Mom left, looking worried. Looking as if she were about to die.

I quickly unpacked my clothes and shoved them into the cupboard as they were folded when I'd packed them into my suitcase.

I placed all my cosmetics on the desk and basically turned the room into my own.

I shoved my shoes under the cupboard and packed all my books on the bedside table for me to read later.

I bought them specially for this vacation.

My best friend, Quinn, bought me one of them though.

"I guess my girlfriend's a killer."

The book seems interesting but I really want to dive into it as soon as possible.

I quickly freshened up, trying to match aunt Portia's carefree posture and natural feel-good look.

I retied the pale blue ribbon around my  brown, wavy hair and then adjusted the button of my denim shorts just to make sure I looked good enough.

Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I gave my two strands of hair on either side of my face a final twist and walked out the room.

•••

Aunt Portia and I had one hell of an afternoon.

She showed me her garden that she called 'Eden.'

The garden was so inviting. Aunt Portia grew EVERYTHING in there.

From fruits to vegetables, from herbs to plants, from plants to flowers, from flowers to bushes and from bushes to masses of trees that took many years to grow.

Not a single dead leave.

She then took me down to the gallery where the computer and Wi-Fi was connected so I could contact my friends and still stay in touch with my normal life- as I mentioned.

I just wasn't allowed to stay in the gallery or go to the gallery later than 6p.m.

That's not a problem at all.

She also showed me to the horse stables which is quite a distance away. There's another Manor close to the horse stables which actually shocked me because I felt so good being far away from other people rather than being around people all the time.

None of the horses belonged to aunt Portia but we were permitted by the people of that Manor alongside the stables to touch the horses.

We were also allowed to feed them carrots and apples.

By the time we returned back to aunt Portia's Manor, it was time for dinner.

Aunt Portia didn't want me to eat at home like I usually do, she wanted to take me out.

So we got into her car and set off for a twenty minute drive to the nearest form of civilization.

We ate at an Italian restaurant. The sights of everything held a vintage touch to it.

The menu was made to purposefully appear old. I ordered a pizza and aunt Portia ordered nachos and salad.

Not exactly Italian, but it was on the menu.

When we got home we watched TV but aunt Portia fell asleep ten minutes in.

I covered her with the blanket she knitted and went to the bedroom I turned into my own.

I eventually managed to sit down and write my mom a letter after changing into my pyjamas.

I settle down at the desk and spread a clean sheet of paper in front of me, along with a pencil and the flower I'd found earlier.

With a slight inhale, I start sketching the farm animals I'd seen earlier today.

I started with the cows in the one corner of the page and then to the chickens, horses and goats in the rest of the corners.

In the center of the page, I copied the precise detail of the pink flower I'd picked from the ground.

On the outline of one of the petals, I wrote the date and my signature.

When I reached for my phone, the digits hurt my eyes as they appeared on the screen.

11:59p.m

My eyes burned when my brain acknowledged the time.

I head for the bed and smile to myself as the crisp bedsheets consume me.

Then, soon, sleep does the same.