Swain Affray; Love conquers all

Chapters 1: Boyish girl & 2: Travelers Journey

She made the cover for this story, and i thank her very much. Ok this is the first time I will write a story on wattpad, I'm just new so feel free to give feedback. >.<

Wattpad what are you doing deleting chapter 1 and 2? sorry guys I just noticed now. Lol

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Swain Affray(Love conquers all)

Chapter 1: Boyish Girl

Hazal Tekinoglu POV

Like most teenagers, I was still in bed enjoying my sleep comfortable just the way I wanted, I wasn't much of a morning person. Until I felt someone sneek into my room. "Wake up, sister Hazal." said a voice kindly. I decided I would ignore that, and lay in bed unmoved. "Wake up." this time the voice even louder but I still didn't budge. I thought they decided to leave me in peace. But I am wrong. "Earthquake." they shrieked so loud I swore they could have made me deaf. But it got me shooting up out of bed quick as anyone knew. Still echoing in my ears. I turned to my sister Toprak giving her the evil eye and chasing her around the house until mum had told us off.

Since I could remember I was and still is a tomboy. I'm not like other girls, not the type of girl who would like to go to the ballrooms to dance. Even talk about boys the whole day, or even check myself in a mirror. I'm the girl who thought only of her dreams I have olive skin and raven black hair similar to my mothers but trimmed it to a shorter look, brown hazel eyes much same to my fathers.

I have a male best friend named Cem. My two other sisters believe that I am a disgrace because they are simply the girlie girls, they believed it is wrong to have a boy as your best friend and play sports with.

Our family isn't rich or poor, but with my oldest sister Merve. Working as a teacher at a school and me painting on canvases selling them off. For what ever price we make it through.

My brother Kerem is the youngest from the siblings, he is only 7 and a half years old. I get along with him pretty well. Mother is so beautiful even when shes aging and pretty slim considering shes had four children. I guess shes well maintained.

Father had passed away long ago, he had a silent heart attack which killed him. I was next to him while he was having trouble breathing and was rubbing his chest. He had died in front of me, I remember crying my eyes out, it had been his last breathe.

"Your the man of the family now, look after and protect your mother and your siblings, I am leaving now but I will see you again one day, just not to early, I want you to look after yourself too, just know I love you all." Those were his last words to me.

Then he passed away,

" Papa no, why papa, PAPA." I cried, as I watched his motionless body.

Something inside me had been burning, like death had taken him away from me. I wish I had done something.

Then again I got to see my dad, but every time i feel bad for my brother Kerem who wasn't even born yet, he never got to play with father or meet him, mother had named him after my father's name. He liked to ask me at bedtime about father, because I would explain dad every single time like a story. I never got tired of explaining.

I was only 10 years old, when my father tooked me with him to the woodland frontier. I remember he used to paint as well, my other sister Toprak would be uninterested and run around steping on soft grass with her boots. But I would stand watching him paint. He always started with the clouded sky, maybe adding some birds flying high. I would take in the scenery, a couple of shrubs and plenty of trees so tall, straight, some fat and skinny ones. He was very commendable too. His passion for art had animated me so much, that I continued his dream. When we were leaving, I would pick up some Jasmine's along the way home and mother would make a soap out of the Jasmine for me.