Taylor and Victor

Chapter 18

Taylor

"Does anyone know why sixth of December became our Liberty day?" Madam Berrycloth asked, in her history class.

Taylor doesn't know, she couldn't care about so much. But the exceptionally charming part of the holiday was the peach pie she would get to bake over Sam's house, and other interesting things his mother arranged over there.

"Why, though? And wasn't it flower day?" a kid said.

She propped her ching up with one hand, staring out to the boring blue sky. Liberty day was like many other days, just with flowers and pies. Even though marking an important day in history was a thing, but if becoming less significant, she saw it as normal.

Her parents were, as usual, busy all day. If not work then they'll stop by their friend's house, probably because their house wasn't so near to where they work. The holiday was on weekdays – which she already likes but now she likes even more because there's no school. And by the way, winter break is coming. She thought of getting out of her stuffy room. Especially when her parents will be traveling away soon. She gets suffocating at one point.

"We had another name for this day, and you're right," her teacher said to the boy. "Anyone know why flowers are also a thing?"

"You can begin to explain already. How could we know?" another kid speaks.

"You should take more interest, Felicia. Nothing's meaningful if you don't understand its purpose. So." Madam Berrycloth clapped her hand together. "Long time ago, since our monarchy was still trading and developing within the border, foreigners came and took over control. Most significant was the French colony. In the course period of sixty years, civil wars set out then lost. Due to their temptation of taking absolute control, discrimination set out and was very serious back in time. They use the excuses of treating high social class differently because of status, but none of them was for Clovic people. The life of a commoner was a mess, despide the wasting life's styles of the nobel."

Their teacher stops for a second, her eyes scanning around to see if they're listening. "The Frenchs mortified whoever went against them. With every worst possible attempt they could think of. And the life of innocent farmers get pushed to the edge when they're forced to grow flower and peach even in the chilly weather, instead of wheat or essential crops. Seventy percent of our population back then live based on farming, but they couldn't feed themselves all because to please the upper. You should understand how hard it was just to feed a family of three back in time, if two person already is working day and night."

"And then the commoners dump flowers and throw peaches at those filthy wealthy houses, am I right?" Felicia continued, grinning to herself.

"You're right," Madam Berrycloth said, as the same time Felicia turns back to her friend with an impressed face. "The French people who borned and raised in our country tend to live generations after generations and so, there weren't so many nobel houses. But if did, it's huge. Though, you can imagine waking up from your sleep and finding out someone broke into your house to give you tons and tons of colorful plants. And some dirt they threw in out of despide. Not talking about thorns of some flowers like roses. And all was before you have to deal with a revolution. We failed, though our persistence paid well. Peach happened to be the only fruit abundant at the time, it's only right celebrate with some dishes of peach. Clovic's peach pie recipe invented and soon became our tradition Liberty's dish."

"Stupid story," another kid commented. "Like they'd believed it's real."

"Indeed it is. You should read more about our history, maybe started with Margarete. It's true, they even have a museum of evidences. She was a massacre at the age of thirty. But people looked up to her, she's our captain."