The Night We Met

Part I: Chapter II

The night sky stood silently, very still and without a word. Time froze and I couldn't bear to talk another word. Silent tears sobbed from my eyes, a waterfall full of sadness and grief. My sapphire eyes shone brightly even when submerged underwater in grief. I felt like my life was over. The world was going to end, or 'Mon monde a disparu, pour toujours,' as they say in French.

My father came from France. He was a very dedicated and determined man, and learnt many languages such as Greek, Hebrew, German and French. He only taught me French out of the four, but I can speak the language fluently. He loved it when I talked French. He said it reminded him of Mother.

My father was also part of the army. Since he knew four languages that would help the military, he took the job and always arrived late, normally around eleven or twelve. When I wake up, he is usually up and ready to harvest the wheat in the farm. He uses the tractor and ploughs the farmlands. When he's out, I usually make breakfast for both of us. He loves when I do that.

    The last time I saw him was a week ago, when one of the military officers told me he died in action. He didn't tell me his name, but I didn't mind. The man told me to pack my stuff after the day of his death because since there's no 'inhabitants' or legal owners of our property, it must be demolished for a larger community space.

    I packed my stuff and all memories in my suitcase when we first moved here. I packed my paintings, drawings, flowers and even some of my books. I couldn't pack everything. I also decided to pack some of the letters from the mailbox just to seek my next adventure when I grow up.

    After I packed all my stuff, the man arrived back at the house to drop me off at the nearest orphanage. He found an orphanage only five kilometres west from my home as the starting place. He dropped me off and I met the manager of the orphanage. Her name was Miss Jericho and she was a really nice yet firm lady.

    Miss Jericho had purple silky hair that was tied with a blue ribbon into a ponytail. Her eyes were nutty brown, and her ahoge stuck out in the crowd of hair. Jericho had fair white skin, a white blazer and yellow armour apparel hanging on her arms.

She welcomed me in and showed me to my room. It was beside the zen garden outside. The view was stunning, I could gaze upon the horizon in the morning. Miss Jericho introduced me to the other maidens of the orphanage, but she hasn't introduced me to my other orphan folk. She said that they were on an excursion to Camelot, which was a million miles away.

    "Your roomate is a boy," Miss Jericho continues, "is that okay?"

    I nod my head, looking upon the banksia of the zen garden. Pink galas danced in the air, swirling with aura and sparkle. I hear Miss Jericho leave the room, her footsteps echoing down the staircase and talking with the other maidens.

    I search my roomate's bed. He had a photo of a pink pig that looked oddly familiar to me - I don't know why. I've never seen a pig in my life. My roomate is also very messy — his pillow feathers are everywhere! I can't believe I'm sleeping with this person for the rest of my life.

    Out the window, I hear a bus arrive. Many childish voices and squeals squeak out of the bus. For the first time in forever, I felt nervous. I never feel nervous. Maybe it's the loneliness in my life, or the missing of my father.

    Another maiden of the orphanage walked to my room and invited me out to meet my other orphan folk. My heartbeat ran faster than ever before. This was my life-changing event. My des méthodes qui changent la vie.

    Signing off,
    Elizabeth