I woke up the next morning. Even though I hated holidays. I loved the season of Fall.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells...
-John Keats
I decided to go on a walk. It was a slow Sunday morning. the cold breeze blew into my black hair.
I listened to music.
Seven wonders by Fleetwood Mac
I headed back home. When I looked into my dads car. On the backseat they were stacks of white medical boxes. I didn't remember them having any diseases.
I didn't pay any mind to it tho.
As soon as i stepped back in to the house. Everyone was sitting at the table except the kids.
They all starred at me.
Confusingly I stepped inside and took my coat of.
Aunt Edith told me to sit down.
YOU ARE READING
Persona
Mystery / ThrillerAgatha is a 15-year-old girl. Her parents are not interested in her. They always tell her that she was a "mistake". She was always different from other children. One day her parents decide to move into an old House, but they don't come back. Agatha...
