Authors note: Mrs. Johnston's name will now be Mrs. Wilson. Sorry for the mix up. Hope it is not too confusing.
One thing about moving houses and not knowing what it looks like, is that there is always a surprise in store. I was expecting a smallish humble house. Clearly that isn't exactly what this house is. No complaints coming from me.
"My husband and our son have gone out for lunch. My daughter, Adeline, is upstairs in her bedroom. Pardon her. She doesn't often come out. Heaven knows why." Mrs. Wilson babbles on.
Seeing as I don't respond she continues.
"Ah, I will go ask Ms. Burton to whip us something nice to eat."
She trots off to go look for this "Ms. Burton". All I can do is stand still. I feel like a intruder upon this fancy household. Best wait for the return of Mrs. Wilson. Would she be my mother now? That is very confusing indeed.
I am lost so deep into this thought that I don't notice the girl until she is standing before me. She is around my height and looks to be a year or two younger then me.
Her golden hair is pinned up on her head and her skirts are of crimson. She is extremely pale yet her cheeks are rosy. As if she has pinched them to give them colour. I immediately blush at the thought.
She doesn't seem to notice though and all she does is extend her arm.
"Hello" she says "My name is Adeline"
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Secrets
Ficção AdolescenteAfter years of living in an orphanage Anna finally has a new home. She is whisked off to the world of the Wilson's. But soon she starts to discover secrets. Deep dark ones that have never been told before. And amongst all this she must fight to keep...
