Water was heavily falling from the sky on the roof of the Rottchild mansion. Flashes of lightning were illuminating the pitch black sky and the only music that the nature gave us that rainy day was the loud growl of the thunder. At a beautiful black wooden desk was sitting, well of course, I, the only child of the Rottchild mansion. The golden pen I had in my hand was brightened by the lit candle I had in my right corner of the desk. While I was writing my novel, I assure you that you would've liked it, our housekeeper entered the room, interrupting my creation.
'Sir I have come for the broom. Those hooligans are playing again in the mud.' That was the response she gave my peeved stare. While she was saying this her dull sloppy dirty eyes were going through a multitude of emotions. Anxiety, fear, oh my favorite one and even, well most surprising, reproach.
'Is it that lad Thomas again and his crew of filthy rats from the orphanage, isn't it?' She nods that big head of hers 'Aight, aight, give me the broom'
As she gives me a curious look she hands me the broom, she may not like it when she opposes me, and oh indeed she does not. Exiting my room I step on a stupid toy, its sharp corner struck the leather of my shoes giving me pains, I hated those dumb toys. As I walked outside the mansion I saw those dirty piggies, playing around in that disgusting black mud, they did not seem to be bothered by the fact that it was raining with cats and dogs.
'Get off my property, you peasants, or I will be forced to hit you!' I shouted, waving the now wet wooden stick with the straws partially fallen on the flooded ground. They were not listening so I began going in their direction with the water pouring down on me soaking my clean warm clothes!
'Get lost!' Thomas says splashing mud in my face. This enraged me so hard; I gave the sharpest howl, thus my papa hearing me. They all just laughed and ran off. Annoying scrubs!
'Are you okay, Richard?' my father asked me.
I tried recalling calling for him but that never happened. 'Yes I am okay, leave me alone pops'
How come those lousy parentless monkeys had nothing and no one and they were so happy. I hated them. I also hated my parents too. Why wasn't I as happy as they were?! This was so unfair!
'My beloved son! What's with that mud on your face? Are you okay? Are you hurt?' my mother asked in an annoying tone
'Yes, of course I am well, leave me' Said I running to my room to change.
I had to do something about this. I could not have it any longer. Why were they happier than I was? They had nothing after all. I threw a furious punch at the candle sitting on my ugly black desk. It fell on a bunch of papers. Suddenly my room was alive, the essence of its life coming from the wrath of the flames. My pale skin was aching from this hot hell. I ran outside the mansion. There, in the front of my eyes an obscene scene was being played. I dropped to my knees, approaching a comfier stance to watch this show. I was amazed. My blue glacial eyes were fulfilled with this delightful landscape. My ears were filled with agonizing screams. My dull eyeballs thought that an antithesis to the burning view would be funny, so they drowned in salty water. I finally had nothing and no one.
I hope that you don't mind the wooden plank that I used as a sheet of paper to write you this letter. I haven't eaten in days, they treat us badly here at the orphanage, I hope that no one will hear my growling stomach, I do not want to draw any attention on me, the matrons are too severe. I have got headaches too painful already.
