Unspoken Chronicles

BOOK I : Bethany

            “The Angel of death is    

                         The

         Invisible angel of life”

-Henry Mills Alden

 Summer’s over and fall has begun, another school year had started. I’m Bethany; my name was derived from the same name of ancient Palestinian village. I lived on Auburn, people call it A-Town, and it’s actually a city in King County and Pierce County in Washington, population 73,505.  Auburn is a suburb in the Seattle Metropolitan, and ranked as the fourteenth largest city in the state of Washington.

       Here we have an extensive system of parks, open space and urban trails. Compromising twenty nine developed parks, two skate parks, two water rotary parks and over 23 miles (37 km) of trails, trail for bikers, walkers, runners, skaters, and almost 247 acres of open space for passive and active recreation, we also have environmental park such as AEP (Auburn Environmental Park), but the most famous of all of this is the Mount Rainier Park, that get a lot of tourist and hikers all year round.

          We also have an American Indian reservation here, the Muckleshoot Indian Reservation that was located within the southern limits. Auburn has many large roads nearby and within city limits, including Washington State Route 167 referred as the “Valley Freeway” and Washington State Route 18, we also have our own transit center, Auburn Sounder Station in downtown, run by BNS railway, and we also have a municipal airport. We all have 27,834 totals of housing units. The racial makeup of the city is divided to seven races, 70.5% are whites, 4.9% are African American, and 2.3% are Native American, 8.9% are Asian, 1.6% are Pacific Islander, 5.4% are Hispanic, and 6.3% are mixed races; a product of two races that met here and got married and have a son or a daughter, that are considered as mixed race, the average median age in the city was 34.4 years, people die young here. Our house was located on the downtown side of the city. It was a neat neighborhood; here you could see Historic Buildings with a main street U.S.A. appearance. Houses here are made craftsman style derived from the 1920s.

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Our house looks old but nice, we a have two stretch lawn that was covered with grass, we don’t have a gate but the red brick pathway leading to the front door is unique. It was inherited by my mom from her parents that died a long time ago, where photographs are not yet a necessity. Both side of the pathway has a hedge that serves as the wall, and on the front was a two stretch white wash fences, the house color was  yellow cream, two story,  with red brick roof, has four bedrooms upstairs, a living room with a fireplace, a main kitchen and  an extension of a dirty kitchen at the back. On the left side facing the garden is the porch. The garden was a lively and beautiful place with lots of flowers in it, along with it stands an old western hemlock tree.  On the right side of the house were an oak tree, and lots of rose bushes.  Life here is not easy but I love it, for my own perspective I call it a paradise gate.  I attend senior high school at Auburn Mountain View High School; mascot: The Lions, school color: Blue and Orange, number of students: 1,429. I don’t ever belong to a popular group, I have two best friends that was both nerdy, but nice, but most of the time I preferred to be alone.

My mom works at the White River Valley Museum as a museum tour guide. It’s not perfect but I call it home, nice and simple, until that day begun. When suddenly my peaceful life turns upside down, and my eyes open up into a new reality.

        I was five feet tall, apparently to short for my age, I was not to thin and not to fat, with white skin, I have long dark brown hair that was spring

curled at the end, and I have aqua marine color of eyes.

         It was new semester and unluckily my friends and I are not in the same class. It’s both nice and not, meeting new people are fine but being alone is not. So the three of us always see each other on the cafeteria at lunch, both of them got into a lively environment, meeting new friends and when they start chatting I got lost.

           Basically I got to attend some of the club last year, this year I past, go straight home, wait for my mom that usually arrives at eight at night, talked about her day and mine, and then got into my homework and sleeps, so far that’s been my daily rout

        There are more common about me and my mom, we both look the same face and all, we both have common hobbies, we both love to cook, to read books especially books about myths, and angels. We both collect angelic figures and we love planting several kinds of flowers at the garden. But she was more intelligent than me, maybe aged and time wear her, but if you look closely at her face, there is something in it, it’s like you are seeing an angel, and she looks angelic. My mom collects a lot of old books that she kept on her room, unfortunately I never had a chance to see or read one of them. She was the same height as mine, a little taller I guess, but unlike me she has long blond hair that she dyes with dark brown so I wouldn’t be upset about me having brown hair.

The only resemblance is the color of our eyes, we both have aqua marine. I never met my dad but I got a lot of stories from my mom, unfortunately she didn’t have a picture of him. I learned that he died when I was one on a plane crash.

    They didn’t found his body, so there’s nothing left for my mom to mourn over or to be buried.

    After I saw how hurt my mom when we talk about my dad, I never bring forward the topic. I decide it to be hidden to the bottom of her heart, instead of digging it and make her cry; I can’t handle seeing her in pain.

So I thought that we both should move forward and bring the best into our life, simple and happy.

That’s when I thought my life won’t change, well I thought wrong…………….