A year of change

Roots (Prologue)

People tend to think that when your thirteen it's when puberty hits. 

My puberty, however, hit when I was seven years old.

I remember back in third grade when I was as curious as ever about everything around the neighbourhood I grew up in, and all the questions that buzzed through my head I would always find a way to leave the house. You'd always find a seven-year-old girl trying to climb up the never-ending stairs in the library, and trying to reach the highest book on the shelf. The seven-year-old who would always carry too many books that she wouldn't even be able to see her own feet, but still managed to walk down the stairs never tripping. It was enough to say that this seven-year-old girl managed to intrigue Ms. Eldwin as the never-ending questions about our origin, and fascination of the world seemed to come out of her.

It was pretty obvious that this seven-year-old certainly had enough time on her hands as she never had a friend to play dolls or legos or anything that kids did back then. Her thing was staying at the library, her nose stuck in the oldest book she could find, and going to the oldest places in Seattle. 

Maybe even having a trip to go down the ice cream shop around the block, once in awhile to fulfill her child needs a.k.a, the sugar every little kid needed to be hyperactive for a good solid hour.

Needless to say, this seven-year-old girl if you haven't guessed by now, was me. Mother always claimed it as me as a weird anti-social child. I would always justify that and say that I hated people in general.

One day, as I was coming out of the library and heading to school, I saw what was once the oldest convenient store in town, being demolished in front of my eyes. Aiden had mentioned it had been built in the late 1800's and was one of the few historical places left in what was our modern city.

Seeing it being slowly torn down, the cream coloured bricks scattered around the area, something stirred deep inside me. The once bright, golden sign Quin's Corner that illuminated my way back home was now on the road, the sign in half and the only thing I could make out was the letter 'Q'.

I went to school that day, feeling anger, and bummed out about something so old and irrelevant for everyone else,  yet significant to me being torn down, just for a new mall that was planned to be constructed ever since Quin died. 

I hadn't realized though, that I was being followed by Ms. Eldwin as I stomped up the hill, my preschool building coming into view the more I climbed up.

 I guess I didn't really care if I was being followed or not as I was too busy mumbling under my breath about never going to that mall, for as long as I lived in the neighbourhood.

"Ms. Dale, would you like to entertain me on this fine spring morning, and tell me why on earth you look like someone just stole a barbie doll from you?" Her voice interrupted my thoughts, and I stopped walking, turning to face her.

I hated dolls.

She was smiling down at me, and she was dressed in her usual old-fashioned attire, wearing those god awful high heels, and her hair in a tight bun as always.

I looked at my feet,  kicking a pebble in front of me as if I were demonstrating the angry mood I was in. We stood there for a few seconds in silence, not even the birds were singing like always, it was if they knew the seven-year-old girl was about to throw a fit and were in a position to start flying away once they heard her screams.

I wasn't a brat people, I was anti-social remember?

Then, as soon as she was going to say something about my dirty denim jeans and the oversized t-shirt, I interrupted her before she could scold me.

"Why do people think it's ok to smash things and try to make things better by replacing them with new stuff!" I let out in one breath and was panting out of fury once I finished. Shocked at my sudden outburst, she sensed the anger and grudge I held on whatever that made me angry and stayed quiet.

Taking a deep breath in, I looked up and felt my eyes starting to get blurry and felt the lump in my throat forming and I knew I wasn't crying out of sadness, it was out of anger. 

Like any other seven-year-old kid, I started worrying about having a booger flow down, and sniffed.

She continued to remain quiet for a good minute, and my stomach felt weird with the way she was looking at me. I was sure she was judging me, like always, and prepared to face her never-ending scolding on me to not get mad over these small things. Boy was I wrong because what she said next, could probably be described as the most honest, yet turning point somebody has said to me ever besides my mother.

See this is why I hate people, especially as a kid because I was never spoken with the full truth, the adults too scared to "hurt the innocence kids carry".

She crouched down to my level and looked into my eyes.

"We as people are created with a mind so powerful, that we have the capacity to invent, create, experience happiness, and destroy things not by our hands but by our thoughts. Sometimes these thoughts lead to the real destruction of things that have shaped us into the humans we are today. But just because they've destroyed a piece of it, doesn't mean they've also destroyed the roots of it. Just because it isn't there physically, it does not mean it's gone forever. We are not makers of history, we are made by history. So in a way, they've only created another important part of our lives. History repeats itself, and Ms.Dale" she paused to smile at me, "the choice you make now, or in the future will have a great effect on the way you'll live. That choice will be the beginning of your own History."

I bit my lip and allowed the information to process slowly as new words like "history" were brought out.

What? Don't be judging me now, it's too late for that.

She got up and continued walking as if she never said anything and I've never had the urge to kick a rock at someone as I did back then. 

I guess that's where they say that the past is a painful thing, but that's only because we'll be able to have a beautiful future. 

But I say that we go through a painful past to learn and work for our future. Yet, I had much to learn to reach that stupid future everybody wants one day. As mother said, "beautiful future".

What can I say, I'm the most realistic person there is in Seattle, even my mom knew this which is why she always deemed me as a weird kid. 

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Guys, I finally did it, and I feel like I deserve an applause

Bows 

Anyways, the reason this is updated very late and seems kinda...boring is that it's past midnight and I FINALLY got inspired by my good year of having writer's block. Please bear with me as I have a plot for this story, updates will be slow because I'm going through exams but the main reason that I've started this story is that I want to start writing again, and do something this summer so bear with me. 

Thanks for your support and interest of me and my works as a writer on Wattpad and my mission is not to become one of those famous writers, it's to write a story and express my feelings through my stories. 

Please, guys, forgive my grammar as I am brain dead and literally have zero energy to go through this, but I SWEAR that if Donald Trump can be president, I can go through this again and edit it.

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Inspirational Song:

Davichi-Days gone by