Everyone dreams of running away. Even me. But even me, a seven year old, knows the rate of failure that can occur from theses dreams. Stories get told round campfires. Urban myths are conjured. Mostly ending in a horrific death, being brought back to safety or in some cases elements of freedom, causing people like me to not act on my dreams and wishes. This is probably for the best now that I think about it.
But that's why I love the summer.
Escaping city life. The rushing of life brought to stand still in all of natures glory. The air is somehow cleaner the further out you get. The closer to paradise. Well not if it rains.
Last year was not the best thing to happen on my holidays. The rain. It rained all the time, not stopping or any chance of a break for some small chances of sunlight to have a peak at the world below. I couldn't go outside that year with Jes and Mik. They live there so all of the secret places they know, they teach me about. Last year was very much about inside exploration. We found the secret stair case in the kitchen that led up to the tower.
But their not the only reason I love the summer.
The summer means Jade. I don't live with my mum for most of the year as she is too busy with work. I live in a big house with many other people. It's not always fun. Sometimes it's deafening. But the hope for the summer burns deep to keep the resilience up. Many people find it odd that I don't call Jade mum, but that's how I've known her since forever. And I don't care for comments as my life is not anyone's but mine.
We're driving at the moment. Harsh grey morphing into pleasant shades of green. Animals of all colours, shapes and sizes dart before my eyes. Memories come flooding back oceans at a time. And I'm excited. I'm ready.
"This year may be a little different, Thalia" Jade says, looking up to the mirror as she speaks. Her grey hair falling out of her loose bun as she does so. "Jes and Mik are starting to prepare for some exams"
"But it's the summer. That makes no sense." why anyone would waste their time working over holidays and weekends seems crazy to me.
"I understand what you mean and, to be honest, I don't particularly agree with it either, but their mothers want them to 'have the best shot at life', so you may have to explore the grounds by yourself at times. I hope you don't mind?" She seemed concerned. For all of us. I wonder if she'll disappear again this year if I am to be left truly alone.
"yeah. I guess it's fine."
And quicker than I remember the house comes rolling round the corner. Standing strong before us as we pull up beside it. And, if it were to be described as a beast, it's mouth began to open.
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I Remember the Days
Truyện NgắnI remember the days under the sun. We were free. We were young We laughed so high like the larks in the sky. But every wild fire will one day die... Alyia used to have close friends. Used to run wild late into the night. She was 12 when everything w...
