Just me (moiscream)

A fresh start

Being a teenager im supposed to love weekends and holidays and parties -especially guys. Everyone expects me to. How stereotypical. And if im different they tend to assume theres something wrong with me. The thought brought a frown to my face. Saturday -yesterday was ..well eventful .

so basically what happened was:

We went to the cemetery to leave some daisies for rachel.Rachel is my mother . she passed away a few months ago.  And she loved daisies.They grew almost every where. Dad said some silent prayers and to my surprise so did luke. Not exactly prayers but he was muttering something i couldnt quite make out. I knew better than to waste my time infront of a stone with a decaying body beneath. So i spent my time checking out the rather big grave yard which was actually quite well kept. Since it was the country side the cemetery was bordered by a small dry forest with little undergrowth on one side and a large farm on the other. You could feel the farm just a few yards away. And by feel i mean smell.

Everything seemed peaceful. If not for the occasional rustle of foliage  it was absolutely soundless. Every tombstone was recently cleaned and some had flowers that were withering away just as the person to whom the flowers were given to.

i wondered further in, from where dad and luke were. And saw probably the cemetery sexton's office , it was an antique looking small wooden cottage. A suffocating smell of lacquer wafted through the air.who ever lived inside decided to re paint the cottage and possibly damage the olfactory receptors of everyone who came close. i wrinkled my nose and covered  it with my  palm which smelled worse. they smelled like rachel- daisies. presumably because i picked them that saturday morning.

The cottage was painted in a bright blue that matched the sky that was darkening now  that i looked up properly through the boughs that covered almost the entire sky letting only little light filter through. A small dirty path led to the cottage , he probably owned a bicycle. Without thinking i tucked my hands in to my denim pockets and walked along it, i hated when people broke the silence that i found amazingly soothing but this time it was me who was braking it. The rubber trees that dominated  the cemetery were shedding their leaves that had a spectrum of colours. The ground was like a soft mattress - a muddy mattress which i found out after a few slips. I pushed back my glasses , walking toward the small cottage and noticed a man with a huge box on his lap seated on one of the dusty wooden stairs that led to the front door. A few minutes passed and i was now at a crooked small rusty gate on which grew wild vines with probably the biggest thorns iv seen.

Thanks to all the dry leaves i made quite a rukus but he didn't seem the slightest bit alarmed. I had no business there but i made it my business to go there and make who ever lived inside miserable ,by complaining how he was killing the sensory receptors in everyone's noses with his  paint. I actually was just bored and wanted to check out the place but i always had a valid excuse- just in case. Being short and all, i lifted  myself from my toes to peep over the gate. Having a gate was kind of redundant when the cottage wasnt even fenced or anything. i went around the run down gate ridiculing who ever came up with the idea. I stopped half way when i noticed him noticing me. I froze suddenly realising this wasn't such a good idea. i couldnt see his face , it was half-hidden from the dusty red cap he was wearing. My palms started sweating on cue and i wiped them on my shorts keeping my gaze locked on him. We had an awkward moment staring at each other and he broke it off to focus on something in the box. Ignoring me. I wasn't exactly the sort of person you should ignore if you didn't want to spend the rest of your life being the object of my criticism. Being the youngest in the family thats just the way i was.

"Haven't your parents taught you any manners ? or could u possible be suffering from down syndrome?  " i paused to cross my arms and stand my ground. ''Annd''  i resumed,''that's a water sprinkler , you dont seem know what that is " i said factually. He was observing a piece of metal in the box and i simply took the liberty to tell him what it was.

He took his time looking up from the box. which annoyed me.Alot

"Haven't your parents taught u any manners ? or were you just too short  to hear them say it  ?" he said in a whim sarcastically. Instantly placing the box carefully on the ground as if all that junk was valuable, he stood up.  I stepped back , my eyes widening at his height but quickly collecting my self i rolled my eyes and crossed my arms at his burning comment.  He brought his hands to his hips and rolled his eyes oh so femininely.

I suddenly broke in to a giggle. He too was restraining a giggle while remaining in the same feminine pose. He was mimicking me. Under normal circumstances i by now would have sent him in to cardiac arrest with my slicing words i often direct at people who deserve it. I wasn't afraid to get my hands dirty to do the right thing. The right thing in my perspective. But surprisingly i didn't feel mad at.all. The giggling died down all too quickly .i noticed i was too relaxed , squaring my shoulders and frowning " what ever" i spat out in that annoying rich-girl american accent. with that i decided this conversation had lasted too long. I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear and decided to leave.He was a rude stranger( i wasn't that polite either but still.) and i was wasting my time i could have spent on criticising the smell of lacquer that was now too strong.

"I'm peter" he said with a mischeivous grin, out of the blue. Confused as to what he was getting at i started analysing the situation before returning his friendly gesture.

"this where you introduce you're self" he pointed at me grinning.

i wonder if he knows how stupid he looks i thought to myself ignoring what he said.

"its serina." i said without much emotion. His grin widened as he continued "my sister's name is serina too"

"so?"  i said

He was about to say something but luke's voice was all i heard "oi serina we are leaving , you can spend the night here i dont mind since u and the dead seem to have so much in common"  my head sprang around to find luke at the far end of the small path . he continued "for example : your looks"  with that he walked away waving at dad probably at the entrance.

with out another word i walked fast to the gate and shouted "wait up u dweeeeb!!" i ran past the gate and caught up with luke who was still pretty much where he was.

And thus the eventful part of Saturday was over. It was 8 in the morning and i still stayed wrapped in my blankets musing over what happened the day before. A soft knock on the door brought me back to my senses. Back to reality. Letting out a small groan i slipped out of bed and landed with a thud in the floor . I reluctantly tied my wild bed hair into a messy bun. I missed alot of strands and i felt them dangling all over. i just couldn't be bothered. 

I hobbled toward the door before who ever on the side of the door got impatient and decided to leave possibly with a cup of coffee meant for me.

serendipity.

wouldn't exactly be the word to describe what was standing outside. My aunt. Valerie. And no coffee what so ever .

"And how may i help u , Miss valerie? " i got right to the point. she rolled her eyes and stepped in to my room like she always did pushing me aside. The minute she got in , she let out an exaggerated sigh. The small figure infront of me was now looking at me .disappointed. As always. Her chubby little hands on her hips she started with her are you sure you're rachel's daughter lecture.

she was referring to my messy room which looked like a museum with everything on for display. i chuckled to myself while nodding to what ever she was saying.

she was now my mother. i suppose. Happy with what she said she started toward the door only to turn around at the last moment to say the words i dreaded the most

"Tee , since you'll be attending your new school tomorrow i want u to come shopping with me. One of my drivers will pick you up at ten ." she turned her wrist to check the time and was gone instantly. I could hear her small yet high heels on the marble floor as she descended down the stairs.

I walked over to the bed and flopped on to it. Burying my head deep in to my soft pillows ,that smelled like shampoo before letting out a ear piercing squeak. A new school. New clothes. A new house. Did we really need a new start? whats wrong with the life we had which started with rachel. Why is everyone trying so hard to forget her death? To forget her ? I dont have a say in the decisions that affect my life anyway, so its fine.