Paper Airplanes

Prologue 1/2

                                     Luck is when opportunity knocks at
                                               your door and you answer.
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      Four leaf clovers are rare and are associated with luck. If you were to find one, you were given luck. That's exactly what I was searching for that summer day. Now you may be wondering, why not spend my free time being social. I would have done anything to participate in such an act but, I couldn't. I am forever stuck in a silent world. I can only observe, and that is what I do. Sitting on the rough earth underneath my toes, I can feel the breeze caress my cheeks. The gentle feeling of dandelion flakes dancing around me. Bounds of clovers rustling under my fingertips when I pick up my lost treasure. The four leafed clover was very beautiful. The summer light shone through it's broken cracks perfectly. The light shade green complemented it as well. The tips were wet from morning dew and it swayed in sync with the breeze. Sheltering the little plant with my palms, I held it close to my chest and thought...

I wish the hear the world someday. The chirps of the birds to the soft thuds of my feet hitting the ground. I wish to speak all the languages of the world and finally whisper "I love you" to my mother and father. If I could speak even a syllable I would be satisfied.

      After a few minutes, I picked up my head towards the sky. I could see the hazy clouds and the ruffled edged wing of a goose in the distant. The sun stung my eyes so I my cupped my right hand and sheilded my fragile pupils. I was so focused on my observation, I didn't notice my governess, Frances, behind me. I suddenly felt her hand grip onto my wrist and twirled me around to face her. She had a smile plastered on her face. I could see some newly formed wrinkles on her fare skin. I then knew, this meant trouble. Thinking back to my wish, I opened my dry mouth but nothing came out. Disappointed, I bowed my head and bit the tip of my thumb. Frances noticed my behavior and quickly hauled me up and carried me back into the mansion. I squeezed her arms and sobbed silently into her clothed shoulder.

      I didn't realize I had fallen asleep in my friend's arms until I found myself curled up in my bed. Everything felt very crusty from all the tears I had leaked. I mentally slapped myself for it because I have learned from many stories, that crying is sign of weakness. I sighed and hopped off my bed. I stride over to my expensive silk curtains and with a strong grip, pulled them apart. The sun was still beating down on the yard and the flowerbeds were in full bloom. The clouds always look the same, white and puffy. After snapping out of my daze, I quickly ran out my enormous room and slid down the railings for breakfast. I was so excited to eat, I forgot to do my morning routine once again.

      I skidded to a halt when I reached the dining hall, my parents were already seated and when they noticed me, they tried speaking to me. Of course they knew that I couldn't hear anyways. I tilted my head sideways in confusion and both my parents quickly glanced at each other before flashing me a bright smile. Normally, people wouldn't care less, but I could easily detect sadness in their smiles. I sat down in my assigned seat, twirling my thumbs in a circular motion before getting treated by a golden baked potato. Mouth watering, I quickly picked up my trusty fork and dug in immediately. Flavors bursted in my mouth like cheese, sour cream, bacon, and even crunchy green onions. It tasted like heaven! While digging around my new sandbox, I saw luggage in the corner of my eye. My eyes widened and I dropped my fork. Everything stiffened and froze. I felt the tears swell up as I realized it was only my suitcases present. I knew my parents were disappointed in me for not having the ability to hear, but I wasn't ready for the worst. Snapping back into reality, I bit my bottom lip and decided that if this is what my parents wish for, I'll do it. Taking deep breaths, I grasped my plate and shakily went to deliver it back to the kitchen. Then I suddenly feel a light tap on my shoulder. Spinning around, I see my father holding up a piece of paper. We traded items and I skimmed over the sheet.

To my dearest daughter Evelyn Corano,

Your mother and I have decided to let you experience the world for yourself. We have contacted auntie Mary and she has allowed you to stay with her. Please by safe darling we love you.

From,
Mother and Father

      I glanced up and saw my father. He's staring at me, hoping I would buy it. Unfortunately, he treats me like an eight year old. I knew my parents were trying to fix me. It's plainly obvious, even our servants change of behavior towards me can be seen from a mile away. Bitterly, I nodded my head in confrimination. I saw his mouth move again, signaling me that he had sighed in relief. Rolling up the paper, I playfully wacked him on the head and dashed off to my bedroom. Pulse racing, I sprang onto my bed and cuddled my pillow. I slowed my heart rate down before peering out my open window. It was calming to watch the tree branches sway back and forth. Almost like they were having a conversation. I smiled and wondered if aunt Mary missed me. But of course, I'll find out soon enough. Feeling tired, I closed my eyelids. Right now I need sleep. And sleep came right away.

      It was quite foggy outside when I had awaken from my slumber. I also took notice of the wet carpet beneath the open windows. It must have rained, how silly of me to leave my window open! I puffed my cheeks and slapped the silver bell near my bedframe. As soon as it rung, my governess came immediately. I pointed towards the wet puddle with a bored expression. Frances understood and quickly ran out looking for cleaning supplies. I myself, was planning to do some packing. I slid off the bed and onto the frozen floor. I shivered a bit from the cold atmosphere before making my way over to my cabinet. Unlike, the cabinets that are filled with clothes, mine was butt loaded with personal belongings I love dearly. My hand naturally gravitated over to a charm my best friend gave me. I turned the figure over in many ways, admiring the many intricate details carved onto it. I'll take it with me. I thought to myself, carefully slipping the wooden doll in my pocket.

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