Always Love You

Chapter 3

Dear Diary,

It's been three days since we arrived to this remote town called Dartmoor. It's so dusty around our new home. You know how much I hate dry climates. The dust is making my sneezing attacks worse that it was before. Now, most of the time I sneeze when the wind plays with the sand. But what's best in here is that there is a big lake and a forest like looking land. I think it covers a massive area. Besides the environment here is calm and quiet unlike the noisy place we used to live. Now it reminds me of a poem called Lake Isle of Innisfree by W. B. Yeats I studied last year in English Literature. The writer expresses how he yearns to live in a place like this without living in a busy area like the town.

Did you know, dear diary that there is no winter in this area? I hate the cold climate and winter always kills my flowering plants. Well of course, other plants too. No green in winter, but white surface trying to pull us down to the hard core. Finally, in here I will have summer, my favourite season throughout the year. I'm starting to love the place now I'm living except the fact that it's dusty and I have no friends here for now. I hope I can find some new friends from my new school. Some decent people who don't speak scurrilous language unlike the girls and boys back in Hazelmoor. I never had good friends back there, since I hate people who speak indecent language, especially in front of girls.

Diary, can you remember the girl I tried to befriend a new girl thinking that she would be really nice unlike people there? Well, that turned out to be an utter failure since she wasn't at all nice. She was worse than the people back there. That's how you turned out to be my friend, remember?

Oops. That reminds me of something. Sorry, my dear. I forgot to apologize for not talking to you the past two days. You must have felt so lonely. I was extremely busy with unpacking all the boxes and all. First of all Greg asked me to clean my new room and arrange my stuff. And then afterwards, he ordered me to clean the kitchen and all other rooms and help mum to unpack the rest of the boxes and keeping stuff in order. It's really hard to move things around in here since the house is bigger than the one we used to live. It's more like a palace to me. In that manner, the new place is really good.

My room is big. If you want, you can say huge. Because it's very big comparing to the cramped up bedroom I had in our previous house. But it's gloomy as everything is coffee brown furniture with dull colour carpets. Maybe an individual filled with sorrow and in distress used to live in here. I swept my room about three times and had to mop because it was filled with dust and dirt. It looks like no one slept in the bed for years. No wonder this giant mansion like home is always vacant, according to our distant neighbour who we met on our way. He looked very annoying type of person though.

I know that you are so curious to know about my new room, dear. But there is not much to talk about it. But I thank to Greg, I have a nice view of the distant mountain and the big lake in Dartmoor. I still can't believe it that Greg let me chose one of the best rooms in this mansion like looking creepy house.

Yesterday we did some shopping and mum went to select drape and all other stuff to add colour. I got some new purple curtains which looked pleasant by sight. We like wasted half a day to select stuff and then we went on with tidying the area.

To be honest diary I feel so excited as this place so huge and the town look so interesting. But unfortunately I got caught by Greg when I tried to sneak out and snoop around. He did a lot of screaming and scolding as usual while mum backed up most of his statements. He locked me up here and said that he will let me out only for dinner.

Dear diary, can you please explain why Greg sometimes treats me as I am someone who is not capable of doing stuff on his own or can't even take care of his self? I still don't understand why I can't take a stroll down this town. I mean I can just walk around within the area without going far, right?

In a way, dear, I feel that I sometimes over react about things Greg is doing. He is sometimes over protective and I hate it because it ruins my freedom. I guess he is just trying to keep my mother happy. But who would like to have a step-father who is so annoying like Greg? NOT ME!!!

I guess I have to go, dear diary. It's dinner time and tomorrow is a big, exciting day for me. Guess what! I'm going to my new school tomorrow!

Love you, diary.