Down the trouble off we go

The Old house

'The world. The big blue. It has many secrets, and many people of different habits, culture , religion and ideology inhabit it . Some live a life of luxury while others face many hurdles, but there are some who go through a revolution. Some revolutions are good, some are bad, but they all have one thing in common: they all bring about a complete change.
My name is Laura Annabeth and this is my story: born in a poor family I always had felt a missing blank, but none as big as the blank i am facing now( starts to write more viciously). My life is no better than hell. In the 65 years of my life I never found peace. First I had to skip school, then get married. I spent my whole life washing and cleaning the dishes of other people to earn enough for my family to reach a subsistence level of income, and as a reward I got this stinking old house. I get this stinking old house because I am too expensive to be handled by my only son. I live with these miserable people who don't smile nor cry. No morning is good and no night is sleepy; if there is anything it is only time.' 
           
" When will you stop writing Ms. Annabeth" came a sweet voice of a boy from far away.

" none of your business. My diary, my time and it is Mrs not Ms, Mrs. Annabeth for y-"

" sorry!" Interrupted the boy.

Sighing angrily, Mrs. Annabeth stood up and gave a glaring look to the small, feeble , black-haired, pale-faced,  kind-looking, 14 years old david- who had run faster than his legs could carry him.
There was silence for a minute. During this David noticed how Mrs. Laura Annabeth looked at him but did not meet his eyes.
Finally she said," listen boy! No interruptions  when i talk and stay away from me."
She then walked away at a speed that she believed was lightening fast however it was slower than a snail.
                     
Left alone, David nodded satisfactorily at the instructions of the woman who once found him, somewhere in a bin, 14 years ago. However, back then Mrs. Annabeth was a different woman. Eventhough now she had grown much more older and grumpy, David still thought of her as his only surviving relative(a thought which made him very optimistic).
                          
Although times have changed now, he did remember how in his earlier years he had brought a smile on the face of every single person in the old house. Indeed, for a year or 2 the old house turned had into a babysitter.
Yet, as David grew older the inhabitants of the old-house grew farther apart from him. At times, David contemplated the reason behind doing so was a fear- fear of getting abandoned by David. Just as they were abandoned by their children. However, David also knew that deep down in the heart of each of the 9 old men and women of the old-house, there was nothing but love for David as well as their good-for-nothing children.
                                                     
It was 8:oo in the morning, so David quickly went to wake every-one up. One by one he went to the room he went to the rooms of all 8 people knocking and saying : good morning Ms. Venus hathway
Good morning Mr. Peter Richard
Good morning Ms. Linda Good
Good morning Mr. Christain Wood
Good morning Ms. Kate Lawrence
Good morning Ms. Georgia White
Good morning Mr. John Dawson
(& finally)
Good morning Mr. William Radcliffe. But as usual none of them replied back instead they growled in anger. David said to himself "another usual day... huh!" Though David loved every moody and rudy person in the old house but he always longed for adventure a feeling he had kept hidden from all however he did not know that that day
was going to change his life forever.
                                              
                                                                       
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