• Day Dreamers

    Dreams are answered
    And secrets revealed


    Ch.1
    Scars

    I brushed my hand over the newly drenched grass. The dew drops glistened even under each shadow that reached the green mossy ground. We were to be living in this old rickety house, and my 16 year old sister, Eleanor was not pleased. My sister wanted to live in the eternal lighted city, not in “an old decomposing adventure” (not to mention in the middle of no where) as me and my mother enjoyed calling it. It had always been my dream that I live in such a place, where secrets could be found and we would embark on adventures. Our aunt Morgana would be home schooling us while my mom worked at a nearby hospital, which happened to be fourteen and a half miles away.
    “Morgana, why do we have to live here?” inquired Eleanor, almost mumbling. Then she turned her head to look at the old house with a loathing grimace.
    “For the thousandth time, I repeat, you got out voted this time and none of us wanted to live in that cramped apartment. I’m sure you’ll love it once you get used to it”, aunt Morgana replied with an impatient sigh. “Truth, why don’t you come with me and check the house for any secrets that need to be revealed”, implied my aunt with a secretive wink. I got to my feet, and ran wearing one of the largest smiles on my face. Mother always said that I was a very fast runner for a 13 year old girl. When I reached the door I examined every inch of the area around it. I noticed that the door bell was the shape of dragonfly wings. The entrance was actually made up of two dark, great oak tree slabs. It had one or two cracks in it that would be in no way beyond repair. The handles were designed like vines in brass, and being nearly a century old, surprisingly had no rust. I opened the door on the right, expecting to have difficulty jarring it open, but pulled it towards me with ease. Every step I took would groan as I explored and was glad that it did, because this would mean it has some form of an ancient story to tell.
    We had bought all new furniture to match the house, for our old belongings wouldn’t fit the theme. The kitchen was marvelously filled with antiques the old owners had left behind. One aspect that confused me was that there was a bouquet of fresh flowers with a note on old fashioned paper that said in tiny neat script:
    We welcome you to your new home
    It had no hint to whom had gave them this gift except that it had a small patch of dirt on it. I decided that this could be interpreted at a different time, because for now I just need to find out how many adventures I can fit into the days that I can call this place home.
    I scurried up the stairs to choose my bedroom. I chose the one that was painted in a light mossy green color, the same as the grass outside. It also had a later at the window. This would be useful equipment during my midnight explorations. And the best part, my room had the best view of our great backyard. There was a large oak tree and cherry tree on either side of the back porch.
    At the site of this, I ran at high speed down the stairs almost hitting Eleanor, through the living room, swinging the back door out of the way and stared at this wonderful place in awe. I walked slowly toward the oak tree. I imagined myself sitting on its braches eating and apple while pondering what I was to write about in my next story. I touched the trunk of the tree with my right hand. Suddenly, I felt a chill down my back and my hand started to burn. I pulled away and examined my hand. The imprint it left looked like the great oak itself, but in a form of a scar. I stood there in wonder, staring at my hand. I began to walk toward the cherry tree, slowly and steadily. I reached out this time with my left hand and touched the trunk of it. This time started with a warm tingling feeling, and then a sharp pain like something was cutting into my left hand.
    名詞
    That evening, even after a hearty dinner of roast beef and mashed potatoes, the happenings of the afternoon had not left her mind. She now had two scars, on her right hand an oak tree; on her left an imprint of what seemed to be a cherry tree. I told myself that I would consult my Mother, Kristy, after I was ready for bed.
    When I had taken off my shirt I noticed that the two scars were not the worst of it. On my lower back was a replica of the dragonfly door bell without the button, and above it was an intricate simulation of a crown of leaves and flowers.