Finding Myself.
arrival.
I watched the trees whip past my car, the leaves rustling on the thin and frail branches. It was autumn, and the leaves were a beautiful yellow-orange colour. Large oak leaves fell from the branches, one by one, floating to Earth, and landing softly on the road. The trees started getting further and further apart, until they lined the road in perfect sync. I looked ahead, trying to spot any sign of life, and movement from anything. All I could see was the trees wavering in the wind. I focused my eyes back in front of me, and a small square came into sight. It grew closer, and bigger, until I could read it perfectly. A small, old wooden sign read “Welcome to Fulton.”
The town I drove into was not what I was expecting. It was cute and sweet, like something out of a movie. The buildings were only around 5 stories high, and the houses were a range from old and big to cute and small. We only drove through a few streets, before we stopped out the front of long driveway.
The guy in the front muttered a “this is it” so low I could barely hear him. I got out of the car, closing the door quietly behind me. The man who was driving got out of the car, and without a word, walked to the back, opened the boot, and yanked my little suitcase out. He dumped it on the lawn, shut the boot, and got back into the car. As the man went to leave, he turned and looked at me through the foggy window of the car. He gave me one, single nod, and drove off. There I stood, all by myself, in a strange town. I didn’t know anyone, nor did I know what to do.
“What the hell am I doing here?” I thought to myself, looking down at my feet, cradled by my sandals, as they sat on the soft, green grass. Memories of my parents started flooding into my mind, as they did most of the time when I was alone. I felt a single, cold tear roll down my cheek, and watched it land, right next to my sandal.
“Destiny?” I heard a sweet voice call my name. I quickly whipped my tear away on my sleeve, and turned. A blonde haired girl was standing there. She looked around 20. She flashed her white teeth at me. “Uh, hi.” I managed to mutter softly. Curse my shyness. “So, you ARE Destiny, right?” she asked, sweetly. “Um. Yes, yes that’s me.” I told her. “Good. Come with me.” She smiled again, and turned towards the long driveway. I had no idea who she was, where I was, or what I was doing, but I picked up my suitcase and followed her up the driveway.
After walking up the long driveway, keeping my eyes and the blonde haired girl, we reached a door.
“Welcome home.” She said happily, and walked through the wooden door. I noticed on my way up, the driveway was lined with palm trees. At the front door, there was a flower bed, with baby-blue flowers lying neatly inside it. The house was beautiful. It was one of the “old and big” ones. It was made out of white bricks and was quite tall. I realised that I should probably stop day-dreaming.
I followed the girl inside. I didn’t even know her name, and I was walking into her home. What if she was faking, and is really my parents’ murderer. And now she wants to murder me? I cursed myself for thinking crazy thoughts. Lately I’d been doing that a lot, second guessing everything.
Inside was average. It was just like a normal house. It wasn’t too fancy, and it wasn’t too bad. I liked it.
“You’ll be staying upstairs Destiny.” The blonde haired girl said, out of the blue.
“Thank you…” I replied.
“What’s your name?” I heard myself ask.
“Clara.” She giggled back. “Would you like to go see your room?” She asked me.
“Uh, sure.”I said, and followed her up the stairs.
When we got to the top, she turned to the left, and as she walked down the hall-way, the floor creaked. She turned to a door that was painted light pink. It was fresh, because I could still smell the faint must of paint. They were expecting me. As Clara opened the door and we walked in, I felt a warm feeling flow through my veins. It reminded me of home, of my room, in my house. It had a queen sized bed with a white canopy over the poles at each corner of the bed. The duvet was light pink, like the door. There was a chest at the end of the bed, with a quilt over it, also light pink. There was a window on the wall directly opposite the door, with a ledge in front of it. Cushions sat on the thin layer of satin mattress lining the ledge. It was perfect. It had beige curtains pulled up on the side. The walls were the same colour as the curtains. A closet sat at the wall opposite the window. It was white and tall. There was a brightly painted red door at the end of the room. It was covered by a light pink, lace curtain. I didn’t want to be nosy, so I didn’t ask what was behind it. Maybe it was there for decoration? But the thing I loved most about my room was the bookcase next to the head of my bed. It was white, and had 4 shelves, full of books of all different sorts.
“I love it.” I stammered.
“I leave you to unpack. When you’re ready, come downstairs and I’ll explain everything.” Clara smiled as she shut the door behind her.
I picked my suitcase up on the bed and unzipped it.
I pulled all my clothes out, my shoes, and my other necessities. I packed all my clothes into the closet and my shoes into the chest at the end of my bed. I put all my other necessities on top of the chest. I pulled the photo of my parents and me out of my suitcase, un-wrapped the bubble wrap that I had wound tightly around it, and placed it carefully in the middle of the chest. After unpacking, I took a deep breath, opened my door, and headed downstairs.
The town I drove into was not what I was expecting. It was cute and sweet, like something out of a movie. The buildings were only around 5 stories high, and the houses were a range from old and big to cute and small. We only drove through a few streets, before we stopped out the front of long driveway.
The guy in the front muttered a “this is it” so low I could barely hear him. I got out of the car, closing the door quietly behind me. The man who was driving got out of the car, and without a word, walked to the back, opened the boot, and yanked my little suitcase out. He dumped it on the lawn, shut the boot, and got back into the car. As the man went to leave, he turned and looked at me through the foggy window of the car. He gave me one, single nod, and drove off. There I stood, all by myself, in a strange town. I didn’t know anyone, nor did I know what to do.
“What the hell am I doing here?” I thought to myself, looking down at my feet, cradled by my sandals, as they sat on the soft, green grass. Memories of my parents started flooding into my mind, as they did most of the time when I was alone. I felt a single, cold tear roll down my cheek, and watched it land, right next to my sandal.
“Destiny?” I heard a sweet voice call my name. I quickly whipped my tear away on my sleeve, and turned. A blonde haired girl was standing there. She looked around 20. She flashed her white teeth at me. “Uh, hi.” I managed to mutter softly. Curse my shyness. “So, you ARE Destiny, right?” she asked, sweetly. “Um. Yes, yes that’s me.” I told her. “Good. Come with me.” She smiled again, and turned towards the long driveway. I had no idea who she was, where I was, or what I was doing, but I picked up my suitcase and followed her up the driveway.
After walking up the long driveway, keeping my eyes and the blonde haired girl, we reached a door.
“Welcome home.” She said happily, and walked through the wooden door. I noticed on my way up, the driveway was lined with palm trees. At the front door, there was a flower bed, with baby-blue flowers lying neatly inside it. The house was beautiful. It was one of the “old and big” ones. It was made out of white bricks and was quite tall. I realised that I should probably stop day-dreaming.
I followed the girl inside. I didn’t even know her name, and I was walking into her home. What if she was faking, and is really my parents’ murderer. And now she wants to murder me? I cursed myself for thinking crazy thoughts. Lately I’d been doing that a lot, second guessing everything.
Inside was average. It was just like a normal house. It wasn’t too fancy, and it wasn’t too bad. I liked it.
“You’ll be staying upstairs Destiny.” The blonde haired girl said, out of the blue.
“Thank you…” I replied.
“What’s your name?” I heard myself ask.
“Clara.” She giggled back. “Would you like to go see your room?” She asked me.
“Uh, sure.”I said, and followed her up the stairs.
When we got to the top, she turned to the left, and as she walked down the hall-way, the floor creaked. She turned to a door that was painted light pink. It was fresh, because I could still smell the faint must of paint. They were expecting me. As Clara opened the door and we walked in, I felt a warm feeling flow through my veins. It reminded me of home, of my room, in my house. It had a queen sized bed with a white canopy over the poles at each corner of the bed. The duvet was light pink, like the door. There was a chest at the end of the bed, with a quilt over it, also light pink. There was a window on the wall directly opposite the door, with a ledge in front of it. Cushions sat on the thin layer of satin mattress lining the ledge. It was perfect. It had beige curtains pulled up on the side. The walls were the same colour as the curtains. A closet sat at the wall opposite the window. It was white and tall. There was a brightly painted red door at the end of the room. It was covered by a light pink, lace curtain. I didn’t want to be nosy, so I didn’t ask what was behind it. Maybe it was there for decoration? But the thing I loved most about my room was the bookcase next to the head of my bed. It was white, and had 4 shelves, full of books of all different sorts.
“I love it.” I stammered.
“I leave you to unpack. When you’re ready, come downstairs and I’ll explain everything.” Clara smiled as she shut the door behind her.
I picked my suitcase up on the bed and unzipped it.
I pulled all my clothes out, my shoes, and my other necessities. I packed all my clothes into the closet and my shoes into the chest at the end of my bed. I put all my other necessities on top of the chest. I pulled the photo of my parents and me out of my suitcase, un-wrapped the bubble wrap that I had wound tightly around it, and placed it carefully in the middle of the chest. After unpacking, I took a deep breath, opened my door, and headed downstairs.
that was the last chapter of Finding Myself until the next book in the series ! :)
If you want to know what happens, you gotta wait for book 2 ! But don't worry, it'll be up soon xoxo
11/21/13