Unknown Territory
I leaned against the bark of the old willow tree. The branches reached over my damp head. Droplets of cold water washed down from the sad sky. I was depressed and bitterly sad.
Only a few people were unfortunate enough to experience this kind of pain. Your whole body was engrossed with misery and torment. Cold needles shoot through your body, or so it seems.
My parents had abandoned me. They didn't want me, no one wanted me. I was forced to live on the streets alone. I got by by eating berries and fruit from trees and bushes. I've never tasted meat, or candy, in my life.
It had been like that for 13 years. I never wandered around; I stayed in one place, by the old willow tree. I didn't know what I looked like, for I have never seen myself in a mirror, and I didn't have a name.
My eyes wandered around the empty field, searching for someone to hold me, and make it all better. As my eyes gazed out into the wide, open space I saw something interesting. It was whitish-grey, like clouds, only it was coming up from behind a hill. For 13 years I have stayed in the same place, but today, I decided to explore.
I grabbed a handful of berries and headed off. Many feelings took over my mind: Fear, worry, and excitement. As I got closer to the mysterious grey clouds, I found out where they were coming from. It was coming from a brick chimney, and underneath that, was a charming brick home. I was curious, so I knocked on the door.
A woman was standing there. She had short, light-colored hair with pale blue eyes.
"Hello? May I help you?" she asked. Her voice was soft and pleasant, like silk. She stared down at me with a half-smile on her face.
"Uhhh, w-well, I-I don't know. You see, I was abandoned when I was born, and f-forced to live on the s-streets. I live by the old willow t- tree. And anyway, I saw grey stuff coming out from your home, and I was curious, so . . ." I stammered. The woman's face changed into a shocked expression.
"Oh, poor dear, what is your name?"
"I-I don't have a name," I blinked back tears.
"Oh, honey, come in, please come in!" the woman exclaimed. I obeyed her and walked in. "Have some of my pork chops!" She hurried into another room and came out with with some pinkish-brown things on a plate. The woman smiled down at me, and I took a bite. Those 'pork chops' were the most delicious things I have ever tasted in my life.
"Mmmmmm!!! These are soo good!" I exclaimed.
"Thank you, dear!" the woman seemed pleased. She looked at me with her calming blue eyes. "Honey, call me Mrs. Thompson."
"Why?" I asked.
"We're going to adopt you!" Mrs. Thompson exclaimed.
"Adopt me?" I cried, "But, I mean, this is the first time you've ever looked at me, your husband hasn't even met me yet! You-you, can't p- possibly make a decision this fast!"
"Oh, but dear, you see, we've been watching you, out by the old willow tree for all these years. After a while, we decided we wanted to adopt you, we were just waiting for the right time. And, I believe this is the perfect time," she said calmly. I was in stunned. After 13 years of misery and tears, I was finally getting adopted. But, I didn't feel how I thought I would feel. Instead of feeling thrilled and happy, I was, well, sort of wistful.
I spent the night there, and in the morning Mrs. and Mr. Thompson drove down to a place to fill out some papers for my adoption. The car trip was less than pleasant.
"Ooo, I don't feel to well," I moaned. My stomach flipped all the way to the building.
After a short while, Mr. Thompson signed the last paper and we headed back to the house. When we got back to the house, Mrs. Thompson showed me around the house. Most of the rooms were nice, and had a very soft flooring. Mrs. Thompson stopped at one particular room. It had a funny looking thing that had white and black little rectangles.
"This is the piano room, and I'm going to teach you how to play the piano!" Mrs. Thompson exclaimed. She pointed to the funny looking thing.
"Piano?" I questioned her.
"Yes! Go over and press down on those white and black things," she told me. I obeyed her and sat down on the bench and pressed down on those keys. Mrs. Thompson looked like she was expecting a horrible sound. I hesitated, but Mrs. Thompson gave me a reassuring smile.
A pretty sound came out when I pressed the keys.
"Anne!" Mrs. Thompson exclaimed. I stopped playing abruptly.
"Who's Anne?" I asked.
"Honey, that's your real name, we checked your birth certificate. Anne, play that again!" I repeated what I played before. "Amazing, Anne, I think you have a gift for playing the piano!"
I leaned against the bark of the old willow tree. The branches reached over my damp head. Droplets of cold water washed down from the sad sky. I was depressed and bitterly sad.
Only a few people were unfortunate enough to experience this kind of pain. Your whole body was engrossed with misery and torment. Cold needles shoot through your body, or so it seems.
My parents had abandoned me. They didn't want me, no one wanted me. I was forced to live on the streets alone. I got by by eating berries and fruit from trees and bushes. I've never tasted meat, or candy, in my life.
It had been like that for 13 years. I never wandered around; I stayed in one place, by the old willow tree. I didn't know what I looked like, for I have never seen myself in a mirror, and I didn't have a name.
My eyes wandered around the empty field, searching for someone to hold me, and make it all better. As my eyes gazed out into the wide, open space I saw something interesting. It was whitish-grey, like clouds, only it was coming up from behind a hill. For 13 years I have stayed in the same place, but today, I decided to explore.
I grabbed a handful of berries and headed off. Many feelings took over my mind: Fear, worry, and excitement. As I got closer to the mysterious grey clouds, I found out where they were coming from. It was coming from a brick chimney, and underneath that, was a charming brick home. I was curious, so I knocked on the door.
A woman was standing there. She had short, light-colored hair with pale blue eyes.
"Hello? May I help you?" she asked. Her voice was soft and pleasant, like silk. She stared down at me with a half-smile on her face.
"Uhhh, w-well, I-I don't know. You see, I was abandoned when I was born, and f-forced to live on the s-streets. I live by the old willow t- tree. And anyway, I saw grey stuff coming out from your home, and I was curious, so . . ." I stammered. The woman's face changed into a shocked expression.
"Oh, poor dear, what is your name?"
"I-I don't have a name," I blinked back tears.
"Oh, honey, come in, please come in!" the woman exclaimed. I obeyed her and walked in. "Have some of my pork chops!" She hurried into another room and came out with with some pinkish-brown things on a plate. The woman smiled down at me, and I took a bite. Those 'pork chops' were the most delicious things I have ever tasted in my life.
"Mmmmmm!!! These are soo good!" I exclaimed.
"Thank you, dear!" the woman seemed pleased. She looked at me with her calming blue eyes. "Honey, call me Mrs. Thompson."
"Why?" I asked.
"We're going to adopt you!" Mrs. Thompson exclaimed.
"Adopt me?" I cried, "But, I mean, this is the first time you've ever looked at me, your husband hasn't even met me yet! You-you, can't p- possibly make a decision this fast!"
"Oh, but dear, you see, we've been watching you, out by the old willow tree for all these years. After a while, we decided we wanted to adopt you, we were just waiting for the right time. And, I believe this is the perfect time," she said calmly. I was in stunned. After 13 years of misery and tears, I was finally getting adopted. But, I didn't feel how I thought I would feel. Instead of feeling thrilled and happy, I was, well, sort of wistful.
I spent the night there, and in the morning Mrs. and Mr. Thompson drove down to a place to fill out some papers for my adoption. The car trip was less than pleasant.
"Ooo, I don't feel to well," I moaned. My stomach flipped all the way to the building.
After a short while, Mr. Thompson signed the last paper and we headed back to the house. When we got back to the house, Mrs. Thompson showed me around the house. Most of the rooms were nice, and had a very soft flooring. Mrs. Thompson stopped at one particular room. It had a funny looking thing that had white and black little rectangles.
"This is the piano room, and I'm going to teach you how to play the piano!" Mrs. Thompson exclaimed. She pointed to the funny looking thing.
"Piano?" I questioned her.
"Yes! Go over and press down on those white and black things," she told me. I obeyed her and sat down on the bench and pressed down on those keys. Mrs. Thompson looked like she was expecting a horrible sound. I hesitated, but Mrs. Thompson gave me a reassuring smile.
A pretty sound came out when I pressed the keys.
"Anne!" Mrs. Thompson exclaimed. I stopped playing abruptly.
"Who's Anne?" I asked.
"Honey, that's your real name, we checked your birth certificate. Anne, play that again!" I repeated what I played before. "Amazing, Anne, I think you have a gift for playing the piano!"
