Rachael and I stumbled down the plane at Washington. No, in truth, Rachael stumbled down while I was heaving our luggage down. I'll never criticize the time it used to take for my butler to take our entire luggage down the plane. Every single one of the passengers was gawking at me, which made me blush. Definitely not a good sign.
I was once the daughter and heiress of a world-known company, born with a silver spoon in my mouth. That was when the new product my company was manufacturing malfunctioned and I became poor overnight, stripped of my future and everything that came with it. Thomas Raven, the father I had always loved and respected, ran off with the secret stash of money Rachael and I had saved, in case we needed it, and left only a few of the less pricey jewelry. For months, we searched for a house within our budget, but to no avail. We were about to give up our search when Rachael received a call from someone called Carlisle about a house he wanted to sell, located at the northwest of Washington State in the Olympic Peninsula, in a town called Hallows.
After paying for the house, we found that we had plenty to spare, so we repainted the two bedrooms faced out over the front yard and some of the furniture were replaced. Rachael took the larger room while I took the smaller one; it didn't matter who gets which since both of them were about the same size, the only difference was the closet space. I painted mine forest green, Rachael painted hers beige, and I drew some flowers on them.
While Rachael was out on errands, I took out my drawing kit and began drawing on the walls of my bedroom. On the wall facing my bed, I drew a small meadow with wildflowers − violet, yellow and soft white. And on the two opposite walls, I drew two sisters; the younger sister with dark tresses and a pair of pale purple eyes and the older sister with long lustrous mahogany hair and eyes the exact same shade as the younger sister. Both were unforgettable, especially the younger sister. They were wearing sundresses; one white and the other light blue. I went on painting, making the whole picture seem more realistic.
Only when I heard Rachael's car stop at the front yard did I snap back to reality. I took a step back and examined my work. As always, it was flawless and extremely well-detailed. Then, Rachael entered the room and saw what I had done on the walls. Her face, which was wrinkled with laugh lines, broke into a beautiful smile.
"It's beautiful, Rena. How about continuing with Art?"She asked. I saw the sacrifice in her eyes and knew that it would cost too much and would be over our budget.
"No, Mom. I can do without it, besides, I only took it out of curiousity," I lied, forcing a smile on my face. "Why don't you help me sort out my clothes, Mom?"
In the end, we spent the whole of that day and the next few on the clothes. Who knew how much clothes I had? Rachael continued babbling on and on about my new school and how to get there, practically every second of the way. How was i supposed to be excited when the girl I treated as my best friend, Seline, dumped me soon after i became poor? She had helped me regain the self-esteem I had lost, then stamped on it like how people trodded on cockroaches. Even though, in my condition, i could never accept a new environment, but the choice was not mine to make. I had to finish my education first.
During the last few weeks of the summer holiday, I sat on the windowsill in my bedroom, wrapped in a thick blanket, staring dejectedly into the near-constant cover of clouds with silent angry tears falling down.
This is the starting of a whole new life here in Hallows.
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