"A life story"
Title: A life story
Author: Julia R.
Category: Drama
Characters: Mainly Julia Ogden. Warning, William Murdoch comes only at chapter 15. So be patient, this story is about Julia Ogden first. ;)
Summary: Sometimes in life events mark you forever, a detail touches you so deeply that it dictate all your decisions in the future, and forever.
Disclaimer: The Murdoch Mysteries series is not my property. I'm just borrowing the characters .I receives no money for this story.
1. Freedom
There is one thing that has always soothed me, something that made me forget who I was, as if it was enough to close my eyes to get away from this place and fly away, far far away.
The tree is up, this is the highest of the property. Many times I wondered what could be the view from the top, and often a voice calling me to get me to stop dreaming, to resume my lessons and my cross stitch.
But this day is too good to stay locked with Claire, my nurse, or Mother, always immersed in a thick book. Martin, the son of our gardener gave me one of his shirt and pants that I am eager to put to climb this tree that has always fascinated me. I stood there for many minutes, down the trunk, looking up at the majestic branches. I took a deep breath, I had to be brave because I finally have the opportunity to achieve this feat. Now or never.
The bark is hard under my fingers, my palms are burning, my legs trem aggregated, I bit my lip as the climb is difficult. I feel falter, but I continue again and again, a panel after another, finally to arrive on that one that I consider pretty solid and high-pitched.
The summit is still far away, but I have enough fear of not being able to get down. I gently glides over the branch, barely noticing that my pants was hooked. Sharply enough to release it, tearing on my thigh.
Well, I don't care, the game was well worth the effort. The view is great. Our property is on a hill, so I can see the city spread to my feet. The wind blows a little, but July is very hot and I close my eyes, imagining flying with him, discovering the world. Meet wild animals in Africa. It is said that there are men as black as night and they carry big self bone as neck collars. Claire also tells me that across the ocean are people with small eyes if they are mere slits on their face, and that women are afraid of the sun and hides behind huge screens.
My dream is to see the world and see all these things on the back of a bird.
-JULIA ELIZABETH OGDEN.
This voice bode well and I can only imagine the angry face of my mother who is in the bottom of the tree.
-Mother?
-Get off immediately.
I should have known at one time or another someone was going to notice my getaway. I do not know, my father or my mother, who is more conciliatory toward me, but I'm about to know because I see him, approaching too.
I go down painfully to come stand in front of them, yet not daring to look.
-Can I know what you were doing up there miss?
-I watched the city and clouds.
-This required you to put your life in danger? My father whispered in his deep voice.
-I was not in danger.
-Do not look up at the sky, my mother scolded, look at you a little miss, you are like a boy.
I do not have time to answer that she already slides her hands in my hairs to remove leaves and try to discipline strands escaping from my mat.
-And you have torn Martin's pants.
-We will buy him another, I sighed.
-Certainly not, shot my father, you are going to sew yourself.
-I am unable to sew, this is a total boredom.
-Well, you will learn and understand that every action has consequences.
I simply nodded. What could I answer? I know that when he uses that tone, nothing to add.
My mother took my hand and sighed before turning to him.
-And do not think of getting on this tree, you could break your neck.
-But I do not think of that,he said, smiling.
-You are a bad liar, I know exactly who our daughter holds this adventurous character.
-Let's hope that Ruby is wise as you are, dear.
-A the age of two years Ruby does not walk alone exploring the attic of the house, my mother sighed looking at me, then she should not climb the highest tree of property just after her seven years as Julia does .
-Forgive me, Mother.
I see anger disappear from her eyes before finally seeing a smile on her lips.
-Let's go inside and let you put clothes more suited to a young girl.
-Yes Mother.
I follow obediently in silence before finally turning one last time to see my father's watching the tree, hands behind his back.
MY tree, the one who taught me a word that I will remember all my life: Freedom.
To be continued...