I felt the soft fabric of the blanket under my hands and I sniffed the chilly, autumn air. A crunched, dark, brown leaf fell on top of my nose. I chuckled and took the leaf of my nose. I examined it carefully and traced the outline with my fingers. The leaf was from an oak tree, I thought that I could keep the leaf as a memory of my beloved oak tree. I sat up and leaned on the rough, dry bark on the trunk of the oak. I gazed at the fields ahead of me, around them there was a low, wooden fence and our horses were grazing on them. The horses had different coat colours which made each horse stand out. Each one of them had a horse blanket on, father turned them out today so he must have put the blankets on them. A cold wind blew softly and I felt myself shiver. I wrapped the warm blanket around me. I noticed Delyn was speeding towards me, the leaves crunching under her paws. The German shepherd barked happily and licked my face. She snuggled in beside me and curled into a ball. I stroke her smooth, long, snow-white fur. She looked up at me with her shiny, amber eyes. I gazed into them, I always found myself lost in her eyes.

"You still need to finish your packing, mon petite fleur!" my mother called waking me up from my daydream.

I quickly stood up and brushed leaves and dust off my clothes. Delyn slowly got up with me, a little annoyed that we had to get up. Of course, she was tired from chasing the birds again. I didn't hesitate and I sprinted towards the farmhouse. I stood in front of it for a moment, admiring the wooden structure that has kept up for so long. I sighed as I walked into the house. The warmth of the house was gone, the walls were still painted in the warm colours but almost all of our belongings were packed into bags. The furniture was in the truck that father hired for us. I walked up the wooden stairs and listened to each creak carefully, I'll miss them. I opened the door to my room and I was welcomed by nothing but emptiness. The only piece of furniture that was left besides my bed was my closet with the clothes inside. I didn't want to do this but I'm not going to have my mother finish my packing for me. I started folding my clothes into the suitcase and I found it quite, relaxing? It didn't take me long and when I was finished someone put their hand on my shoulder and sighed.

"We'll be able to see Leigh every day, it'll be okay", Lysandre smiled hopefully at me. I gave him a pleading look in exchange.

"We'll be okay", I whispered, more to myself than to Lysander but I still looked up at him and smiled faintly. I took a moment to look into his mismatched eyes.

My father walked into the room with a man that helped him with the moving. They took the closet down the stairs, out the door and into the truck. I presumed it was heavy because it took them a while. Lysander took my suitcase without a word and went downstairs too. I sighed and looked at my worn-out black converse. I still couldn't believe it was happening.

"Dinner is ready!" my mother's chirpy voice happily called out.

I ran down the wooden stairs and as I got closer I could smell the wonderful scent of herbs and curry. I arrived in the spacious kitchen with a huge grin plastered to my face. I must have looked like a five-year-old girl who just got a pony. I sat down on one of the colourful chairs.

"Are you excited?" my mother questioned me, turning her head towards me, smiling.

"I am more anxious than excited but I'm still excited", I honestly replied to her question.

I never dared to lie to my parents but I think I'll have to, being a sixteen-year-old girl hanging around other teenagers. I don't even have any human friends except Rosalya. I think I'll be a little awkward around people but I still have Rosalya, right?

Father and Lysander came just in time for dinner. They were busy packing up our bags and they still had to pack the rest of our belongings in the morning. They sat down on the chairs beside the table, without a word. Only then I noticed their face expressions, both of them were in deep thought and both of their eyes were screaming hatred. They had an argument, again. I sighed. Mother served us pasta with prawns and curry. It was certainly my favourite dish. As my mother served me my portion, I gave her a small smile and said 'Thank you'. Lysander and father stayed quiet. Each of us ate their food at their own pace. Silence echoed through the room. I glanced at my mother, she was annoyed and worried. She put her fork down and spoke up.

"Marcel, what happened?" she asked him harshly, glaring at him impatiently.

"Lysander, explain yourself", my father demanded an answer from him, staring at him. I glanced at his eyes. They were burning with fury. What did he do?

"I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean w-what I s-said", Lysander stuttered and stared at patterns of flowers on the table cloth. Just watching them argue made me terrified.

"We want to hear what you said to me, don't be shy", my father's tone was louder and he was red from anger. Mother and I always tried to stay out of their arguments, unless it got dangerous.

"You're an awful father to bring us to totally different surroundings while we're growing up, it could end up bad!" Lysander shouted, obviously annoyed, standing up from his seat while staring at his father.

"CALM DOWN YOU TWO!" My mother got up on her feet and literally roared that when father opened his mouth to say something. Lysander and father froze and Lysander and mother sat down together. We went back to eating our dinner and my mother started a conversation.

"I already gave all your enrolement forms and everything necessary to the high-school so you don't need to be bothered by anything on your first day", my mother laughed, pretending nothing happened.

Everyone joined in to the conversation about the high-school Lysander and I were going to. Lysander and father even talked between each other. It was always like this, they got into an argument then everything would be okay. It seemed odd to me that they sometimes laughed at themselves after a fight but I guess that's the relation between my father and my brothers.

I finished my dinner and excused myself from the table. I gave my mother a kiss on the cheek and told her the meal was delicious. I trotted out the kitchen and put my shoes on. I couldn't wait to see the sunset. I grabbed my water-proof regatta coat on the way out and Delyn followed me. I slammed the fragile door shut and ran straight to my beloved oak.

The sky was magical with it being orange, pink and yellow, including the clouds that were a milky colour, faded with the sky. I stared in awe and watched the sun flash its last rays of sunshine before it disappeared behind the fields. I took my notepad out of my coat pocket and sat down on the blanket that I left behind earlier. Once again, I leaned against the tree's rough bark. I sketched the fields and I decided to write my daily short song/poem to lighten up my mood.

The sun slowly disappears behind the horizon,

I never knew something so simple could be so magical,

And I can only wish for this moment to last because,

I'm leaving tomorrow morning and I can't come back.

For the first time today, my eyes got watery. I couldn't keep the tears in anymore. One by one each salty tear escaped my eyes. I sat under an oak with a wonderful sunset in front of me and I was crying. It was happiness, I was happy for myself. Whatever was ahead of me, it will sure be great fun. I won't regret anything. Delyn licked my cheeks and gave me a reassuring look. I chuckled at her and patted her soft fur. Somehow, we'll get through this.

I didn't realize but it got dark very quickly. I didn't mind, I loved the dark. The horses still accompanied me. They were probably staying out on the fields for the night. I didn't mind extra company. Uncle and his family will come in the morning to move in. They'll be taking care of the farm from tomorrow on.

Delyn dozed off and fell asleep with her head between my legs. It was quite chilly with the wind blowing slightly but I had my coat and Delyn so I was more warm than cold.

The sky slowly filled up with stars. Different sizes and even colours, occasionally a plane flew by, flashing its red and blue lights. I always admired stars and the fact that what we see in the night sky happened hundreds of years ago. When I first found out about this I started to admire stars even more. I tried to make out the constellations in the sky from my memory. I saw the North Star and even Venus. The planet appeared as one of the brightest and biggest stars in sight. I examined each star carefully and then trying to count them. Unfortunately, there were too many of them and I got confused. I gazed at the sky in awe when a star flashed. A shooting star, I can finally make a wish! I giggled. I had waited for this moment for so long.

"I wish for true love", I whispered looking at the spot where the star flashed.

'I hope my wish will come true, eventually', I thought to myself.