..sigh.
I lean on the balcony.
It certainly is boring isn't it?
Silence. Silence itself is a weapon against anyone.
And I bet your little cotton socks, that silence dislikes- scratch that, despises me more than anyone.
I even have a habit of shedding a tear, when not a sound is heard.
For some odd reason.. my body does that by itself, weird isn't it?
I'm glad that, birds tweet. That dogs bark. And that cats meow, in the mornings.
Why? Otherwise I'd never stop crying in the morning.
And also did I mention I-

"Mistress!" A voice calls.

- live in a Mansion, with my Papa, Mama and little brother?
I wouldn't say my family and I are rich, but.. we're pretty famous around most continents of the world.
My papa, famous for his inventions, and my mama, famous for her modeling.
Me , who loved to dress to impress, and decorate everyones style, clothes, shoes you name it, sort of a 'fashionista' if you will.
And my little brother, Max, who shone best in painting.

"Mistress! It's time for breakfast!" It calls again.

I was already dressed, brushed and washed, before that maid called for me.
Oh, if you were wondering, I don't go to 'normal' school like 'normal' teenagers should.
I've been locked up in this hell hole for- jesus, I don't even know how long.
I've read every book in our library, heck, I may even of read half of the books in our library twice, or over.
Walking towards the door I thought, maybe today.
Maybe they'd.. let me go into the garden?
I love reading, and writing, but what I love most, is gardening.
Whenever I look outside from the balcony, the first thing I spot is the Garden.
Even though I'm far away from it, the smell, the smell of the garden, it's magnificent.
Lillies, Roses, Tulips, Bluebells, Bird of Paradise flowers, Daffodils.. more or less every flower you can differ in the summer.
Not to mention the eye catching, perfectly shaped pond.

Oh right. Breakfast.
I open my door, step out into the hallway, then close it quietly.
Max is still asleep.
Despite that maid's yelling. He's still asleep.
I open Max's door and open the curtains, and get his clothes.
..wait.
Shall I tell you something?
Max never listens to anyone when he sleeps.. anyone but..

"Max. Max it's time to get up. Time to rise, time to shine, paint, and play." I whisper.

From under his sheets, Max puts both of his arms around my neck, and I haul him up, then put him down.
He rubs his eyes, and yawns.

"Hey sis.. can I go to school today?" He quietly asks, with a soft yawn.

I hate this. They disapoint us both. We both want to go to school, meet people, makes friends. But we can't.
We're too.. " Valuable ". As they put it.

"I'm afraid not, my dear Max. Maybe another day." I reply, calmy, and softly.

Just looking at Max, yells "CUTE" to me. Cute little brothers, are the most mood brightening time of the morning.

Once Max was dressed and washed, I headed downstairs, hand-in-hand with my little brother.
He looked at me with a hint of sadness in his big blues eyes.
I told him, it would be alright, and that..

Maybe.

Maybe today, they let us.

Maybe they'll let us, run, and play, feel the softness of the grass.

Maybe they'll let us feel the tenderness of frendship, and the bittersweet love of our bestfriends.