My World
Written By Shadow Eevee
My life began on July 27, 1574, I don't remember much about my life then. The earliest I can remember is eight years old. Even then I don't remember much then either, but I can tell you the day my parents died and I fell into a coma. It started as a normal day. I woke up walked into the dinning room for breakfast. My dad was sitting in his chair drinking his morning tea and reading the paper he saw me walk into the room and gave me his usual greeting. I said morning and proceeded to sit in my chair. My mother walked in and handed me my plate of food. I took it thanked her then I began to eat. After I finished my father announced that we were to take a trip to his parents house for some special occasion, but I can not remember what it was. We never made it to their house, but i'm getting a little ahead of myself. So we got ready to leave me and mom in our best dresses my father in his best suit. Then we got into our horse drawn carriage. It was going to be a long trip to my grandparents house. It happen an hour or so after we left. We was passing through the woods a tree fell on our carriage. I was thrown off and that's the last I remember before waking up. I woke up it was complete dark. I could barely move I began to panic and I screamed for what felt like a really long time. I heard people moving and running around. I apparently was in a shallow grave. I was rushed to a doctor near the graveyard. The doctor started to examine me and it seemed I was ok because he then called the nurse then called the local priest. In fact looking back now it was funny because they thought I was an evil spirt possessing myself. After what seemed like forever he called the doctor and a few others in and said I was ok. I was then escorted to a carriage and taken to the local orphanage. I stayed there for two years. While I was there the lady that ran the place had me study on how to clean, cook, and take care of the younger childern. One day while i was working in the kitchen. She comes up to me and say's to pack my things I have a very important person waiting for me in her office. After a while i had my things and i was waiting outside her door. i heard my name mentioned a few times. Finally i was called in. I meet the man he was the royal book keeper. he told me my mother had some family still alive way away in some place called londen england. Next thing i know i'm on a boat headed to china then i was to get on a transport to london. it took 6 months to get to china. Oh i almost forgot an important part of this tale. the tree that fell on us was no accdent it was caused by a group of bandits and i was in the coma for 2 years and the grave i was in had an air hole and string tied to a bell. Ok so now i'm in china i found the caravan that was heading west to india and there i was to join another one that was head to turkey form there they headed to england. Nothing to serious happened on my trip until I was with the caravan from turkey to england for some reason as we were passing through romania we got held up in transylvania. I ended up being there for a week and half while there I stayed near the caravan in a small hotel. Three days before we were to leave i met this young man he was really nice to me. i spent a lot of time with him we talked alot his english was not so good neither was mine but we still had a good time talking and haveing fun.