Chapter 1: Lost and Found; pt3
After I enter my room, I hop in to my not so soft plain covered bed. It was almost like a flat rock bed rather soft or comfortable. I didn't ask my Ma why she change my coversheet of my bed, and as if no cushion or cotton under it. I hope she explain this tomorrow. But for now, I need to sleep. The cold stormy night didn't stop, the wind changes direction. Now the wind is to the west. It got chilly a bit in the second floor; why my Ma packed my favorite viola rose pattern blanket too. I really need that thick blanket, now I feel like a frozen fish that can't find a warmer water. What was Ma thinking?!
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The birds started to sing as if it's morning, my eyes were half awake. And as I looked outside of my right wooden window it's still dark and... The rain is lighter than last night. I closed my eyes again just to get sleep again, all the sudden. "Matilda!" As Ma opens my wooden door. I didn't answer at first, and my body looks like didn't want to sleep anymore. I did the supine position just to get stretched like a cat; I really yawn a lot before answering Ma. And rather I greeted my Ma always with my precious smile, now I greeted her with my gloomy face. "Now don't give that look you have work to do." She said before walks away from my room; and yet my gloomy face still on. I did a prone position but my arm sticking out of my bed, I did sleep early why I look like tired? Did something happen last night and I didn't feel at all. As I get up from my rock bed, my hair got tangled up. And well combing hair isn't easy at all. Near by the wooden door was an oval shape mirror, sitting in a small table. The home-made chair is more comfortable than the rock bed. As I comb my hair my mind throws me back the dream, that I dreamed last night; the background isn't blurry. But today my right eye is injured, and today it shows it's my own house and Ma was standing outside in the left corner of our house. But those word she said still cannot hear, or able to understand. Do I really need to connect the dream? It just dreams that never meant to be real, my thought said. About an hour I finished combing my hair; now it's wavy. "Matilda, you done combing your hair?" Ma asked. "Yeah, just a sec!" I answered back. Before I even stand-up Pa was watching me in silence. I didn't notice that he was there in my wooden door; I really inherited his habit. "Morning Pa" I greeted him. "Morning, get your packed scrip your mother will explain outside" he said before leaving me in my room: I was speechless. Before grabbing my packed scrip to set off, I look again at my right wooden window the sun is rising. Now this is morning, yet a slight light rain still here; lighter than before. I didn't look exited at all; my heart is beating fast as if my heart is worried. I spring up just to get packed scrip... One larger, three medium ones, and one small scrip. All the design to look like mud and leaves, I bet it's for camouflage; and I don't know why.
As I carried the large scrip at the back, the two at my shoulder, one in the middle, and tied the small one to the large scrip. Hasn't weigh much to me. It almost like carrying an oak log in one arm of mine. I walk out to my room without trembling same as walking down the stairs; I used to be carrying oak logs in the past 6 years ago. I had inherited on my Ma's strength. They be really worried to me at first while carrying the oak log.
But before I got outside Pa let me eat some cooked- Stag?!; I really hate eating a stag or doe. As I go outside Pa left the oak door open, and Pa was near by the oak door. So, I asked Pa where is she. He pointed out where Ma is, Ma was at the left corner of our house, but in the left arm she's hiding something. She lifts her right index finger pointing out where I will stand. It was silence. None of us moved, then she attacked me at high speed, injuring my right eye. I moved far away from her and I remembered that I dreamed this. Before I asked Ma she began to talk. "You really need to run as fast you can, those men will hunt you down. Because you're a precognition Matilda" Those words she said shocked me.