AN- Hi peeps I'm back with chapter 2! Thank you for everyone that reviewed it really means a lot to me ^-^
Dedication- I dedicate this chapter to Frances and Clamp, and all my friends.
Disclaimer- I don't own the plot Frances does . I also don't own the characters Clamp does, but I do own some of the plot and some of the characters.
The Secret Garden
Chapter Two: The Travel to Misselthwaite
Rating G
"I can't believe it!" said the man "it's actually her the child!"
Sakura just stared at them . A soured look came upon her face.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?!" she demanded.
Ignoring her question, one man spoke up:
"Are you the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Avalon?"
Sakura didn't answer his question. All she did was stare at him with her hard emerald orbs. There was no sign of love in them, all of it was pure hatred.
"Why hasn't anyone come for me!?" she half demanded and questioned stamping her foot.
The men looked at each other then, turned to Sakura with a look of pity on their faces.
"Because there is no one left"
Sakura never really cared for her parents. For they cared to much about parties to care for her, but as soon as that escaped his lips it all dawned on her. That was why it was quiet, that was why no one came, and now she was left an orphan.
*Dock in Liverpool England*
The days that followed was weird for Sakura. The two men took her to see a doctor to see if she was ill, but she came out a success with no sign of illness. Then they looked up different stuff, and found out that the person that was supposed to care for her was in England.
She was set a sail a small vessel till she docked.
As she was stepping down the bridge she could hear different kids whispering.
"I heard she was so ugly that they kept her locked in her room so no one could see her" said a girl
.
"I heard her parents never loved her" said another girl.
Sakura ignored the rude comments and continued walking.
She came into a room were there was lots of people waiting to claim different kids. All of them seemed happy to see the kids.
"Number 40 and 41 Timothy and Jacob Adams" Said a man going through a list of names.
At hearing their names two boys stepped out of the crowd as a big man stepped up to greet them.
"Number 42 Kate Willcox"
At hearing her name a little girl around eight stepped out of the crowd. An elderly woman came out to greet her with a hug.
"Number 43 Sakura Avalon"
There was whispers about the kids at hearing her name. The grownups looked at each other, but no one came up to greet the child.
The man took a bigger microphone.
"NUMBER 43 SAKURA AVALON" the man said bellowing louder into the mircophone. Still no one came he looked down at the girl. "Just step aside"
She stepped aside and watched as all the other kids got greeted and hugged. She didn't so no sign of sympathy; all she did was just walk over to a bench and sat down. She was tired from her long journy so she curled up and went to sleep.
*3 hours later*
A woman all dressed in black trudged down wet path of the docking grounds. She was a stern looking woman with her head drawn high. She noticed not to far away, a little girl about the age of thirteen curled upon a bench.
"Excuse me is that Sakura Avalon?" she asked the man that was telling the kids earlier were to go.
He opened up a book and skimmed threw the pages.
"Yes, number 43 Sakura Avalon" The man answered
At hearing her name she awoke to see the woman and the man.
"I'm Mrs. Medlock caretaker to Lord Archibald Craven her guardian" she said and turned to look at Sakura "My word quite the sour one isn't she? Her mother was a beauty looks like she didn't hand that one down huh?"
"Children grow who knows she might be prettier" he said touching her face.
Sakura drew back really quickly from his hand.
"Well come, we have a long journey ahead of us" and with that said Mrs. Medlock turned and headed the other way.
Sakura got her stuff together and trudged after her.
*Carriage*
It was dark and damp night the horses hooves trudged along the muddy path. Sakura stared out the window even though she couldn't see a thing. She didn't feel like facing the other way
.
Mrs. Medlock just stared at her even though she isn't a beauty she sure has her aunts eyes Mrs. Medlock thought to herself.
She decided to draw up a conversation.
"Well I might as well tell you where you are going to" she paused "Do you know anything about your uncle?"
"No" said Sakura
"Didn't your mother and father ever talk about him?"
"No, she didn't have time to tell me stories" Sakura frowned thinking her mother never would have told her anything.
"Humph" Mrs. Melock muttered "Well I suppose I might as well tell you, you are going to a queer place."
'
Sakura still didn't say anything anything back.
Mrs. Medlock looked rather discomforted by the fact this girl was not listening to her. So she began again.
"It really is quite beautiful in a gloomy sort of way, there are nearly 100 rooms, and gardens line the place every were. It's just mostly an endless stretch of moor. There is lots of fine furniture and paintings inside the house. Everybody does as they are told no questions asked and we expect you to be the same way"
Sakura still stared out the window but she still listened. It didn't sound like India at all, well except the doing what you are told thing, but the thing that really drew Sakura's attention was the moor and the gardens.
"Whats a moor?"Sakura questioned out loud all of a sudden.
Mrs. Medlock wasn't expecting an answer, and was quite alarmed at the fact that she said anything at all.
"well mostly its a lot of grass that just goes on and on" Mrs. Medlock answered.
Sakura stared out the window and nodded. The sky was coming lighter and lighter.
"What about my uncle?" Sakura asked.
"Well" Mrs. Medlock sighed sighed "You won't be seeing him for quite some time he goes for months at a time."
"why?" Sakura asked
"Because his wife died"
"She died!"Sakura exclaimed shocked.
Sakura said this unexpectedly which made Mrs. Medlock jump.
"Yes, she did thirteen years ago. Ever since then he has been a loner probably because he has a crooked back"
"oh"
That ended the conversation for Mrs. Medlock fell asleep.
Sakura felt a little drowsy herself. Just as she was about to close her eyes, she spotted something in the distance. It was something white as it got lighter she could make out a boy riding a pony.
*Boys POV*
The boy rode his pony through the morning of the moor when he saw a carriage. Being curious he got closer he saw a girl was in it staring out the window, and for a brief moment there eyes met. Which caused both of them to go into a trance.
Is that the girl Madison was talking about? he wondered.
*Sakura's POV*
She lost eye contact with the boy she felt rather strange for some reason. She felt her face and it was hot and pink.
Am I blushing? she wondered.
Then the carriage came to a complete stop causing Mrs. Medlock to wake up.
"Oh good hears Misselthwaite now"
AN- Hope you liked it! R+R!!
Dedication- I dedicate this chapter to Frances and Clamp, and all my friends.
Disclaimer- I don't own the plot Frances does . I also don't own the characters Clamp does, but I do own some of the plot and some of the characters.
The Secret Garden
Chapter Two: The Travel to Misselthwaite
Rating G
"I can't believe it!" said the man "it's actually her the child!"
Sakura just stared at them . A soured look came upon her face.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?!" she demanded.
Ignoring her question, one man spoke up:
"Are you the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Avalon?"
Sakura didn't answer his question. All she did was stare at him with her hard emerald orbs. There was no sign of love in them, all of it was pure hatred.
"Why hasn't anyone come for me!?" she half demanded and questioned stamping her foot.
The men looked at each other then, turned to Sakura with a look of pity on their faces.
"Because there is no one left"
Sakura never really cared for her parents. For they cared to much about parties to care for her, but as soon as that escaped his lips it all dawned on her. That was why it was quiet, that was why no one came, and now she was left an orphan.
*Dock in Liverpool England*
The days that followed was weird for Sakura. The two men took her to see a doctor to see if she was ill, but she came out a success with no sign of illness. Then they looked up different stuff, and found out that the person that was supposed to care for her was in England.
She was set a sail a small vessel till she docked.
As she was stepping down the bridge she could hear different kids whispering.
"I heard she was so ugly that they kept her locked in her room so no one could see her" said a girl
.
"I heard her parents never loved her" said another girl.
Sakura ignored the rude comments and continued walking.
She came into a room were there was lots of people waiting to claim different kids. All of them seemed happy to see the kids.
"Number 40 and 41 Timothy and Jacob Adams" Said a man going through a list of names.
At hearing their names two boys stepped out of the crowd as a big man stepped up to greet them.
"Number 42 Kate Willcox"
At hearing her name a little girl around eight stepped out of the crowd. An elderly woman came out to greet her with a hug.
"Number 43 Sakura Avalon"
There was whispers about the kids at hearing her name. The grownups looked at each other, but no one came up to greet the child.
The man took a bigger microphone.
"NUMBER 43 SAKURA AVALON" the man said bellowing louder into the mircophone. Still no one came he looked down at the girl. "Just step aside"
She stepped aside and watched as all the other kids got greeted and hugged. She didn't so no sign of sympathy; all she did was just walk over to a bench and sat down. She was tired from her long journy so she curled up and went to sleep.
*3 hours later*
A woman all dressed in black trudged down wet path of the docking grounds. She was a stern looking woman with her head drawn high. She noticed not to far away, a little girl about the age of thirteen curled upon a bench.
"Excuse me is that Sakura Avalon?" she asked the man that was telling the kids earlier were to go.
He opened up a book and skimmed threw the pages.
"Yes, number 43 Sakura Avalon" The man answered
At hearing her name she awoke to see the woman and the man.
"I'm Mrs. Medlock caretaker to Lord Archibald Craven her guardian" she said and turned to look at Sakura "My word quite the sour one isn't she? Her mother was a beauty looks like she didn't hand that one down huh?"
"Children grow who knows she might be prettier" he said touching her face.
Sakura drew back really quickly from his hand.
"Well come, we have a long journey ahead of us" and with that said Mrs. Medlock turned and headed the other way.
Sakura got her stuff together and trudged after her.
*Carriage*
It was dark and damp night the horses hooves trudged along the muddy path. Sakura stared out the window even though she couldn't see a thing. She didn't feel like facing the other way
.
Mrs. Medlock just stared at her even though she isn't a beauty she sure has her aunts eyes Mrs. Medlock thought to herself.
She decided to draw up a conversation.
"Well I might as well tell you where you are going to" she paused "Do you know anything about your uncle?"
"No" said Sakura
"Didn't your mother and father ever talk about him?"
"No, she didn't have time to tell me stories" Sakura frowned thinking her mother never would have told her anything.
"Humph" Mrs. Melock muttered "Well I suppose I might as well tell you, you are going to a queer place."
'
Sakura still didn't say anything anything back.
Mrs. Medlock looked rather discomforted by the fact this girl was not listening to her. So she began again.
"It really is quite beautiful in a gloomy sort of way, there are nearly 100 rooms, and gardens line the place every were. It's just mostly an endless stretch of moor. There is lots of fine furniture and paintings inside the house. Everybody does as they are told no questions asked and we expect you to be the same way"
Sakura still stared out the window but she still listened. It didn't sound like India at all, well except the doing what you are told thing, but the thing that really drew Sakura's attention was the moor and the gardens.
"Whats a moor?"Sakura questioned out loud all of a sudden.
Mrs. Medlock wasn't expecting an answer, and was quite alarmed at the fact that she said anything at all.
"well mostly its a lot of grass that just goes on and on" Mrs. Medlock answered.
Sakura stared out the window and nodded. The sky was coming lighter and lighter.
"What about my uncle?" Sakura asked.
"Well" Mrs. Medlock sighed sighed "You won't be seeing him for quite some time he goes for months at a time."
"why?" Sakura asked
"Because his wife died"
"She died!"Sakura exclaimed shocked.
Sakura said this unexpectedly which made Mrs. Medlock jump.
"Yes, she did thirteen years ago. Ever since then he has been a loner probably because he has a crooked back"
"oh"
That ended the conversation for Mrs. Medlock fell asleep.
Sakura felt a little drowsy herself. Just as she was about to close her eyes, she spotted something in the distance. It was something white as it got lighter she could make out a boy riding a pony.
*Boys POV*
The boy rode his pony through the morning of the moor when he saw a carriage. Being curious he got closer he saw a girl was in it staring out the window, and for a brief moment there eyes met. Which caused both of them to go into a trance.
Is that the girl Madison was talking about? he wondered.
*Sakura's POV*
She lost eye contact with the boy she felt rather strange for some reason. She felt her face and it was hot and pink.
Am I blushing? she wondered.
Then the carriage came to a complete stop causing Mrs. Medlock to wake up.
"Oh good hears Misselthwaite now"
AN- Hope you liked it! R+R!!