(Mai's Point of View....Written by: Lynnie)
Trying to walk down the grand hall steps gracefully is not an easy thing at all, especially in a gigantic puffy dress. I was heading downstairs for dinner. Tonight mother and father invited some guest a man and a woman from Roedean Academy. That would of course explain my discomfort, for I wouldn't normally have to wear this excruciating dress. As I looked down, waiting for me at the bottom of the steps, were my mum, father, and our valued guest. Mother and father had always taught us to be poised and to speak of high intelligence while guest were here. I smiled a reluctant smile and curtsied when I finally reached them.
"Good Evening, Mr. And Mrs. Radcur," I said softly.
"Good Evening to you too Ms.Darling," Mr. Radcur replied.
"Oh how adorable you are! You have reached Roedean standards quite impeccably," Mrs. Radcur explained.
I returned her compliment with a sweet smirk and slipped off quickly while their glances were turned to my older brother Charles, whom which I call Charlie. While entering the kitchen the recent events about my older sister Keira had gotten to me. Tears burning in my eyes slid down my childish cheeks. For I have finally understood, Keira had to grow up! And to help her with the transition of becoming a woman she would have to go to that dreadful academy! I not only cried for her but I also cried for myself, knowing I would be next, and how I showed my polite manners to the principal and his wife of that academy! In which the cause of that was favoring me of going to that school! Oh how I am so remorseful for doing that!
The reason my siblings and I are so perfect in front of adults is because we were taught that way. Ever since the age of 2 my siblings and I were taught to talk properly and to stand straight. My siblings and I were some of the most grown up children ever on our block. We haven't got much freedom. Our only escape from the boring adult world was in our nursery. Within our little salvation, along with our dog nana, we would go on marvelous daring adventures around the entire globe. Flying through the air and fighting grotesque looking pirates! My siblings and I have always imagined being somewhere far off into a perfect world, but we would always be pulled back with the thought of reality. If only there was such a place called Neverland.
Just lingering on the age of 13 I am not ready to be neither a woman nor wanting to become one! I would also like to stay a child forever! That would be my dream, my secret everlasting goal I will always be trying to reach. Much like Peter Pan and the lost boys! Sword fighting and dancing with faeries under the moonlight! Oh what a dream, and oh what thought. That so many adults hate and try to avoid.
These are the thoughts that drove my sister Keira to rebel against the family and against growing up. This is also the same path I would like to take. I believe that my brother Charles had the opportunity to take this road but had not taken it, for his fear of becoming a man had rushed at him so quickly he had not had the chance to take it! We all commonly have the same reasons for rebelling. But we also have the same reason for not wanting to rebel, and to take the path of adulthood. That fanatical reason would be dealing with the emotion of love. Mother would always tell us that the best thing about growing up is finding the one you love, and of course that your kiss would belong to and having a family. Keira and I would believe in our own phrase. Which would be "To be young and to be in love is a far more better thing than to be old and to be in love." Not to mention far more fun! Father and mother don't do anything at all enjoyable. Well our phrase certainly had to match with our belief in not having to grow up. But no matter how much we trust in our phrase, mother's words would always still remain. Is there really more in being an adult? Ha! Definitely not!
"Mai Adriena! What are you doing here in the kitchen?" Charles said sternly.
Charles is not the Charlie Keira and I knew growing up. Ever since he was forced to leave the nursery all he did was talk to us and treat us as little kids. I turned swiftly away from him not wanting him to see the tears welling up in my eyes.
"Go Away Charles! You feel so much useless emotions that you have forgotten the most important! Which is the love between a brother and his younger sisters!" I exclaimed with my back facing towards him.
I could hear Charlie sigh; I knew that he wanted to be a kid again. He was only 15 and still a child deep within. I felt horrible for what I said, but I knew that it would reach out deep within him to the Charlie Keira and I once knew and admired very much.
"Look Mai, I don't mean to be so harsh all the time," Charlie said laying his hands on my shoulder.
And how they have grown! They were ALMOST as big as father's hands! In fact they weren't even recognizable as Charlie's hands. There was no more childish spark within them! Rage took over my body and I bolted up stairs.
"Charlie is forever no more! In return we miserably have CHARLES!" I screamed from above the stairs.
Hopefully nobody had heard that from the dining area. If they had, Loud-thumping footsteps would be marching up intensely towards the nursery, where Keira laid asleep and I trembling under the sheets. Thank the Lord that no footsteps were heard, and no complaints were yelled. Only the rustling of dishes and laughter from the dining room.
As my mind once again started to go off into a world of dreams I whispered out into the large window, into the cold, into the night where the moon and stars prefer, "Peter......." Also with the thought...that no one would actually answer....
Trying to walk down the grand hall steps gracefully is not an easy thing at all, especially in a gigantic puffy dress. I was heading downstairs for dinner. Tonight mother and father invited some guest a man and a woman from Roedean Academy. That would of course explain my discomfort, for I wouldn't normally have to wear this excruciating dress. As I looked down, waiting for me at the bottom of the steps, were my mum, father, and our valued guest. Mother and father had always taught us to be poised and to speak of high intelligence while guest were here. I smiled a reluctant smile and curtsied when I finally reached them.
"Good Evening, Mr. And Mrs. Radcur," I said softly.
"Good Evening to you too Ms.Darling," Mr. Radcur replied.
"Oh how adorable you are! You have reached Roedean standards quite impeccably," Mrs. Radcur explained.
I returned her compliment with a sweet smirk and slipped off quickly while their glances were turned to my older brother Charles, whom which I call Charlie. While entering the kitchen the recent events about my older sister Keira had gotten to me. Tears burning in my eyes slid down my childish cheeks. For I have finally understood, Keira had to grow up! And to help her with the transition of becoming a woman she would have to go to that dreadful academy! I not only cried for her but I also cried for myself, knowing I would be next, and how I showed my polite manners to the principal and his wife of that academy! In which the cause of that was favoring me of going to that school! Oh how I am so remorseful for doing that!
The reason my siblings and I are so perfect in front of adults is because we were taught that way. Ever since the age of 2 my siblings and I were taught to talk properly and to stand straight. My siblings and I were some of the most grown up children ever on our block. We haven't got much freedom. Our only escape from the boring adult world was in our nursery. Within our little salvation, along with our dog nana, we would go on marvelous daring adventures around the entire globe. Flying through the air and fighting grotesque looking pirates! My siblings and I have always imagined being somewhere far off into a perfect world, but we would always be pulled back with the thought of reality. If only there was such a place called Neverland.
Just lingering on the age of 13 I am not ready to be neither a woman nor wanting to become one! I would also like to stay a child forever! That would be my dream, my secret everlasting goal I will always be trying to reach. Much like Peter Pan and the lost boys! Sword fighting and dancing with faeries under the moonlight! Oh what a dream, and oh what thought. That so many adults hate and try to avoid.
These are the thoughts that drove my sister Keira to rebel against the family and against growing up. This is also the same path I would like to take. I believe that my brother Charles had the opportunity to take this road but had not taken it, for his fear of becoming a man had rushed at him so quickly he had not had the chance to take it! We all commonly have the same reasons for rebelling. But we also have the same reason for not wanting to rebel, and to take the path of adulthood. That fanatical reason would be dealing with the emotion of love. Mother would always tell us that the best thing about growing up is finding the one you love, and of course that your kiss would belong to and having a family. Keira and I would believe in our own phrase. Which would be "To be young and to be in love is a far more better thing than to be old and to be in love." Not to mention far more fun! Father and mother don't do anything at all enjoyable. Well our phrase certainly had to match with our belief in not having to grow up. But no matter how much we trust in our phrase, mother's words would always still remain. Is there really more in being an adult? Ha! Definitely not!
"Mai Adriena! What are you doing here in the kitchen?" Charles said sternly.
Charles is not the Charlie Keira and I knew growing up. Ever since he was forced to leave the nursery all he did was talk to us and treat us as little kids. I turned swiftly away from him not wanting him to see the tears welling up in my eyes.
"Go Away Charles! You feel so much useless emotions that you have forgotten the most important! Which is the love between a brother and his younger sisters!" I exclaimed with my back facing towards him.
I could hear Charlie sigh; I knew that he wanted to be a kid again. He was only 15 and still a child deep within. I felt horrible for what I said, but I knew that it would reach out deep within him to the Charlie Keira and I once knew and admired very much.
"Look Mai, I don't mean to be so harsh all the time," Charlie said laying his hands on my shoulder.
And how they have grown! They were ALMOST as big as father's hands! In fact they weren't even recognizable as Charlie's hands. There was no more childish spark within them! Rage took over my body and I bolted up stairs.
"Charlie is forever no more! In return we miserably have CHARLES!" I screamed from above the stairs.
Hopefully nobody had heard that from the dining area. If they had, Loud-thumping footsteps would be marching up intensely towards the nursery, where Keira laid asleep and I trembling under the sheets. Thank the Lord that no footsteps were heard, and no complaints were yelled. Only the rustling of dishes and laughter from the dining room.
As my mind once again started to go off into a world of dreams I whispered out into the large window, into the cold, into the night where the moon and stars prefer, "Peter......." Also with the thought...that no one would actually answer....