Chapter 1 Beginning
Susan Williams decided she would write a novel.
The task almost took her 14 months. She first had to search her brain and data until she found a story suitable for her purpose. Choosing an appropriate dramatis personae, she plotted down the characters¡¯ personality and wrote the epitome. Then began the long progress of writing and revamping.
Susan always went to the library to write her stories; she had her own little seat in the corner of a quite room of Cardiff Private Library. She loved the little corner, not only because it was secret and pleasing, also she didn¡¯t have her own desk at home.
Susan never called her ¡®home¡¯ a home, ¡®it is a limbo¡¯ she would impatiently correct anyone that mentions about Susan William¡¯s home.
¡®How come?¡¯ was always the reply from them.
Getting sick and tired of explaining again and again, Susan would just shout out: ¡®Because!¡¯
Nobody ever knew why, not even her closest true friend, Melissa Lean.
Melissa got an attack from curiosity, she was surrounded by a question ¡®Why is it a limbo?¡¯ Melissa died to know the answer. But Melissa held her horses.
In front of Susan, Melissa sang a different tune. She never asked, never suggested, never went to find out.
Susan once said to the classmates ¡®Melissa is a person that I call true friend¡¯. Only Melissa caught the allusion in it, Susan didn¡¯t want her to know the truth; Melissa respected her, she gave a smile and a promise ¡® I shall always be.¡¯
Being a true friend, Melissa killed off the curiosity completely after a year.
Susan was very honourable to have Melissa as a friend; she could keep her ugly secret to herself.
Susan wasn¡¯t an orphan, but she lived an orphan¡¯s life.
Susan¡¯s parents, Jack William and Artemis Smithland (Artemis is a female name) were a pair of happy loving spouse. Artemis decided they should have a baby, and so Susan was brought to earth.
But somebody up in heaven got jealous about this happy living family, and struck them with calamity like lightning in a hurricane, grisly and unaware.
Happiness, was torn apart. Melancholy was left behind.
They were poor.
Despite to this situation, Jack and Artemis still struggled to keep baby Susan alive and only said: ¡°Nothing can be perfect, although we have a forlorn life, at least we still have each other.¡¯
Finally one day, they came to a time of mendicity.
Providentially, the Cross Star Orphanage stretched out to them. The orphanage manager was a nice lady, she managed to let Jack and Artemis to live in a tiny room, and work in her orphanage to earn money. But Susan had to live with the other kids. But the manager died after 3 months, Mrs. Klaus took over.
The orphans that lived with Susan in the same room, Ruby*, Joanne, Anastasia, Lynn*, Andrea*, Alice* all told her she that she is an orphan. But Susan didn¡¯t believe them and didn¡¯t want to, she would always reply them with a ¡®How do you know?¡¯ in there face.
She could feel it, her parents, they must be some where around, she thought everyday. Susan suspected the gardener, he always stared at her in an odd looking way. ¡®May he be my father?¡¯ she wondered every night.
It wasn¡¯t until Susan¡¯s 9th birthday she discovered her birth mystery. That night the whole orphanage was celebrating Susan¡¯s birthday, just as everyone were playing games and having fun, Susan said she wanted to go to the washroom. Mrs. Klaus permitted Susan.
Susan closed the door gently behind her and was just about to head off to the washroom when she heard someone sobbing. Following the noise, she surprisedly found herself standing in front of the Gardener and a woman cuddled together.
At first they didn¡¯t realise there was a third person until they heard a puerile voice call out, ¡®Hello?¡¯
Rapidly, they looked up.
Silence was the air for a moment.
¡®Susan.¡¯ The woman muttered so quietly only she could hear, ¡®the same blue eyes, he same black hair, it is her, Susan¡¯. This woman is no one else, but Susan¡¯s mother, Artemis.
¡®Why are you crying, madam?¡¯ the weepy eyes showed a very clear message to Susan, that lady was crying.
¡®Because she is your mother and I am your father.¡¯
Susan¡¯s mind tardily digested the Gardener¡¯s words.
After a few seconds, Susan spoke with excitement: ¡®I was right! You are my father! Yeah! And I have a mother! Yeah!¡¯
Susan cheered and ran into her father and mother¡¯s arms.
Jack and Artemis smiled through tears, hugged their ¡®long lost¡¯ daughter tight, rubbed on her as hard as they could, but all couldn¡¯t express their triumphant mood.
¡®Jack! What do you think you are doing!¡¯ it was the sound of Mrs. Klaus.
Mrs. Klaus scowled at the overjoyed William family.
Susan didn¡¯t realise the angry face of Mrs. Klaus, she hopped and jumped quickly over towards Mrs. Klaus and held her hand, ¡®Mrs. Klaus, I have found my parents, I am not orphan! Isn¡¯t this great?¡¯
¡®No this isn¡¯t great, Susan. Your parents are cursed; they will bring you bad luck. You must never see them again, Susan.¡¯ Mrs. Klaus caught Susan¡¯s hand and forced Susan to leave the so-called hotbed of rumours.
Susan didn¡¯t want to leave her just found parents, but her chicken strength couldn¡¯t help her out. She gazed at her parents sadly until they were out of her sight forever; Susan prayed she would see her parents again.
Afterwards Susan transferred to Cardiff Student Care Centre. To Susan¡¯s eyes it was just another orphanage. But after a few weeks of life there, she found there were huge differences.
Although there were still orphans in Cardiff Student Care Centre, there wasn¡¯t as much freedom, you couldn¡¯t go wondering around with out notes from teaches or administrators. She couldn¡¯t even have a chance of meeting her parents; she lived in a time of missing Jack and Artemis.
But then, Susan found a perfect whither to spend her time-Cardiff Private Library. That day Susan¡¯s school, Elisabeth Girl¡¯s High School had an excursion about couriers around the community.
Finding the library was one of the biggest harvests of that year. Since then she would go to the library every afternoon to do homework or read books, the interest about stories grew day after day, till Susan couldn¡¯t oppress the feeling of writing her own story.
Susan started her writing career at the age of 10.
After 4 years of experience and effort Susan came to an age of 14.
Short stories can¡¯t satisfy her tirade; journals can¡¯t satisfy her creativity. 14 year-old Susan William had a new target, a novel.