I didn't need a lot in life, something to eat, a roof over my head, and a few people who I could call friends. You could say I was content with what life had offered me but that doesn't mean that it was without a struggle. In all honesty, I have gone through far less than most people have struggled throughout their life. It makes me wonder if I should really be happy with this life or if something is awaiting me.
Are all the troubles that I never went through, come back to me. I wonder how I would react.
"Azariya!!!!" I could hear a loud shrill through the gushing of water.
" how much time do you want to spend there? Or dare I say you have plans to finish our water supply. "Oh, dear Mrs bellvottim why oh why must you scream so loudly every time I have a bath." coming Mrs bellvottims " the force of the water died out as I closed the tap. Looks like I spent way too much thinking there again.
I got dressed but my hair was leaving a splatter of water everywhere I went.
" Ah, hello Mrs bellvottims, it's such a fine day today, isn't it. " I walked towards the curtains opened the curtains, bright rays of sunshine was welcomed in my room. I closed my eyes to breathe in the fresh air and just let myself go. "Clank, clank" my eyebrows twitched at the in pleasant sound.
What peace and tranquility was I even expecting. I live in the heart of the town.
"Merchant's street" such a quaint name for a quaint street. "You're mopping up the floor, love" my string of thoughts broke when Mrs bellvottims spoke. What's this when did she come here? Oh, yeah she called me."oops".
"Why is it that you never come when I call you?" The old lady sighed.
"It's so that you can bless me with your face every morning, Mrs bellvottims.
Why was it again that I choose this room to rent? Ah, of course, it was the cheapest I could find. And why wouldn't it be, you hear such lovely sounds very morning? I instinctively rolled my eyes.
" Are you rolling your eyes at me, dear"
"Of course not, how could I at such a lovely lady."
Mrs bellvottims was a true country soul, she was one of the very few people that I'm close with and met when I left the city to come here. Though I must say, it is quite tiring that every morning I must hear her age-old lecture, ' azariya, why are you still in the house, all the other girls your age are out and about... Blah blah ' every other morning it's the same thing.
"Azariya, enough with the sweet talks and tell me why....." Before she could complete, I talked over her and asked: "you needed me for something?"
At that, she raised her eyebrows at the sudden realization, "yes, yes, I need you to get Wilfred."
Not again, I sighed," another broken pipe? When will you actually change the plumbing instead of paying so much for fixing them."
Mrs bellvottims just shook her head,"you still don't know the ways of life, my dear" she's always like this, never says what's actually on her mind but if wasn't like this I don't think, I could have ever stayed here.
"fine, fine, Mrs bellvottims I would love to, who wouldn't want to go early in the morning after they just showered" with an air of sarcasm I said.
"that great, dear. You should get some milk and bread while your at it." as usual she pretends to never understands what I say. Such a witty lady.
I took my coat, went out the back door. it wasn't because i had a problem going out the front door but as the many things in this house, the front lock was broken. the moment i stepped out it wasn't the fresh air that i smelled, it was muggy. i walked through the narrow lane that connected us to the street which was covered weeds, shrubs and all sorts plants.
the street was filled people as usual, walking along it, you could see all the merchants selling their wares, the bakers and the mums calling out for their kids. you could easily get lost in a street as bustling as this, once in a while we all hear tales of children getting lost. this makes me wonder. why not just tighten security, not like there is any here anyways. thievery, pick pocketing, all that is the norm here. though i heard from mrs bellvottims that it wasn't always like this.
she told me a story of this street and why its called the old merchants street. I was about to recall it, but then I realised I was running late, all the chores that I had to do. I picked up my speed and ran across the once blue cobbled street.
"im sorry " I was repeatedly saying to all the passerbys as I was rushing towards. the milk and cookies, got to get them, then have to go to the smiths hollow to meet wilfred.