As I look outside my window, I see dark heavy clouds roam above. Moving to the right slowly. I see the leaves of the trees move to the right harshly, yet I see no rain. I sighed softly and I waited patiently for the heavy rainstorm. Then I saw leaves being taken by the wind and tiny water droplets began sticking to the window, creating line droplets scattered everywhere. I could tell this rain is starting softly but soon it will be heavy. Suddenly I get an old memory of when I was a child. I was running around the gardens when I noticed another child from the other side of the gate. He was dirty and had a sad look in his eyes. I remembered feeling an emotion, at the time I didn't know what it was. But I know what that feeling was, the feeling of pity. It was as if time stood still when I saw him as he stared back at me. But then some maids came and grabbed me by the arm and told me to stay away from the gates from now on. As I walked away, I turned back, wondering who he was, but he was gone. And I never saw him since. The water droplets started to get heavy and I smiled gently. The storm has finally come. As the minutes pass, the rain continues to fall harder. The water hits my window so hard I keep thinking it's going to break it. I left the window and sat on my pink feathered chair. I hope this big black mansion is sturdy, my parents probably haven't even noticed the rain yet, and I remember I begged for them to let me go to a regular school, but they didn't listen and here I am going to a private school. Sometimes I wish I was born into a regular family, but no matter how hard I dream about it, my heart breaks when I realize it isn't real. I look up at the ceiling, wanting for it to fall down and crush me. I've never been injured, except for the time I scraped my knees, when I was about five. I cried like a baby and my butler Landon, who was just 9, came and attended to my pain. He called my parents, and my mom came running from the garden to come and hug me. When I was little, my mom always told me to be respectful when dad was around, (but most of the time he wasn't around, well except for dinner), and I listened like an obedient child. I never knew why and I never asked. Until later I came to conclude that my dad isn't the most caring father I thought he was. Sometimes I wonder how my mother fell in love with him, I just can't see it. Of course I never asked nowadays. I know my mother loves me a lot and she always tells me and gives me hugs and kisses on the head, but she always took my dad's side and approved of all his decisions. But I guess that's what it means to be a wife, and if it is, I hope I never get married. Ha! Look at me talk, yesterday I was daydreaming about the man of my dreams and how happy I would be to live with him forever, in a home far away from the city, near a lake and a quiet forest, while having the kids playing with the dogs outside the front lawn. But that's a useless dream since there is no such thing as a place where it's forever peaceful. I guess when you're young, you don't know what you want yet. I hear  a knock on my door and opened gently and I see Landon enter my room. His yellow blinding eyes and blue hair I always remembered him by. "Dinner is ready, Angela. The cook made some delicious mashed potatoes, a steak with gravy on the side, carefully cut and cooked vegetables, just how you like it," he said. When he described the food it made my mouth water. "Now hurry along now and clean your hands before you eat," he continued. "So formal" I joked as I moved myself to sit on my bed. Landon looked around the hallway and said, "It's my job to speak formally to the family". "Yea yea, but you don't have to go towards me. We're friends" I said, but then I paused. "What about the beverage tonight?" I asked. I certainly hope it's not water. Gosh! What I'll give to have a koke! But my mother wouldn't let me eat junk food, not in a million years! I always ask why since the other teenagers get to eat what they want, but she always replies the same, "You don't want to be sick now, do you?". "Water, as usual, and ok, I won't speak to you formally," he replied. I nodded my head ok but I let out a sigh of sadness. Water is so boring… Why do I even bother asking? "How about I run an errand to get you your koke while you eat and when I come back I'll sneak it into your room, but you can't have another coke for a week. Do you understand? This is the 10th time I do this for you Angela ''he said. My heart soared from happiness that I ran up to him and gave him a hug. You're the best Landon!" I said as he patted me on my head. "Now now, go on ahead. Your mother and father are waiting for you." "Right. Thank you!". Landon walked out of my room and gave me a smile, and closed the door. I speed walked to my bathroom and quickly washed my hands and fixed my hair to look elegant for dinner. Once I was done, I walked down the curved staircases. I've never told anyone that the stairs make me feel dizzy and nauseous but I always looked up and walked slowly down, watching my step. My red dress moving up and down slowly was quite satisfying to watch. It felt like an eternity once I got to the end of the stairs. I began to walk the way my mother taught me, it was a walk that showed respect and admiration. Of course I only do it when I walk to dinner to please my father and mother. To show them how respectful and obedient I came to be as their child. One day I want to impress my father and make him proud of me. But I'm not sure how to and I'm afraid to ask my mother again for all she's going to say is, "Just behave the way you do and don't make him mad". Which doesn't help much. The dinner was delicious, but I managed to eat it with manners and do it properly. It was also silent and even though I wanted to break it, I didn't. My mother told me that sometimes silence is a song and that some people enjoy it and would rather hear it than people's voices. I never understood it and I still don't. Hearing the "silent song" makes me sick inside and makes me want to scream and go banging on drums or something just to break the silence. When it gets too quiet, I start getting paranoid and I always hear a high pitched noise in my ears and when I do, I usually clear my throat and excuse myself or excuse myself to the bathroom and be relieved once I hear my steps walking. I really hope I'm not sick of something that's hereditary, who knows? I might be the first to get a heart attack or something. I mean of course my parents aren't the healthiest people in the world. My dad has high blood pressure and my mom has diabetes type 2. They may look healthy, but they're not really. I asked my mom how she got diabetes type 2 and she said that it was because she and my dad were crazy together and crashed in parties and ate all the sweets, in which the parties were almost regular. I couldn't imagine my father doing something like that so I laughed so hard it hurt my stomach. When dinner was done the maids did the cleaning and I changed to my pajamas. But just as my Butler Landon promised, there was the koke sitting on my desk. I chugged all of it. I left the empty can on the secret compartment I created with Landon, without my parents or anyone knowing. He would come and throw out the can so the maids won't find out and snitch to my parents. I snuggled in my bed, but it took me hours for the sugar to wear off. Landon really is the best butler in the world….