Saturday's are for fun. Hanging out with friends, staying at home doing absolutely nothing, but eat greasy food.
At least that was what Annabelle thought. Annabelle spends her Saturdays doing none of that.
Aside the fact that she has no friends, she does chores on Saturdays. The chores she doesn't do during the week, she does on Saturday.
It has become a tradition for Annabelle. Hence why, her grandmother says nothing when she insists on going to the library.
Annabelle woke up at 6:am this morning. She started with laundry. She collected all the dirty clothes in the house, took them to the backyard where the well is, and washed them.
After doing laundry, she started cleaning the house. But not before turning on her father's old Phonograph.
That was one thing she enjoyed doing aside reading. She loved music. She would always dance around with her father when she was younger.
She remembered when her father just got his Phonograph. She was curious as to what it was, but when he inserted the vinyl record he got alongside the music box(as she likes to call it), she was ecstatic.
"Father what is that?" She asked when he came inside carrying the box. "Patience my sweet, I will show you soon." Her father chuckled.
"Caesar did you get more books?" Her mother called out from the kitchen door. She had a nasty frown on her face.
"No Loreta. It is a Phonograph. This right here is music." Her father announced, just as the music started playing.
That day, Annabelle danced till her feet hurt. She danced till her mother turned of the music. That didn't stop her from gushing about it to her friends.
She felt proud and happy. Not all five year olds, could have such an amazing and intelligent father.
She inherited that too from her father. His love for music and of course, his Phonograph.
"Every day I reminisce. Dreaming of your tender kiss. Always thinking how I miss my happiness" Annabelle sang along with the music.
She was currently washing the kitchen floor. She was on her knees, and her hips were following the rhythm of the song.
She had just one more thing to do, and that was to clean up Her grandmother's garden. After that she would go to the library.
She woke up early so she could finish her chores on time. She knows her grandmother wouldn't want her to go, but she would try to convince her.
When Annabelle finished with the kitchen, she went to the garden. She was to plant new roses for her grandmother, but the loam was finished.
"Nana is there any other loam, aside the one stored in the yard?" Annabelle asked, interrupting her grandmother's conversation with Alora; the chemist.
"Ahh pardon me, I didn't know you had someone over. Hi Alora" Annabelle greeted with a smile.
"Annabelle how are you fairing?" Alora asked, crossing her right leg over the other.
"I'm good and you?" Annabelle replied.
"Ahh I am alive" Alora said, earning a chuckle from Annabelle and her grandmother.
"What did you say you wanted, Anna?" Her nana asked.
"Ohh right. I asked if there are any more loams aside the one we keep in the yard." Annabelle repeated her question from earlier.
"Unfortunately no, why don't you visit Adam's shop and get some. I was going to ask you anyway." Her grandmother suggested
"Ahh you are planting roses?" Alora directed her question to the old woman.
"Yes yes, you know how much I love my roses" Nana answered.
"I will change and go." Annabelle said, excusing herself from the living room. She couldn't leave the house looking like this.
Annabelle was out of the house twenty minutes later. She changed into black tights and a big sweatshirt.
On her way to the flower shop, she kept thinking about why the chemist was at her house. Is nana Ill? She thought.
Why else would the chemist be there? Alora visits people who needs help, other than that, she's always at her store located beside the midwives place.
"Hello Adam" Annabelle greeted as she walked into the little plant shop.
"How are you dear?" He asked with a grin.
Adam has always been a very bubbly person. He is always smiling or laughing with everyone. Annabelle sometimes wonders, what goes through his head.
She has never seen him sad or unhappy. Myrna told her how Adam smiled at her father's funeral. He was sad, but he concealed it.
He is also good at hiding emotions. "I'm very well Adam. How's work going?" She asked with a smile of her own.
"Good good. I hope I get to sell all these, before the vampires come around." Adam chuckled.
"They still harass people?" Annabelle asked, surprised by what Adam just told her.
"Ahh they never really stopped. They still creep around." Adam said.
"Anyways, what can I get you?" Adam asked, when Annabelle said nothing.
"Uhhh, I need a bag of loam." Annabelle said
"Give me a minute." Adam said, going into his shop to get what she asked for. Annabelle couldn't reply because she was lost in thoughts.
The vampires still visit the village? She thought they agreed to stay away. This brought out a fear in Annabelle. She felt insecure.
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