As I stood a few meters away from my window in my room on the first floor of my mansion, I saw a clear night sky. That night was the fourteenth night of the full moon.
The sky was lit with very bright stars including the coolest and the hottest. The scene was very lovely, a dozen fireflies also lit the garden beneath my windows but I'd seen it sometime ago.It was a large lovely garden with soft green grass.
Here and there stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were Seven peach trees that in the spring time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl,and in the autumn bore rich fruit.
I settled myself with my type writer , at my desk close to the window,and typed till the sun rose.
'What a lovely morning.' I said to myself, as I watched the sun rise in the horizon.
Few people appreciate the joy of just witnessing something beautiful. The fact that some of these are free is probably what makes people ignore them.
I cannot understand people who pay large amounts of money to travel all over the world to see sceneries in other countries and then miss out on the simple joys of witnessing something as simple as dawn breaking.
I went to to have a bath and put on my lilac dress. My school wasn't as strict as other schools, but we had to follow rules.
I went downstairs to make myself break fast of two slices of bread filled with forest jam and a cup of coffee with neither sugar nor milk. I slung my bag filled with books over my shoulder, went out of the mansion and locked the doors behind me.
You might be thinking this mountain where the little town named Galvadon was located was an uncivilized place, like a village. Well ...think again ! This town was civilization away from civilization, away from big cities, away from noises and industrial fumes. This was a rural civilized area.
Only where I lived was old. My grandaunt used to tell me that this mansion entirely built from stone was built years before her grand mother's mother was born. It never looked haunted, and I was the only resident.
I never cared about loneliness because I had thousand of ancient Greek to read, ancient history, even ancient secret arts and I usually read a whole shelf of books in a fortnight. It not only had a giant library there, it was also a fifty roomed mansion. It had a very large dining room ,a kitchen filled with food stuffs, a training ground and three living rooms. The mansion was just like a mini palace.
Behind the mansion was a farm which spread down towards the foot of the mountain. My Grand aunt had cultivated lots of vegetables and fruits. Towards the side of the farm was our chicken coop.
Coming towards the side of the mansions was a bigger training ground and beside it was our cattle ranch and our stable. Every day when I got back from school I feed the horses and the cattle.
I clean the coop and I irrigate the farm and then milk the cows and settle with some cookies and books. My life was simple and easy.
As I walked past shops I heard low whispers and murmurs of the nosy people in the shops or on the road feeling pity for me when I never pitied myself.
" She is a freak."
" Yeah, she lives in that empty mansion alone. "
I didn't care what they said about me. Upon reaching school , it wasn't any better . People walking down the hallway, down the locker room into different classes, whispered about me.
No one said hello and I didn't care. I lived all my life alone in that mansion. The class was boring , but others seemed to love it . I slept all through the class , when I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. It was my bedtime anyway.
The teacher didn't want to wake me because he knew that no matter how many lessons I slept through ,I always finished the term with a distinction.
After school I went to the supermarket and bought some stuff. You might be wondering where I got money but my dear old aunt had worked hard to her bones in her early years and saved the money, enough for a lifetime.
I walked back home , like I did in the morning. The time to walk from my mansion to the town was approximately three hours. I planned a lonely sixteenth birthday for my self after doing my assignment and reading some books.
The ingredients I bought contained all the resources for a cake. I placed all the ingredients on the working table in the kitchen. White sugar, flour, unsweetened cocoa powder, salt, bowls, heart shaped cake pan, baking powder, Egg, milk, vegetable oil, vanilla extract, and boiled water in a cup.
I switched on the oven to 350 degree Fahrenheit for twenty minutes. I greased the cake pan with vegetable oil, before coating the nine - inch pan with flour.
In the bowl, I measured sugar, flour, cocoa, baking soda, and salt before stirring it all together. When it had an even texture, I added the eggs, milk, oil, and vanilla.
Taking the mixer, I slowly poured in the boiled water, and used the mixer to mix the mixture until the batter became thin.
I poured it into the prepared cake pan, and placed it into the preheated oven. I set the time to thirty five minutes.
Since it would take minutes before it was done, I decided to prepare dinner in the meantime.
I sat down at the long table of fifteen chairs, and ate my dinner in silence.
" Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, Rachael…Happy ~birthday ~to~ me~... Hip, hip hooray. How old am I now? ~~ Sixteen ~" I said happily with a smile as radiant as the sun as I blew the candle out , and cut out a big piece of the cake. Well…there was no one to celebrate my birthday with , anyway.