BTW, I do not have a tile yet. UPDATED!!
Prologue
I often wondered why people say things that aren't so. What's the point? Who cares? I learned later that it was their way of expressing themselves. I also wondered something that I never have found the answer to. If I could have one wish, what would it be? There are so many things to wish for, so many things to want in life, do any of them actually have priority? If only I’d been able to make up my mind… But let me start from the very beginning, when I was young and free.
Chapter One
“Melody!” My mother called.
I raced downstairs, my dusty yellow dress swishing across the stairs as I went. Whenever Mother called me, I was sure to find a treat in store. After all, we lived in an apartment above Mother’s bakery.
“Yes?” I asked her.
“I have something for you to taste, tell me what you think,” she handed me a small muffin with a orangey tint.
“What’s in it?” I asked her, even though I new she wouldn’t tell me ‘til I tried it.
“Try it,” she replied.
I lifted the sweet up to my mouth where I could smell it. It didn’t smell of anything familiar. I popped it into my mouth, it was delicious!!
“Sweet potato,” I said, smiling because I knew that I’d gotten it right. Then I added “it’s delicious!”
“I’m glad you like it.” Mother smiled, but she wasn’t smiling with her mouth, she was smiling with her eyes, like she always did. I then saw her pull on her apron and hurry down the hall and out of the kitchen.
I shot a glance at the clock. 7:30, time for her bakery to open. I walked up to my room, slowly, because of all the stairs. There are thirty-four stairs, I counted once, but it felt like a hundred and thirty-four stairs to me.
When I finally reached my room, I flung open the door, and cascading onto my bed. I was tired, you can’t blame me. I stared up at the ceiling, wondering things. I usually woke up at 7:00, said hi to my mom, and then fell asleep again at 7:35. Then I would wake up at 9:00, go about my day, and, after eating dinner, fall back asleep.
As I lay there, I bluntly thought, today is going to be one of those days. And really, you can’t blame me. How could I know what would await me when I woke up later?
Chapter Two
I was being shaken awake. I knew it, I could feel it.
“What?” I grumbled.
“Shhh, just get up and follow my instructions.” It was Stacey, Mother’s assistant. She runs the bakery when Mother is busy.
“Why?” I asked, staring at her.
There was a sound from downstairs. Like something large crashing to the ground. Stacey froze, then she was pulling me out of bed and racing me into my mothers room.
“Whatever I tell you to do, do it, do you understand?” I didn’t understand, not in the tiniest bit, but I just nodded.
She released her grip on me and led me to the top of the stairs.
“Count to 20, then run into the kitchen and hide under the cabinets, where you used to play pretend when you were little. Stay there until there is nobody around, then go to your Aunt’s house, you’ll be safe there.”
I was about to protest when Stacey raced down the stairs and whispered to me to start counting. I counted to 20. I tip-toed downstairs. I went to the kitchen and dashed under the cabinets. I waited.
When I was much younger, I had played there. I had pretending I was a princess that needed to be rescued. I pretended I was a mouse, waiting for the right moment before it ventured out for breadcrumbs. When I learned how to read, I would snatch a book and stay huddled up there until I turned the last page, no matter how late I was for dinner. But this was different. This was real. This was now.
I saw a pair of men’s boots. I heard whispering. Something fell to the ground. I stayed where I was. More shoes came into view. More talking, louder this time. I strained to hear them, but the only words I could make out were “Gone off…”, “were telling the truth?”, and “quite a few.”
I waited in silence until the shoes went out of view and the lights went dark, even then, I still waited under the cabinets. I remembered what Stacey had said about going to my Aunt’s house, I remembered that I’d promised to listen to her, but I didn’t want to. I was letting my curiosity get the better of me, and I knew it.
I snuck out form under the cabinets. On tip-toes I walked over to the sink. There was a broken flower pot in it. I looked down on the ground, I saw a dead bouquet of roses that my mother had put in the flower jar. I frowned. This was not good, whoever was making a mess of my mother’s kitchen was going to pay for it! They would pay down to every inch of dirt they’d tracked on the tiles. I sniffed the air. It no longer smelled of fresh bread and pastries, but of mud and plastic. I put my hand over my nose, something I’d never done in that kitchen before.
I walked towards the oven, staring at the pans and pastry cutters lying on the floor. I began to bend down in order to pick them up, and then I heard something.
“Well, well, well. Hello, little girl.” A menacing voice came echoing towards me, and a froze, and then spun around.
ONE DAY, THE WOLVES WILL RULE!!
Wild and free as it hunts through the night,
Optimistic and keen, with a bone-crushing bite,
Lovely gray fur, as it howls at moon.
Feared, and yet, praised, you shall meet it soon.
I ♥ Science!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
