Evelasting Child
Evelasting Child
By: Danielle Litwin
Ever since I can remember I hadn’t the ordinary life of the children outside my fence, wall, prison. I was brought up in a high class family, where the children are supposed to sit up straight, no slouching, have our pinkies up when ever drink, and most of all be fenced off from the world. But you see I believe I was different from the snobby, stuck up children that I grew up with. I wanted to venture out in the world, see new things, places, and most of all people. This is the era of 1917.
My name is Angela, and I will tell you my story of adventure. It all started when my mother had first taken my out in the town, with my fluffy, gourmet dress that only high class folks get to wear, to show their wealth and power. I remember walking down the streets, having people who where in the middle and lower class stare at me cause of the wealth I had shown.
I had begun to play ball with some of the guys I had never seen nor known in my life. For those couple of minutes it felt like I had freedom that I had never known before. Without worrying about being proper and respectful in my parent’s eyes, I was allowed to be free. My mother had caught me playing with those, as she enjoyed calling them “low lives,” or even peasant people.
Time had passed by with weeks, and even months. I knew something was going to change I could feel it throughout my body, crawling in my flesh, whispering it to me in my mind, but I couldn’t figure out what my conscience was trying to tell me, Intel later on.
It was on a dark, and dreary day that I had decided that I was going to stay outside, and look out beyond the fence, that so beheld me. As I looked out in the distance I had seen a figure in the woods. As it started to walk closer to the light, I had realized it was a grown man who was very well dressed, and on his head a top hat. He had stopped by the fence, and said “ Sorry to bother you, but I’m looking for someone that lives some where near here.” “ May I ask you what there names our?” I had asked. “ O of course, sorry young lady, they go by the Andersons.” “ Sorry, but no I have never heard of that family before, and I have lived here my whole life.”
“ WHAT ARE DOING, GET AWAY FROM THERE,” my mother had yelled. “Sorry for the intrusion, but I was looking for a family that go by Andersons.” “ No I have never heard of that family, so if you don’t mind go away at this very instant,’ had said my mother.
Anyways this is what happens, so I can get on with the story faster. My parents want to send me off to boarding school, where I was going to get teaching on being a proper young lady. As I had found this out, I was in mind of shock that I had blanked for I can’t remember how long. By the time I was out of the shock, I had realized that I knew my own hands had killed my parents.
I was petrified of what I had done, but it was for a good cause. I realized that I had to get rid of the bodies as soon as possible, but by the time I figured out what to do, there was a knock on the door. No one answered the door, the knocks came on coming, until the door slightly creaked open, and I dashed for the backside of the house. There came a loud scream from the family room, as that is where my parent’s dead bodies had laid.
Before they had a chance to see where I had gone, I ran through the hallways and out the door before they had realized it. The door slammed, and ran across the front lawn, jumped over the fence, and headed into the forest. I kept on running for miles before my legs had given out on me. As I clasped, the ground underneath me was soft, and the trees had covered the cloudy sky.
To be continued