20 July 2012
The sky was dark, the color of a bruise, and slush fell in icy sheets, pounding against the window in my closet.
Everyone else would be huddled inside, shutters drawn, children crying everytime the thunder BOOMS!
But not me. Not little old Brynn.
I would've given anything to be out there, dancing in the slush, sloshing around in the mud, getting soaked to the bone and smelling the rain in the air.
Because i haven't been outside since I was born. And this is why.
Let me explain something to you; here in the Dutch Melony Kingdom, there are only 2 classes. Geld and Schlete, which is basiclly code for Rich and Poor.
I was born to the Geld class, and was destined to live high and mighty, for like 2 seconds, and then I was given the boot into a closet because I was "different".
I'm not going to pretend I don't know why. With my natural medium tan skin, dark ringlets, and hazel eyes, i certinally was a stand out compared to my "Muma and Papa". They bolth had blonde, straight hair, fair skin, almost transluecent really, and light blue eyes.
And I know what happened too. I know why "Muma" hates me, and "Papa" hates me even more. Because I was an accident. "Muma"'s accident.
This is what I overheard;
On a hot summer night, there was just sleaziness in the air, you could almost taste the romance. She had been out running errends and apparently "got lost" at a Drinking House in the Schlete Neighboorhood. Then, apparently, a "Dirty Old Schlete Man got her Drunk", and 9 months later, I came into play.
So now, I spent my days In that little closet, standing on a stool to watch the world while it goes round, sitting there, being an "embarresment" to the Geld community.
Well, excuse me for being born! I didn't choose to come crawling out of this woman, I think nature sort of led the way!
So that's my story. Why my Muma and Papa - if I can even call them that - hated me, and my (half) brothers and sisters don't even know i'm here. I didn't exist anywhere else but my closet. So, there I stayed.
I passed the time playing with the broken toys grownups would throw in here, while I scuttled to a corner. Hey, I was a shy prisinor!
My Muma would slip me a "quaint" meal every 6 hours, and by "quaint", she means a peice of stale bread, a slice of moldy cheese, and a glass of water.
Yum.
My closet is actually quite accomidating for a prison cell. It has a queen sized bed (thats lumpy and unwashed, and only a matress on the ground), A totally cool hot tub (a tin tub of semi-warm water from the tap) a super advanced bathroom (a hole in a box and a rusty metal sink that only spews Tepid water in the small corner), and complimentry breakfast and dinner! (moldy everything. Crusty everything. Stale everything. You can barely eat some of the stuff!)
The walls were a dark, rotton wood, the floors simular, and scattered with broken carousels, a 47 deck of cards, a jack missing his box, and many other broken knick-nacks.
How lucky AM i?!?!
I guess i'm just destined to live in a closet. Hooray for me.
[END OF PART 1]
Golden Theif~Part 1 • Opuss № I