17 May 2012
The wind whistled and the rain fell heavily on my
thin waterproof jacket. My bag of groceries fell on the floor, causing the bag to split and the groceries to fall out into a dirty pool of rain. I picked them up and poured my bottle of water on the groceries to clean the muddy water off. I continued down the long street and the rain became torrential. Soaking wet, I entered the house and placed the groceries away. I hung my coat on the door and changed into my lounging clothes. I put the kettle on and slipped on the sofa, turning the telly on to the midday news. Hermione Wells was an orphan. Her mother died whilst giving birth and her dad had a heart attack. She had never knew her grandparents, aunties, uncles or cousins. Life was difficult, but Hermione was getting used to it. She could easily cater for herself and go to school, as well as keep herself healthy and in a stable condition. The kettle had boiled and she poured the water in her favourite mug and left it to settle for several minutes. I switched the lamps and heating on. It was freezing and my teeth were chattering quickly. Why did life have to turn out like this.
Dark Saga Chapter 1 • Opuss № I