Chapter 1

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Hello! Readers. Welcome to my world. I am an earthling. My home is in Shaliesman, Boodre. It isn't some fancy city to visit. But I am sure anyone will love it. It's full of trees, flowers, sun is wide awake all summer, but it isn't too hot here. It's never too hot. That's why we love it here. Who are we, you ask? By we, I mean My grandmother, my best friend Rose and I. Oh sorry, I am so excited that I forgot to introduce myself. Hello again! I am Winter Salvia. I have beautiful grey wavy long hair, atleast I think so and my grandmother thinks so, and I have ocean blue eyes. I love my eyes. I love myself, though people say I am the reason my mother died. You see, she died instantly after she gave birth to me.But my grandmother says otherwise. She said that my mother fought for me. She loved me so much that when it came to choose who should live, she chose me. She said I'm a gift to her. I'm a gift to this world. My father said that too when I was little, before he left me too. He died because of car accident. He used to tell me that I'm a blessing given to them. I'm his princess. I'm sure every girl is a princess to their father. And I am grateful that I got to spend time with my father even if it was a wee bit. Okay, Now to the present. I love perfumes and scented candles since I smelled one. It keeps me calm and cheery. It lifts my mood. It warms my day. Perfumes and scented candles do wonders for me. So, I want to make them and do wonders for others. I took chemistry for it. And I have recently graduated from Bruney University. A small but a great university. I had great teachers to teach me. Hence, Now I am going for the interview at 'The Special Ivy', my dream company. It sells perfumes and scented candles all over the world. It is in Woodland, Reinshart. That's why we will move after I get the job. My grandma is very confident that they will pick me. I hope they do. " Winter, Hurry. " My grandma shouted from downstairs. " Coming. " I shouted back. Yeah, We Salvia girls shout too much. Our neighbours doesn't complain. My best friend Rose is my neighbour, and she is just like us. I tied my hair into a ponytail, applied a little bit of mascara and lipstick and I was good to go. Today, for the interview I am wearing a grey suit and pants. I love this piece. Its colour matches with my hair. Love love. Love it. Anyways, Wish me luck. I hopped down the stairs so that my grandma shouts at me again. What can I say? I love her voice. "Winter, You are an adult now. You should not hop down the stairs. And what if you get injured? " My grandma scolded me. " Good morning, Maw. " I said, kissing both of her cheeks. She as usual smiled and calmed down. " Come on, I have baked strawberry delights. " I licked my lips and said, " Yum".She laughed and patted my back. I sat down on the chair when the doorbell rang. My grandma glared at me daring me to stand up from my chair, I just raised both of my hands to surrender and waited for her to open the door. She opened the door and My lovely, beautiful, friendly and cheery best friend/ motivator came into view. " Good morning, Maw. " She kissed my grandma's cheeks and my grandma hugged her, smiling brilliantly. Oh, she loves her more than me. I narrowed my eyes playfully at them, which they ignored intentionally. Rose walked towards me and I stood up from my chair. " Miss. Lively." I nodded stiffly at her. " Miss. Salvia. " She did the same. And then we bear hugged each other. We squeezed and squeezed until Rose burped and our laughter rang through the house. " Ooohhh, Strawberry delights. " Rose rubbed her palms together. Yes, we are the biggest fans of strawberry delights, which are made by our grandmother almost all the time. Strawberry delights are made out of strawberries, whipped cream and all the things that are used to make a cake. I can't bake, as you should know by now. But My best friend Rose loves to bake. She works at her mother's bakery. And she is an amazing baker. She and my grandma bake together while I just make perfumes and scented candles by my own. I have made new scented candles yesterday night. It smells delicious. " Are you ready? " Rose pulled me out of my thoughts. " Yes. I am. " I answered, grinning. " I have my grandma's confidence and your motivation. I'm good to go. I just have to eat these beautiful, delicious strawberry delights." I giggled. " Eat up. Else you are going to be late. " My grandma rushed me. So, I nodded and started eating the delights. I drove to my destination. My black Bugatti shining under the sun. Yes, My grandma is rich. She is a famous painter but now she sells her paintings secretly with a fake name and doesn't go to exhibitions or parties. She loves to be here like me. So, she doesn't want any reporters or fans to know that she is her and come here knocking at our door, day and night. She paints all day and when she doesn't, she either spends time with me or bakes with Rose. Baking is her hobby. But I hate baking, though I love to eat everything that is baked. I think that counts. No? Fine. It's fine with me because the two of my closest people loves to make me eat what they bake. My life is amazing and it will be more amazing if I get this job. Rose told me that she will let me eat her new recipe if I pass this interview. So, I am excited. For this job and the dessert. I slid out of my car, and everyone turned to look at me. I was afraid that I have something on my face so, I look at my rearview mirror. Nope, Everything is fine. Here I come. Brace yourselves, Spartans. I giggled and walked to the door. " I have an interview with the boss of this company. Mr. Hufflepuff. " Yeah, I think my soon to be boss's parents loved Harry Potter. " Yes. Please wait there, Miss. With all the others. " The receptionist said, smiling at me. I nodded and sat beside a girl, whose face was caked with make up. I tried to hide my disgust. I shouldn't judge people. Then, I saw a girl, who was biting her nails. I understand you, girl. I am nervous, too.My eyes then flitted towards a girl with fiery red hair, who was all too bubbly and smiling at everyone else. She is so like Rose. Oh Lord, Please let me pass this interview. I want to taste the new dessert that Rose made, so badly. I cried mentally. One by one, their names were called. Until, My name was announced and I calmly, as calmly as I can, walked to the office. It was dark, only a yellow light was on his desk, which let me look at his face. He was muscular, tall and seemed very serious. Fine with me. I don't want a flirtatious boss. I knocked at the door and walked in after he motioned for me to enter. " Please sit down, Miss. Salvia. " His husky voice reached my ear and I instantly sat down. I gave him my CV. I had no experience. But I am a topper. I topped everywhere I studied. Although, I am not sure that he will pick me only based on my education. " What do you love to do? " He asked me. " I love to make perfumes and scented candles. " " Did you make any by yourself? Show me the new ones that are made by you. " Thank Lord I brought my products with me. I showed him all of the products that I brought with me. I also showed him one that was freshly made yesterday night. I am proud of my stuff. After l laid my products down for him to see, I waited. He only said, " You are hired. You will be the leader of my Senior level group. Congratulations. Come sharply at 9 am. Don't be late. Have a safe journey. " When he finished, I was gaping at him. He snapped his fingers and I thanked him and left the office. I still can't believe I got the job. I walked to my car and entered. " Woooohhooooooo. " I shouted and danced. " Maw will be so proud. " I started the car and backed out of the driveway. " Sweet home albama. " I sang and drove my car. It's a long way to my house. I can't believe we are going to shift here. And that too tonight. I can't wait to tell Maw and Rose. I tapped my foot and hand to the rhythm of the song. Then came up Rose's favourite song. "Ghostbusters". She loves supernatural beings. She is waiting for a vampire, werewolf or a ghost boyfriend. Silly girl. I don't believe they exist. They are just in stories to make us do things that we don't want to do and in movies and books to fantasize about it and live in another world. But Rose loves these creatures. I shook my head, remembering about her crush on Klaus Mikaelson. She cried for two days when Caroline broke his heart. I passed a red ferrari, jaguars and Lamborghinis, and then I started to see trees. Home. Trees, flowers, and birds led me to my house. I will miss it. I grew up here.I am going to miss the greenery. The smell of honey, and rosemary. I am going to miss my best friend, Rose. I sighed and stopped the car in our driveway. Then, I entered the house. "Maw? Maw. Where are you? " I shouted and walked up the stairs. The house was quiet. I know where she is. Where she always is. Her studio. I walked to the studio. No music reached my ears. Strange. She loves music. She always listens to it while painting. " Maw? " I entered the room but what I saw, stopped my heart. I'd never imagined that I would get to see this. "Maw! " I cried. My Maw was lying on the floor, paint smeared on her dress. Her eyes closed and her chest was not moving. " Maw. " I ran to her and checked her pulse. No pulse. No heartbeat. I frantically searched for my phone. " Hello, Doc. Please.She isn't breathing. I wasn't.. at.. home. " I sobbed. " Maw. Maw. Please don't leave me." Hearing my loud sobs, Rose came into my house, and ran to me. Soon after, Doctor Meredith entered the room. I stood up and ran to her. " Doc. She is not breathing. " I said, sniffling. Doctor checked her pulse and everything. Then her horror filled eyes looked at me. And I knew. I knew she was no more. She left me. My Maw left me. My knees buckled and I fell on the ground. I sobbed and sobbed. Rose held me tightly and she cried with me. Rose's parents arrived our house and they spoke with the Doctor. I didn't hear what they discussed about. I couldn't hear anything. My Maw died. Because of me. I should have been home. I should have been home. She has been suffering from heart attacks for months. I should have been here and taken care of her. No. No. This couldn't be real. " Maw, Please come back. Please. " I tugged at her hand but she didn't move. She didn't scold me. She didn't pat my back. No. No. No. I gripped my hair and I cried. I cried my heart out while Rose held me and did the same. After hours of crying, Rose told me to take a bath and get ready because Maw had to be put to rest. But I wanted her here. Why? Why? I walked inside the bathroom and turned on the shower. As the cold water hit my body, I cried again. She is no more. The pain was too much to take. I sat on the floor of the bathroom and I sobbed. Rose bursted into the bathroom with a towel. She wrapped me with the towel and picked me up. " Everything is going to be okay. " She tried to soothe me. But how?? She is no more. She isn't here to hold my hand and walk with me. How is everything going to be okay? Rose dressed me while I stared into oblivion. She has always been my elder sister while My Maw was my mother. My maw, who was laughing and scolding me this morning. I wanted to hear her laugh, I wanted to hear her scoldings. But she couldn't scold me. She couldn't paint. No music, No painting, No baking. Because My Maw is no more. Rose sat me in front of my mirror. She tied my hair into a ponytail. I saw her reflection then. Her eyes we're puffy, and I knew. I knew she was trying to hold herself from crying.I knew she was trying to be strong for me. But I also knew she loved My Maw. So, it's hard for her, too. I am going to be strong, too. I have to be strong for her. She is the only family I have left now. I am going to take care of her from now on. She was wearing black pants and black tshirt. She dressed me into my black dress, which I loved but now I had to wear it for Maw's funeral. Rose finished her work and looked at me through the mirror. Her eyes were welling up. I held her hand and she cried hugging me from behind. " I'm sorry. I should have been here with her when you went for the interview. " Rose cried. Silly girl. She is taking the blame on herself while I was to blame here. I squeezed her hand and shook my head. My own puffy eyes welling up, too. " It is not your fault. " I said. And that was it. We cried holding each other. Because our favourite and closest person in this entire world is gone. And we felt empty. We felt hollow.
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