“We’re here! Wake up kids!”
I wasn’t even sleeping, I was only closing my eyes to avoid any unnecessary conversation. I hated the fact that we have to move to this God forsaken land. Away from everyone I know and everything I am comfortable with. She kept telling us that our new house would be much bigger than the old house. She was so eager to move here and so happy to ruin my perfect life. I didn’t mind small house as long as I could hang out with my friends. She was the one who wanted a bigger house but pretended that it was also better for us. I hated her for this.
“Mia! Andy! Wake up!” Mom shook us, “Look! Isn’t that house pretty?” she was beaming with happiness.
My brother took one look and shrugged, “yeah, it’s not bad.”
“Not bad? You’ve got to be joking! Wait until you see your rooms!”
The house was indeed much bigger than our old one. I actually like its light blue color, it had the same color as the sky, my favorite color. To be honest, I quite like the house but I wasn’t about to admit it to her. I kept my mouth shut as Mom eagerly pushed us toward the house.
Inside the house was warm and comfy. The furniture that came with the house was a bit old. Mom took us straight to second floor. She wanted to show us our rooms.
“There are three rooms here,” she began like a tour guide, “this one is mine.” She was pointing to the room near the stairs. “Those two are yours. You don’t have to share room anymore,” her smile showed her genuine happiness. I love her smile and it made me smile back at her despite the fact I still hated her for taking us here.
“Mom! Can this be my room?” Andy opened the door right next to mom’s room. “This room is awesome!”
“I know you will like that one.”
I peeked inside and saw a stunning drawing of an old castle. The view was incredible even though it was drawn only in black. The castle was located on the edge of a cliff. There was a river running next to it, the stream went all the way to the cliff and created waterfalls. A ray of sunlight peeked between a heavy clouded sky. It was all in black but somehow it felt colorful. The drawing filled the left side wall. I wished I had picked this room before him, but he looked so happy.
“It’s awesome, isn’t it?” Andy’s eyes were shining.
“I wonder who had drawn this.” I asked no one in particular.
“She, the real estate agent, told me that this house used to belong to an old couple with a son who never left the house.” Mom began to explain it to us. “He had this skin condition where he must stay away from sunlight. One day, he started acting weird. He walked all around the house as if he was looking for something. His parents asked him what he was looking for and he told them that he must go back to the castle, he must find the gate to the castle. They didn’t understand what he was saying. He locked himself inside his room for a week and then the drawing was there.”
“You’re making this up, aren’t you?” I eyed her suspiciously.
“Why would I wanna do that? I asked her about the drawing when I got here and that’s what she told me.”
“I don’t care about the story. This is just too freakin cool!” Andy traced the drawing with his fingers.
“What happened after he drew the castle?”
“She said the boy became awfully distant, it’s as if he no longer care with anything but the castle. His parent took him somewhere and sold the house. And that’s why I got this house for a low price.” She winked at me. “The story sort of makes people scared.”
A gate to the castle, is there really a gate in this house. I was beginning to like this house. “I want to see my room now.”
Mom took me to the last room on the second floor. I opened the door and expected to see something as wonderful as the castle.
But there was nothing but a cabinet and a single bed in my room. I wished I had the castle room.
So…I finally begin my serial 🙂
I have written the story back in 2011 under the same title but it was left unfinished…shame on me. This time, I am planning to finish it. I will add a cover for this monthly serial once I’ve found the perfect image.
This is my first attempt to try writing something longer that a short story.
Since I am not a native, feel free to correct my grammar 🙂 I need all the correction I can get. And I am also open to all the critic you can give me. This is my learning process.
Thank you for reading. Aqeela and Me will return on May 18.
Updated (April 26, 2013)
Here’s my cover 🙂
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