2. A Start
11 Years Later, February 14
The wind blew across the tops of the trees. Every type of tree and flower surrounded me glowing with strength. I sat in a white gazebo at the small white wire table and chairs. In front of me was pink lemonade and a plate of strawberries filled with a cream. At my feet there was a rusty watering can filled with water. Taking the last sip of lemonade I stood up. Grabbing the can I headed out the gazebo and toward the rose bush. Blooming fully and bright red the rose bush was never cut or pruned. It never needed it. All year around the roses stayed the exact same brightness. I poured the water around the base of the bush and began to hum. It was a song my father sung when I was little. He said it helped the flowers grow. Smiling sadly I placed the empty can at the base of the bush and turned around. I headed to the back door to my house but stopped before the wooden porch and turned the sprinklers on. Little rainbows danced through the garden as I headed back to the gazebo. Placing the bowl, lemonade jug, and glass on a tray I looked about the garden. It all grew so beautifully. Tall sunflowers caught my eye. They were in the very back next to the wooden fence. I could see that far because I watched them all day. Stiffening I nearly ran to the back door of a two story Victorian house. Entering it I hurried toward the kitchen. I had completely loss track of time. The old styled kitchen, with a cast iron stove, a porcelain sink, an ice box, and a wooden table in the center. Placing the strawberries and the lemonade in the ice box I placed the rest in the sink. Going out into the hall I headed toward the front door. There was a mirror on the right side and a hat stand across from it. I stopped and stared at the reflection. There was a girl of sixteen with pale skin with freckles dotting her cheeks. My curly dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a loose bun where strands of hair escaped it. I smiled at myself. Suddenly there was a sharp ring that echoed throughout the house. I leaped back hitting the hall wall. Then there was three sharp knocks and I could hear the tapping of a very impatient person. Composing myself I opened the heavy wooden door. Standing outside was two people both whom looked very nervous. I smiled at them.
"This is the house of Pedro Jakins, right?" Asked the girl. Her blonde hair tumbled down her shoulders and her golden eyes looked at me hopefully. She wore tight jeans and boots with a platted gold shirt that looked more like armor. Something bubbled inside me. My shoulders lifted with my smile.
"Yes, yes it is!" I moved letting them in. Closing the door I rushed to lead them to the gazebo. "Come right in and just in time I was going to make tea! What would you like we have raspberry wildflower or pink lemonade," We walked outside, "Would you like some apples or grapes or strawberries? I'm you host please don't be afraid to ask!" I said in a hurry showing them the wire chairs and the small table.
"Whatever you have made already is fine." The girl said sitting down. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her ruffle her golden wings in anxiety. I nodded quickly and glanced at the boy. He was staring in awe at his surroundings pushing his curly brown hair back. He wore a white shirt under a leather jacket and had on blue ripped jeans with biker boots. Almost at run I headed to the kitchen and grabbed three glasses. Setting them on the tray I quickly grabbed the pitcher from the ice box and the strawberries. I headed slower this time back out to the gazebo. The strangers straightened up when I approached.