0 7 Great Escape

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The sun slowly peeped out of the horizon and hence started the preparations of the day. All the boys woke up early to get ready. They were all dressed in black suits, with their hair nicely done. They stood before the gate in a straight line. Ariel stood with them with a bouquet of roses in his hands to welcome the guests. Jevelene looked at herself as she stood in her room, "Yes, you look beautiful, Jevelene!" She smiled and suddenly heard a horn.

She looked out of her window. A long black taxi stopped before the orphanage. She laughed and decided to run out of the attic, but the knob won't turn. The door was locked. She paniced and began pushing it, "No!" 
She ran towards the window and looked down, only to realise how high up she was. She ran towards the door again and banged her hands over it, creating a soft noise, "Hello? Is someone there?"

Madam Jinian fixed her hair and pushed the key into her pocket. She welcomed the guests. It was Mrs Winston and her personal assistant.

Ariel looked at the stairs, again and again, waiting for Jevelene to come.
"What is your name, dear?" Mrs Winston asked.
"I'm Ariel,"
"It really suits you," She smiled.
"I guess,"

"Ariel is the brightest among all our students," Madam Jinian said.
"Really? How old are you, Ariel?"
"Sixteen," He said.
"That's perfect,"

Jevelene took an old chair and threw it at the door, but it didn't break down as she thought it would. Giving up, she sat on her window, dejected, looking at her red dress. Red autumn leaves fell before her from the trees surrounding the attic. She looked outside.

Autumn reminds us that our body, mind and surroundings are always developing. It focuses on the impermanence of life, emphasizing how vital it is to embrace the present. By doing so, we can savor what we have before it is gone. It is time that you shed the old memories and struggles of life. Enjoy the changes of life. Be courageous and bold to face the new changes. In fact, life will be boring with no changes.

But for Jevelene, it brought lament. It was the season her father left her forever. And every autumn, made her more and more lonely.

The guests did the formalities and began to leave. Mrs Winston held Ariel's fleshy, pulp, peachy hands. Two other boys followed them to her car. Ariel turned back and looked at Jevelene's window.

He stopped, "I'm sorry, I can't. There's someone I want to be with. I don't want to go anywhere she isn't,"
"Ariel! Who are you talking about?" Madam Jinian asked.

Scornful Ariel, quick witted but short tempered, decided to rebuke her, "Aha! You, you fucking mortal whore! You must have done something to keep Jevelene from reaching downstairs! I swear to my mother, Aphrodite, if Jevelene didn't told me to stay indifferent of you, I would've cut you in two halves and fed you flesh to vultures!"

"Calm down, child," Mrs Winston said, "Why would Madam Jinian do that?"
"BECAUSE—" Ariel stopped abruptly as he heard Jevelene's voice resonating through the tower.

He ran towards the attic and Mrs Winston followed him with Madam Jinian. He reached her room's door and glared at Madam Jinian, "Unlock this,"

"I don't have the key," She said. Ariel touched the door and turned it into an aluminum foil. He tore it away and walked in, "Jevelene!" She turned towards him and he hugged her tightly.

She couldn't understand what was going on. But Ariel's hugs always felt good. So, without giving it a second thought, she hugged him back. Her cheeks turned red. And as thoughts poured back into her head, she wondered, if it was a boon or oblivion. But she knew it when they were moving away from that old building, that she would never see that attic again. She took tiny steps and reached a carriage, the coachman waiting at the door, held her hand and helped her in. Ariel was dressed in a navy blue long coat and black trousers with a black shirt. He looked at her. She looked at him, squirming into her red dress, her freckles almost seemed like those little threads winding out of hibiscus flowers, white all over with pink little dots, like sprinkles of star dust. His eyes were so green and so sharp that she didn't what to do except just smile at him and rearrange their fate in her mind. 

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