OUTSIDE
As she stepped on the floorboard which popped up springingly, she bent down to remove the loose wood. She brushed off the dust and caressed the hard cover, tracing a finger along the letters. Cautious of her mother who disliked literature, she held the book tightly as she put everything into place, pulling her bed towards her so the leg held the floorboard in place.
Hestia, unlike her mother, obsessed over the different fonts, yellowed pages, and cracking of the spine which signaled when she was about to enter whole new world of pure creative imagination. She held it close, thankful for keeping safe a secret stash of interesting fantasies.
Hearing her mothers steps, she swiftly threw the book under her covers and claimed a seat on her fluffy mattress whilst her mother proceeded to step in.
The door flung open and her mother looked around suspiciously.
Trying to hide her eagerness to read after her mother leaves, Hestia slightly swings her feet in anticipation.
"Morning child", her mother says calmly, despite looking her up and down in suspicion.
"Morning mother", Hestia replies shyly.
"The neighbors were kind enough to lend us some wonderful vegetables from their garden, suitable to make you soup for that annoying fever of yours" , her mother starts up while sliding the curtains to reveal smooth rays of light.
"I'll give them my thanks when I go on my afternoon walk mother", replying as she stands up to head to the kitchen to look for breakfast.
While Hestia's mother routinely heads to town in the mornings, she is left alone at home for her convenience. Hestia grabs her breakfast from the counter and takes a seat. As soon as she hears her mother leaving she takes a bunch of the premade jellied toast and scurries back to her room throwing the covers open revealing her beloved storybook.
Quickly making the covers neat again, she heads to her desk and begins the story.
A/N
This is my first authors note but hopefully the story is sufficient and able to be grasped by everyone's brains, because writing it definitely wasn't ;-;.
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Evis
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