Once Upon A Blue Moon

The Beginning 🙌

I was 14 when we moved to the outskirts of Brooke Hills, and my brother was just 11. We left our little home to this huge space.

I liked this new place better, cause of its view and course silence. Ahh, I have so many good memories there.

Our town was not just named Brooke Hills. The town is situated I'm the middle of the hills and there are a lot of Brooks and rivers in and around it... Mostly around.

And now that we lived on the outskirts, we were lucky to get at least one of each.

We had hills, rivers, ponds, and then direct access to the woods in our backyard.

My dad loved the place cause of the space in our front and back yard. As space would do his farming business a lot of good.

My brother hated the place. He blamed me For being the reason we had to move. He said I am the reason he had to be separated from fun and had to go through extra stress to get to his friends.

My mom did not mind. Because to her, the majority carried and still carries the vote.

She did not mind cycling for a few more minutes to get to work every day.

To get to the main town from our new house took 45 minutes while cycling, and one hour on foot.

But the house was and is still pretty and a lot bigger than our old house.

The house looked old and quite outdated. But I liked it that way and didn't want anything to change.

And yet again Luca was the only one who disliked the house as he said it was to cliche for his taste and liking.

Ever since I got here,  I never really felt alone anymore. For some reason, I felt like someone was watching over and protecting me.

I could swear that the first day we arrived at our new home... I was carried... by what?.... You would soon discover.

My bag was really heavy. And I needed to put it up in my wardrobe. And after jumping several times, I decided to jump one last time and if I did not make it,  I would give up.

I took the last jump and I went higher than expected and stayed in the air till I had put the bag up and then I landed back on the ground without so much as a thud.

I told my family about this and my parents told me that I was just imagining things and my mind was just playing pranks on me. They told me not to overthink it and to let it slide...

As for Luca. He got really angry and abandoned his food. He was angry. He told me that he was unfortunate to have a sister like me and he wished I was never his elder sister.

He said that if not for Marcus coming into his life,  then he would have been segregated because his elder sister was the town's lunatic.

He told me that Even if I wanted to display my madness outside,  I should at least give him some breathing space when we were at home and I should drop my lunatic behavior outside.

My parents tried to Shun him and my mother gave him a slap for showing disrespect and inhumanity to his flesh and blood.

He stormed off to his room angry. And I was left broken in the dining room. Those times hurt me. Recalling those moments still kinda hurt. 

I knew his words were harsh but he was still my little brother and I will always love him... Even though he hated me.

Another time, I had just finished painting and I heard

"nice painting". I looked around but no one was there. And the voice did not sound at all familiar. I still told my family and everyone had still the same reaction as the last time.