The Father knew about the thanksgiving even though he was not invited.
The night sky was undecorated and the moon was alone, but it was enough to guide me of my path for I was in haste to go to where my sisters were. Every step was sounding on the concrete pave of the corridor and it was loud due to the cricket free night.
As I turned to the next corner, there were three knights standing on the edge of the colonnades. For a quic
“I have a little surprise for you.” I said to Edith as we walked to the Farmhouse. She was lost for words, but her eyes were asking me what is it about. “You will have to wait and see.” I
Knowing that Agnes and Fatma fought was like knowing Santa Clause existed. “Where are they now?” I asked.
Agnes was sat on the opposite end of our olden table. Before she went there, she said that she would be eating with someone else, and it turned out that it was a crowd, that I had no idea she was friends with. While Fatma was in the middle of the table and she was only with Linda. She just waved and smiled at us as she sat there. “What happened to them? Are they still fighting?”
The smell of the herbs on the mortar was greeting me every time I would let the pestle meet its surface. It was a strong blend of bitterness and weird. This was the third medicine I unsuccessfully brewed, it meant it was time to go. I stopped, and turned to them. Gabriel and Michael were still having a heated yet silent argument, butI interrupted them, “Gabriel, I think it is time.”
The knights started barricading everything in our convent. My sisters and I successfully arrived at the mess hall for dinner. But we were greeted by Sister Rene for we were late, “Why are you late?” She asked, and I could not think of anything to say.
AbigailThere was a crawling crack on its lower part and the wobbly handle was tied by a string of pink yarn she received as a gift from Mathilda. Even though the hand mirror was already broken, she still kept it, or better yet treasured it, for it was the only thing that could remind her of her ended precious life.It was precious for she was from a wealthy family. Her parents owned a big marble house that had plentiful number of help and they had acres of farm
AgnesAgnes was immediately surrounded by her new pack as she arrived on the mess hall. They were six girls– Sister Mary, Sister Jessa, Sister Lydia, Sister Elizabeth, Sister Lily, and Sister Emily. Agnes was the last one to join and that made them seven in total. She was little known around the convent for being the little version of Mathilda– the right hand of the only trouble
FatmaMathilda was the pack leader and it meant she was the wolf. Hana was always the caring mother, like an orangutan. Agnes was the cub fox. Abigail was their deer. And Edith was the little pup. Fatma knew she was nothing, but a little scaredy hummingbird. But not anymore.