The Unforeseeable

The Unforeseeable had always been a fear of mine. The haunting fact that I had no control of it terrified me. A truthful and painful aspect of the 5 years spent at the Dubrees. However that is something I no longer wish to remenice over...

As I walked beside Mr. White I couldn’t help but stare at all the lavish people around us. We were walking down the streets of Paris, him with cain in hand and me following along with his case, which I could have sworn was stuffed with rocks. The Mr always did have a talent in packing the most useless of things.

It was the start of September and it seemed as though the city was bustling with life, the posh and the rich were in extravagant gowns as they plodded along the streets in cariagges or the new so called “bikes”.

Mr White my master had come here for a business meeting from England, and I as his henchman was to accompany him. I was quite new to the job though White had taken a certain likeness to me at our first encounter.

As any mischievous lad “with a death wish!” he had so called it Mr White had caught me stealing, I believe a verry luxurious watch from his back pocket at the London Market. Quite the keen eye that one! Anyway as any reasonable person would have done I gave him the most gentlemanly smile before rushing off with watch in hand. No way could that geezer match my speed. Heck! Even his guards would have a hard time catching up. Which they did. Lost them in only a matter of minutes. However I’d have to admit I might have been a bit cocky, though slow he was damn persistent. The guy had somehow found my “home” or what he called a dumpster I However liked to think of it as a shack of sorts. It did as any other home did, gave me a place to sleep with a roof over my head.

You should have seen the look on my face as he stood before my humble ebode not only that, guess what he had offered me a job as his henchmen. Apparently he was seeking a spunky boy who could do his chores at a fast pace. Of course he did want his watch back, but who cares! I was offered a job. A real job! This sweet, handsome, dashing old geezer was amazing.

So right then and there I officially became his henchman, he took me to his home we’re I was provided a room, food and new clothes as long as I performed the work necessary of me. Though somewhat sceptic at the start, as let’s be real here it’s not everyday a rich business man takes a poor boy off the streets, however I was quick to learn that I was welcomed and liked by the old man, he found me intriguing likewise as did I.

To his surprise he found I was knowledgeable in literature and science , he had provided classes for me in which I had outwardly rejected, did not want the guy spending money on something I was already capable of. I showed him my penmanship was up to his standards and my knowledge in literature which was far beyond a poor peasent boy on the street.

The science aspect he had discovered when his once dead dried up garden was soon filled with herbal plants and greenary. I’d told him the benefits they hold for medecine and health and he had taken a sort of bewilderment to it. Shaking his head with a wide grin, “I picked up quite the jack in the box didn’t I?” he’d say. In which I’d reply with a goofy smile, fully enjoying the satisfaction he had for me. Like the father Id lost I sought his approval, with each smile giving me joy. I have only worked with White for a few months now but I love every minute of it.

And well when Mr White was given a call to Paris a place of newer thinking in the medical field of herbs and sorts I couldn’t help but beg the old man to bring me with him in which he happily agreed to. “gotta have some youthful company on these boring trips don’t I” he said.

When we arrived to the hostel, Mr White was staying at I couldn’t help but sigh with relief as I dropped his luggage on the floor. The room was grand and spacious with a double sized bed at its Centre, a carpet decked the floor with a chandelier on the ceiling. It was not the typical luxurious room a rich man would commonly reside in, however Mr White found no meaning in the most expensive but rather the simple. As I dropped his things off I bid him goodnight as I walked off to my own room a few corridors apart. It was much smaller then whites, and had a single bed with a nightstand table and a small bulb together with a bathroom of course. “Perfectly cozy” I sighed with satisfaction. I couldn’t help the restless feeling of excitement as I fantasized about the knowledge and discoveries I would unveil in the medical field during our time here. I am certain many herbs of which could be beneficial for Mr Whites recent headaches.

As I closed the door I walked into the bathroom staring at my reflection. My skin was porcelene clear with a reddish tint to my cheeks. My hair was dark red and was cut short in a messy manner, disheveled in a boyish way. My eyes were dark green like it displayed the forest Mr White would always say. He’d always comment that my frail build and skin always made me look much more cute then ever manly laughing at how so much energy and strength could be found in such a thin boy. As I took off my shirt I stared at the white bandage tightened around my chest. As I gently undid the fit I placed my T-shirt back on and went to bed.

I’m 19 years old and have been disguised as a boy for over 6 years. Let’s just say In the early 1900s women weren’t exactly seen as capable of working or doing anything but cook and provide for a mans daily needs. And imagine a young woman on the streets! It was much easier as a boy, though I would face harassment at least none of it was sexual.

My short hair had been that way for I while, I had preferred it as such. It didn’t get in the way of things and let me do my daily tasks with ease. Though Mr White is a kind old man I know he’d never have picked me up that day if he knew I was a girl. So I’ve stuck with it. Its always been a dream of mine to explore the science of nature and through Mr White I just might be able to achieve it.