Chapter 1
The candle crackled and popped as the sounds of aggressive scribbling and imaginations burst onto fine paper. Shadows crept around the room and danced with the movements of the candle. Wind lashed against the thin, glass windows and howled throughout the night. A boy of the age of 15 sat at his desk writing love letters and stories to his far away lover. His letter ran:
Dear lover,
I can't wait to finally meet you! Oh, how I've longed for your touch and the sound of your voice. I've spent long hours thinking of all the exciting things we can do together! I hope you are doing great and you are eating well, I'd hate to hear you are doing bad. The weather in my town is quite horrendous, I can imagine yours is splendid since wherever you go the sun must shine! Sadly, my dear, I must end the letter here but I shall write to you tomorrow. Good bye my dear.
amare,
Vivian.
Vivian sighed and placed his ink quill down beside him.
" Vivian! It's time for tea! " called his mother from the bottom of the stairs. His family weren't poor but they weren't exactly rich either.
He carefully cupped his hand behind the candle and blew it out. The stares creaked underneath his feet as he hurried down the stairs.
"There you are! Took you long enough!" She laughed, placing her hand on his back.
"Sorry mother, I was just finishing up my letter... to someone..." Vivian looked down to the ground, attempting to avoid his mother's eye contact.
"Don't worry about it my sweet! I was only joking." She beamed.
Vivian just nervously laughed. He never really understood sarcasm. Once someone told him they would murder him, since they were mad at him, and he ran away screaming.
He constantly screamed, "HELP HE IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!" , he was grounded for 2 weeks. Since then he tries to not take everything so seriously.
At the table, his mother had prepared some bread and soup.
"Eat up!" she smiled.
Vivian gave a small smile, and took a mouthful of soup. "Mother do you know when father will be returning?" he asked.
"Tomorrow morning, that's what he said anyway." she looked down at her plate, holding on tight to her fork and knife.
