Story~ The English Girl~

Here's another piece of my current story I am writing. The English Girl.

1/ Arriving at Storyfield.
Here's the previous piece of my story, if you haven't watched, do read it first. The English Girl part 1.


I took the train and had to switch from trains a lot. A lot of hassle, but I didn't mind. I had to ask five times the way before I was in the good train. And then it took another half hour long. By the time I finally arrived at Storyfiel's station, I was so tired I could barely stand up. My legs had become stiff of sitting long or standing long. I took my suitcase and stepped out. I waited a few minutes and took the time to look around. There where hardly a few people on the platform. It seemed empty. I thanked the conductor and sat down on a bench. It cracked under my weight. Not that I was fat, on the contrary, I was skinny, had freckles everywhere, bright dark red hair and green eyes. I wasn't beautiful, but I was happy with myself. And that is was is important, doesn't it?. Although I sometimes was jealous on all those other girls who had beautiful dresses and powder faces. I was not allowed to complain. The conductor said goodbye and looked at me with a sad face. Why, I did not know. The train left and I was alone, on a cracking bench. The steam of the train left me in a sort of misty cloud. It wasn't a cloud, but steam. Five minutes is quite long. I was soon bored and walked around the platform. Did my aunt knew I was coming today? Or was she forgotten me?. Another minute past. Aunt May, where are you?. I almost said the words out loud. I became impatiently. After fifteen minutes, someone came up on the platform. It was a chubby woman and her brown hair was stuck in a high bun. She walked fast and had a grey dull dress, where a apron was bound around the grey dress. I was standing underneath a big old station clock, which was so old, it could fall off right now. I didn't happened, yet. The woman finally arrived in front of me and looked at me. 
'Say, are you Scarlett?'
'Yes.'
'Ah, I see.'
The woman looked at me again, this time more attentively. Sometimes she knocked with her head.
'Do you want to turn around slowly for me?'
I turned slowly around. The woman sighed. Yes, okay, I still keep saying woman, but I don't know who the woman is. 
'Who are you? madam?'
'I am your feared aunt May.' She stopped talking to give me a smile, it was more a grin. I saw a little twinkle in her eyes.' Say, did they feed you well? You are so thin and your hair! It looks very confused and look at those freckles! Charming!'
O yeah, I wanted to say you all that I had a awfull ugly dress on, because I didn't wanted to stand out. Do you call it like that?.  I only had very few clothes, which were not that nice either. My father did not pay attention to me in my recent years and I did not ask for it either.
'Is that your dress? My dear, you're father had no taste! After you're settled, we have to buy some new dresses.' 
I wasn't such a girl who really liked shopping for beautiful clothes all day. I actually didn't need any of those pretty things. Nobody needs it, especially not me. I didn't say anything about it, aunt will know it soon enough. 
'Well, come on child. It's getting dark and it's a long ride.'
I walked behind May and saw a big truck. An old truck, yes. But it worked and I was glad, although the engine made a lot of noise. After fifteen minutes I saw a house. It seemed big, but it wasn't. The truck stopped and May had a lot of trouble to get out. I didn't said anything and climbed quietly out of the truck. My legs did hurt. There were a lot of pits and holes on the road. The house was primitive, you saw it right away. I was used to something else, but I could live like this. Only just to escape my past. Far away. 
'Come Scarlett. Uncle is waiting.'
I stood still. Did I have an uncle too? My father never told me that aunt May was married. Maybe there were children. I love kids, they don't like me so much, but I think that is just because they way I looked.
'How should I call you? You see, I hardly know you and this is very unknown for me.'
'Aunt is fine, child.' May smiled. She knew my name, but called me child quite often. So what, it doesn't matter! We walked up on a porch, there was hanging a big rocking chair and some chairs. I guessed it was for sitting outside, when the weather was sunny and warm. Inside the house there was a wide, cozy kitchen, where you could smell the scent of fresh baked cake. The living room was small, but cozy. I saw a closed door and I suspected that would be the bathroom and toilet. There was another space, which was used as working room, for everything. 
'Come dear, I will show you you're room. It's not ready yet, but we have been waiting untill you came, so you can decorate it yourself. With some of our stuff.'
Clearly money was very special in Storyfield. But I had my own money, so I could buy stuff from that money. May laughed quietly and walked to the stairs.
'Be quiet, the others are sleeping.'
Others? I was suprised, only a little. The stairs didn't gave any sound. We walked through a hall with four closed doors. May went to another stairs. The attic. I had to sleep in the attic. 
'It's nice and warm out there. Gerald made a fireplace, just for you. Then you will never have it cold. We used it as a room where we could stack things, but we cleaned it.'
I nodded. May opened the door. There was one bed and a closet. No more. The fireplace was on and I was glad. 
'Thank you for having me aunt. I appreciate it.'
'It's nothing. Your father wasn't useful at all, sorry about that dear. Anyway,go to sleep, it's late. We always get up on seven o'clock, but you can sleep so long as you wish. Spoil yourself a little bit.' Mary smiled and left the room. I stept into my nightgown, after I removed my clothing, and fell asleep. Tomorrow was a busy day. I must be prepared. 

The end. I am now writing part 3. :)

~Rachel