Raychel
06-08-06, 02:03 AM
Raychel lay in bed for quite some time, listening carefully for any noise in the house. It sounded like everyone was fast asleep. Her heart was pounding and she had a sort of queasy feeling in her stomach.
Am I really doing this?
Lying in silence was almost intolerable for Raychel right now—she was growing more and more anxious and nervous. Deciding that she had waited long enough, she noiselessly rose from bed, dressed, and took up her carefully packed backpack that had been stowed under her bed.
She eyed her lute in the corner of the room, the moonlight streaming on it. How she would miss it. A pity that her backpack was not magical, and that she could not somehow condense the lute and have it fit inside.
Raychel exited her room as stealthily as she could, taking great care that the floor boards did not creak. In the kitchen she stopped to place her note on the table.
Mom, Dad, and Luke,
Please don’t worry or be upset, but I’m going to be out of town for awhile. I will be careful and it isn’t that I won’t come back—I will—but I need to leave for some time. I’ll find a job somewhere, and I’ll see some new places, and follow my destiny so to speak. Don’t try sending anyone to look for me— even if they find me, they won’t be able to convince me to come back right now. I’ll send you some letters periodically to let you know that I am okay. I still love you and I hope you will come to accept my decision. I won’t be a disappointment to you. But I have needed to leave our town for quite a while. Luke, good luck in the fencing tournament. You’ve practiced well and I bet you’ll win, and you’ll have all the girls after you. In any case, I know you’ll do admirably. Mom and Dad—once again, please don’t worry. I have thought about this for quite some time, and I am sure that it is what I want. I am prepared for it and I really think that it will be good for me.
Love,
Raychel
Raychel thought the note was awful, and was disappointed that she hadn’t written something better. It was really hard to express herself to them. She knew they would be upset and worried when they read the letter, even though it asked them several times not to worry. She really did hope they would listen and not send someone after her though, because she wouldn’t put it past them to do so.
They simply don’t think I can be treated like an adult, capable of making adult decisions.
Without too much delay, Raychel left the house and started down the road. The night air was brisk and pleasant. Once Raychel had begun steadily walking on her journey, her nervousness evaporated. This was probably because now that she was actually leaving, which she had dreamed of doing for so long, it felt sort of surreal.
Raychel felt dumb and unprepared in a way, because she had no concrete plan of where she was going or what she would do. This might be foolish. But then, it might be genius. Living in Burgantaia, a village on the outskirts of Agyron, had grown old to her. The place was everything to her family, but it held nothing for her anymore. Even if she was making a mistake by embarking on her journey, it would be something different from the dull existence she had in Burgantaia.
Am I really doing this?
Lying in silence was almost intolerable for Raychel right now—she was growing more and more anxious and nervous. Deciding that she had waited long enough, she noiselessly rose from bed, dressed, and took up her carefully packed backpack that had been stowed under her bed.
She eyed her lute in the corner of the room, the moonlight streaming on it. How she would miss it. A pity that her backpack was not magical, and that she could not somehow condense the lute and have it fit inside.
Raychel exited her room as stealthily as she could, taking great care that the floor boards did not creak. In the kitchen she stopped to place her note on the table.
Mom, Dad, and Luke,
Please don’t worry or be upset, but I’m going to be out of town for awhile. I will be careful and it isn’t that I won’t come back—I will—but I need to leave for some time. I’ll find a job somewhere, and I’ll see some new places, and follow my destiny so to speak. Don’t try sending anyone to look for me— even if they find me, they won’t be able to convince me to come back right now. I’ll send you some letters periodically to let you know that I am okay. I still love you and I hope you will come to accept my decision. I won’t be a disappointment to you. But I have needed to leave our town for quite a while. Luke, good luck in the fencing tournament. You’ve practiced well and I bet you’ll win, and you’ll have all the girls after you. In any case, I know you’ll do admirably. Mom and Dad—once again, please don’t worry. I have thought about this for quite some time, and I am sure that it is what I want. I am prepared for it and I really think that it will be good for me.
Love,
Raychel
Raychel thought the note was awful, and was disappointed that she hadn’t written something better. It was really hard to express herself to them. She knew they would be upset and worried when they read the letter, even though it asked them several times not to worry. She really did hope they would listen and not send someone after her though, because she wouldn’t put it past them to do so.
They simply don’t think I can be treated like an adult, capable of making adult decisions.
Without too much delay, Raychel left the house and started down the road. The night air was brisk and pleasant. Once Raychel had begun steadily walking on her journey, her nervousness evaporated. This was probably because now that she was actually leaving, which she had dreamed of doing for so long, it felt sort of surreal.
Raychel felt dumb and unprepared in a way, because she had no concrete plan of where she was going or what she would do. This might be foolish. But then, it might be genius. Living in Burgantaia, a village on the outskirts of Agyron, had grown old to her. The place was everything to her family, but it held nothing for her anymore. Even if she was making a mistake by embarking on her journey, it would be something different from the dull existence she had in Burgantaia.