This is my first story here on this site and I'm hoping not my last :) I've always wanted to write stories but I could never force them out, and now all of a sudden I just felt like writing. So I did and this is what came..... I have no idea whatsoever where this story will take me but I hope whoever reads it will be along with me on the ride. It's very scary letting other people read what comes from my mind, I fear the criticism but then again I want as much as I can get so I can improve! If you think I should keep continuing this PLEASE comment and fav! It would mean so, so much to me. I hope you enjoy what little I've written so far. –HayloKitteh
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I looked up at the white house. Never in my life had I had the luxury of living in such a place. The two story cottage may look like a normal house to anyone else, but to me it was like a sanctuary. I treasured every minute I got to spend in it. My favorite part was the porch that wrapped around the whole bottom floor. It was completely covered in beautiful potted flowers and herbs, only making the house more inviting with its intoxicating aroma. I could imagine myself as a child playing with the antique doll houses that were scattered throughout. Running about with other children from the neighborhood on the front lawn...
The smell of white chocolate macadamia nut cookies snapped me back to reality. Every time I came to visit Annabelle I found myself standing outside staring at the beauty of the house. I absentmindedly threw the thought of ever living in such a house out of my mind and made my way up the mossy stone pathway to the front porch stairs. The first step creaked, like always, and I knew Annabelle would hear it as she does every time. I stopped after the last step and took one long wift of the cookies before the door was opened in front of me.
"Oh Honey! Why do you always stay outside in the cold so long when you visit me?" Annabelle let out in one exhausted breath. She was a fairly tall woman for her age of 73, but then again everything else about her was anything but normal. Her shoulder length straight hair had the oddest pink hue to it, even though pictures from her past show she was a brunette. Her eyes, the color of the brightest lavender, shined brighter than any eyes I had ever seen. She gestured for me to come inside, "Come on, I made your favorite cookies and I know you're hungry."
She was right about that, I haven't eaten since yesterday morning when the maid at my hotel let me have the leftovers from someone elses room. It's been so long since I was able to not worry about what my next meal would be. Now I just take whatever I can get, even if I don't like it I know it may be the last thing i eat for a couple days. I only get to visit Annabelle once a month and when I do I know I'm going to be fed well.
I felt my mouth curve into a small smile. The thought that someone actually cared about me would never really settle right with my mind but the few times that it did it made me feel unimaginably happy. I didn't think Annabelle would want me to break down and start weeping in front of her so I withheld my emotions and followed her to the kitchen.
As soon as you enter her house there is a staircase and a long hallway to the left of it that led to the kitchen at the end. I glanced at the the many photos and memorabilia that cluttered the walls and tables as I always did. I hoped that one day I could be in those photos, not just in her house but in my own house with my own family.
I sighed, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so rude but I just get so lost in my thoughts sometimes."
We reached the kitchen and she put a pair of oven mitts on and opened the oven, pulling out a dish with mini quiches in it and a dish with the cookies. My mouth started watering ravenously, watching her set them on the island. I looked over at the kitchen table to a basket full of the freshest looking fruits. Apples, tangerines, peaches and pears, all of which I love.
"Go on, dig in sweety. I went to the store earlier this morning just to pick those out for you." I turned back to look at her, she had the widest grin on her face.
I smiled back, "Thank you Annabelle, I know I say this everytime but I don't know what I'd do without you here." The smell of the quiches were teasing my nose, so I reached over grabbing one and popping it into my mouth. It tasted like pure heaven and the warmth did wonders to my trembling body.
A steaming cup of hot cocoa was pushed in front of me on the counter. "Oh yes! I almost forgot the sandwiches!" She ran, as fast as she could for an old woman, towards the refrigerator yanking the door open revealing what looked like the fridge of a farmer. It was full of eggs, different cheeses and every fruit or vegetable I could think of. My mind wandered off with all of the many things I could make with it all. I used to love cooking, especially when it came to dessert I was always the one making it. Every person who tried my food loved it, so much that with each bite the slightest moan would escape their lips. Thinking about how life used to be brought an overwhelming wave of sadness over me. I knew things would probably never go back to the way they were, but I couldn't help but hope.
"Why such a sad face sweety? You know frowning is not very good for you beautiful face. You should keep smiling it lightens up your face. Unless you want to look like an old witch like me." She chuckled at her own words and handed me a little triangle sandwich. "Go sit down, please you're driving me insane standing there."
The chair felt warm compared to how cold I was from just being outside. I took my bag from across my shoulders and laid it on the chair next to me then reached for an apple. Annabelle raised her hand to wiggle her wrinkly little finger at me. "Ah! Eat the non-sweet stuff first honey while it's still hot." She always treated me this way, as if I were her 10 year old daughter, but I kind of liked it. She was like a mother to me in a way.
