30 Their Story Part 1 (1/2)
We met 6 years ago, when I was only nine years old and he was 13.
At that time I lived together with my aunt and uncle but I never felt like I was a part of the family. I was seen though eyes of pity and under the label of being the village chief's niece. I was never mistreated or bullied but I was lonely and isolated.
My aunt and uncle had two sons of their own and they spent their time either taking care of the village or on their children. They had no time for me.
The other kids in the village did not play with me, in fact, they tried to be as far as they can from me because I am an 'outsider', someone from another clan. had it not been for my relationship with their chief I would of been forced out of the village. This is why I am grateful for my uncle and aunt.
They are under the obligation to take care of me because my father left a will asking them to. They obeyed his wishes and when I was old enough to understand they told me loud and clear that I will have to leave at 14.
Life could never have been more dull for nine years until he came into my life. Each day I went through the same routines and ate the same types of food. It must have been the realization that my time here is limited that I became more quiet. The responsibilities and pressure helped me to mature faster than kids of the same age around me.
I did not expect much of my life until he came into my life.
He arrived at the beginning of the summer. He came on a horse and two men behind him. That day his arrival had everyone talking and discussing. Some said that he is a runaway prince while other say that he is a theif. But when one of his men showed a piece of paper to my uncle and had a giant box be carried into uncle's house, all these rumors died down.
He immediately became the focus of all the village girls with his good looks. Each day the girls would be crowded around him and would invite him to play.
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”Yan ge, Yan ge~ Come play with me.” Girl A pleaded as she tugged at his sleeve.
”Eh but-” He seemed to be troubled as another girl, Girl B, also began pleading him.
”Come play with me!” She pulled at his left arm. She then turned towards Girl A and said. ”Get your hands off of him! He's mine!”
Girl A's face grew red with anger and she yanked his sleeve harder. ”No. He's mine!”
”No he is not yours, he's going to be playing with me!” Girl C joined into the fight along with Girl D, E, F and so on.
I sighed as I shook my head. I'm sitting under the shades of an oak tree reading through a book I had secretly taken from my uncle's house.
I flipped a page as I dove back into the world of books. I did not know how long I read for but I had been too occupied to pay attention to what was happening on the outside. I was brought back to reality when someone slid down and bumped into me.