Young Writers Society

The rain came down in sheets racing across the meadow and disappearing

over the horizon. In the middle of the tall and bowing grass a drenched

and lonely figure walked slowly against the torrents of water that fell dutifully

from heaven.

The forces of nature would at this time and place provoke any sane person

from ambling leisurely. But Elouise Renee Lynabar was defiant and she

ignored favored and acceptable practices. Most people that knew her called

her crazy. It disturbed

them greatly to know of her supposed mental condition especially given the

fact she was once a normal and quiet lady of breeding. Now to all who knew

her she was a selfish single minded girl who forgot all she was taught of

boundaries in society.

Elloiese closed her eyes water droplets fell from her long dark lashes. the

rain felt so good and the chill felt so relaxing. In her mind she could her all

their so called secret whispers of her. She stood there digesting the words

and forcing them to mean nothing to her, as the rain fell on her sheet after

sheet of soaking water. She slowly shifted her mind from rethinking the

statements made of her to remembering the joys of when she

was "normal" The joy didn't come from being normal in fact she hated being

normal, but the joy came from her loving and always cheerful older sister.

Her sister Lorraine had a hard life but always found ways to make

everyone else's lives amazing. One smile from her would brighten the

gloomiest of days. But Lorraine found a peaceful end to her tormenting life.

Just thinking of her dear sister's troubles and death hurt Elloiese terribly.

She shivered as thunder rumbled with-in the dark grey sky.

"It's just another joyless day with in my blue and sunless life." She

whispered clouds forming around her lips and quickly dispersing into the

frigid air. She turned around slowly and started walking toward a glistening

light that was nearly out of view. As she walked she grabbed her soaked

skirt that was clinging to her legs. Hiking it up, Elouise broke out into a wild

run letting her trouble melt away with her thoughts. As she ran the

glistening light became bigger and could be plainly distinguished as a well lit

and cheerful little farm house that stood proudly atop a tree speckled hill.

At the bottom of the large hill Elouise stop and ducked under a canopy of

brown leafless but beautiful trees. There between two large trees was a

small dirt foot path that zigzagged and wove its way up the mini mountain

to the cellar entrance at the side of the hill top house. She took it and

easily hiked up it finding her self at a horizontal wooden door. grabbing the

wooden handle she quickly scurried inside. She lowered the door down over

her head as quietly as she could leaving her in hazy darkness. The grey

sunlight filtered through the knots and cracks of the wooden door and

illuminated her face in pale afternoon light. A small window on one wall to

her left made it possible to see around the dusty clutter. Kegs and barrels

sat unused and probably forgotten all around the floor and on wooden

shelves that were set nailed to the wall. She scurried around the large

buckets, barrels and bags. She stepped over small pitchers and kettles.

Slowly she made her way to a set of stairs three steps high. She hurried up

them and as quietly as possible she opened the creaking wooden door.

She cautiously poked her wet and dripping head through the portal into the

pantry. No one was there. A small smile dance on her lips and she tip toed

in closing the door behind her. In the pantry she found a towel that she had

hidden there after one rainy day walk. With it she dried her self off

moderately ambling her to sneak up to her room with out leaving a wet trail for

her maids to follow.

In the seclusion of her quiet little room that was set apart from the rest of

the house Elouise leisurely took her time picking out a different clean dress

and drying off. Even at the slow pace it didn't take her long to look fresh

and clean. As she stood in front of the looking glass buttoning the final

button and smoothing out her fresh cotton gown a soft little knock sound on

the dark wood door. Elouise bit her lip and looked herself over one last

time before hurrying to the door and letting in a maid carrying fire wood.

"Awful day out ain't it miss. With that terrible storm an' al. It looks simply

dreadful! I declare, when spring rolls around again my bones and I will be

singin' for joy!" The lady broadcast boisterously shattering the calm silence

to piece. Elouise's solemn, still expression changed to a subtle distaste

as the lady brushed past her blabbing and working all the same. Elouise

sighed and looked out the window longingly.

"I'm sure it's not all that bad. And if you look at it the right way it can be beautiful."

The maid set down the poker she had in her hand and followed Elloiese's

gaze to the window. She tilted her head to and fro then looked queerly at

her mistress.

"I... don't know" She stuttered not wanting to say what she thought out

right. Ignoring her odd mistress she began tending to the fire place again.