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Jeremiah looked up at the moon in the sky, frowning. Sure it was a beautiful sight, but it had something he didn't. Freedom. Freedom was nice, being able to go where one wanted, to do what one wanted, to dress in whatever one wanted. To not have to wake up with the sun and be fully dressed by six thirty in the morning, it was ridiculous, the sun was barely up by six thirty, so why should he have to be dressed, down stairs and sitting at the table by that time? What was he, their slave? Although, he would rather be one of the maids that worked for his parents, they got more free time than him, they never had to sit through boring lessons about how they were better, or how when they go to school next year, things will be different and they would need to be prepared. In fact, all the maids had to do was clean, that's it, and cook, but those two things were easily done, sometimes, if his parents were not around, Miah would help them with some chores, he found them pretty fun which was odd for your average eleven year old, but since Miah was not allowed to clean or cook, he felt compelled to clean and cook, especially since cooking was really easy and the cooks were nice to him, they had to be, he had the power to fire them if he wanted to, but he was sure he couldn't bring himself to do that. They were all good people and they all were funny and fun to be with. Unlike a certain pair of adults that he shared the house with.
Walking on the pebble path that ran into a wall was quite boring, but it was better than hanging around his bedroom, his unbelievably big, blue room. Miah hated the colour blue, it was horrible, he liked hot colours, like red, pink and orange. The colours you saw when the sun rose and set, the colours you saw when someone laughed so hard from happiness. Not the colours you saw when it was storming, raining or when someone was cold. That was just depressing. But no-one seemed to notice this, the colour blue was depressing and saddening for Miah, so naturally he didn't like it. But he still had to live with it, because it was a 'gentlemans' colour.
It wasn't that Jeremiah didn't want to be a gentleman, it was just that he wanted to be a kid first, he wanted to play in the mud and all that sometimes, but he was never allowed. All he was allow to do was read, and that was even more boring. He sighed and climbed over a fence he had found a few days earlier, before he never looked at it twice, apparently it led to a cliff, but when Miah saw a cat jump over the fence, he figured that it must lead to somewhere interesting, most likely not a cliff, what cat would jump off a cliff? He laughed slightly when he realised that he was in a well grown garden. "How long have you been here?" He questioned, smelling some of the large, bright flowers. It was amazing, it was very dark, probably some time after three in the morning, but he could still tell the difference before the colours, they were all very bright colours, so it was quite easy. BUt what really caught his eye was an open window, the only reason he saw it, was the fact that something inside the room was generating some form of like.
He smiled brightly. He was right, he knew there was something more to his house, all those locked doors, all those 'maybe laters' he was told. He was only allowed in four main rooms, his bedroom, his bathroom, the kitchen and the dining room. That was it, all other rooms were locked with magic. No matter how much he tried to open the doors, it was impossible. So he would have to bite his curiosity and sit quietly. But now? He managed to get outside, his parents were not home, and he had the ability to go to a new room, what was he going to do? Climb the wall of course. It was easier thought than done, his upper arm strength was not as brilliant as it could be, in fact, he was quick physically weak compared to some boys his age, even though his father tried to make him more sport inclinded. But Miah didn't like sports, they were so messy and forceful, he didn't like the prospect of tackling boys to the ground, or hitting a small ball across a table with a paddle. He prefered to play simpler games, like board games, they were nice. Sometimes the maids would smuggle some Muggle board games and they would sit down and play them. That was fun, much more fun than breaking a bone trying to play with other boys, not that he would be allowed to play with other boys, he was only allowed to speak to them, he was never allowed to be closer than an arms length, since gentlemen didn't 'chill out', or high five their friends. Not that Miah had young male friends, that was just wishful thinking on his part.
Miah's mood brightened considerably when he climbed through the window and crept through the room. The room was quite bright and he saw what he thought was a girl, she was older than him, definately, but that didn't make him want to jump out the window and run away, he had not met many girls in his young life, and it was obvious that this girl had to have some sort of relation to him, why else would she be living in his house. He had butterflies in his stomach, he had discovered a massive secret, he shared this mansion with another person that was not an adult, the girl was older, but he wouldn't quite consider her an adult. "Hey, what's your name?" He asked, tapping the girl on the shoulder.
<i></i>Walking on the pebble path that ran into a wall was quite boring, but it was better than hanging around his bedroom, his unbelievably big, blue room. Miah hated the colour blue, it was horrible, he liked hot colours, like red, pink and orange. The colours you saw when the sun rose and set, the colours you saw when someone laughed so hard from happiness. Not the colours you saw when it was storming, raining or when someone was cold. That was just depressing. But no-one seemed to notice this, the colour blue was depressing and saddening for Miah, so naturally he didn't like it. But he still had to live with it, because it was a 'gentlemans' colour.
It wasn't that Jeremiah didn't want to be a gentleman, it was just that he wanted to be a kid first, he wanted to play in the mud and all that sometimes, but he was never allowed. All he was allow to do was read, and that was even more boring. He sighed and climbed over a fence he had found a few days earlier, before he never looked at it twice, apparently it led to a cliff, but when Miah saw a cat jump over the fence, he figured that it must lead to somewhere interesting, most likely not a cliff, what cat would jump off a cliff? He laughed slightly when he realised that he was in a well grown garden. "How long have you been here?" He questioned, smelling some of the large, bright flowers. It was amazing, it was very dark, probably some time after three in the morning, but he could still tell the difference before the colours, they were all very bright colours, so it was quite easy. BUt what really caught his eye was an open window, the only reason he saw it, was the fact that something inside the room was generating some form of like.
He smiled brightly. He was right, he knew there was something more to his house, all those locked doors, all those 'maybe laters' he was told. He was only allowed in four main rooms, his bedroom, his bathroom, the kitchen and the dining room. That was it, all other rooms were locked with magic. No matter how much he tried to open the doors, it was impossible. So he would have to bite his curiosity and sit quietly. But now? He managed to get outside, his parents were not home, and he had the ability to go to a new room, what was he going to do? Climb the wall of course. It was easier thought than done, his upper arm strength was not as brilliant as it could be, in fact, he was quick physically weak compared to some boys his age, even though his father tried to make him more sport inclinded. But Miah didn't like sports, they were so messy and forceful, he didn't like the prospect of tackling boys to the ground, or hitting a small ball across a table with a paddle. He prefered to play simpler games, like board games, they were nice. Sometimes the maids would smuggle some Muggle board games and they would sit down and play them. That was fun, much more fun than breaking a bone trying to play with other boys, not that he would be allowed to play with other boys, he was only allowed to speak to them, he was never allowed to be closer than an arms length, since gentlemen didn't 'chill out', or high five their friends. Not that Miah had young male friends, that was just wishful thinking on his part.
Miah's mood brightened considerably when he climbed through the window and crept through the room. The room was quite bright and he saw what he thought was a girl, she was older than him, definately, but that didn't make him want to jump out the window and run away, he had not met many girls in his young life, and it was obvious that this girl had to have some sort of relation to him, why else would she be living in his house. He had butterflies in his stomach, he had discovered a massive secret, he shared this mansion with another person that was not an adult, the girl was older, but he wouldn't quite consider her an adult. "Hey, what's your name?" He asked, tapping the girl on the shoulder.
