Angelita~ I felt pretty spectacular at the last headline, and continued floating through the manor, moaning like a ghost would. I went back up to the attic, looking out the window. The sky was a beautiful purple color, like a velvety colour. It was almost the end of sunset. The last colour was black. I sighed, looking at all my items that I took after I died. Master James never used the attic anyway, and I loved the attic. The place I would go after being upset or sad. I smiled to myself, looking at my picture with Master James, Mistress Janet and their daughter, LeeAnne. I remember that day still. It was in maybe November? A beautiful gusty day, the leaves blowing around, and the auburn colors around me making me feel warm, despite the cold weather. My hair was brown, and cut to my shoulders. My eyes were an icy colour of blue. They were cold, compared to my loving and genuine personality, the comment I often received from Janet and James. I would watch LeeAnne in the park, playing with the other children. They loved that girl because of her personality, not because of her family's wealth. That's what I thought was miraculous. They knew LeeAnne for her funny, brightening personality. Her ability to turn anyone's frown upside down.
Evangelina~ I sat up in bed, unable to sleep, and I though about my previous home back in England. Oh how I missed that place... I sighed and thought about the reason I decided to leave. That argument that led to me moving to a whole new country. I shuddered as the conversation played in my head. I walked into the front room of my old home in England. I lived there with my mother and father, we weren't rich but we weren't poor. Our house was decorated quite modernly and we had pictures of abstract art dotted around the house. My father and mother were seated on one of the cream couches. They both looked up as I entered, "You wanted to see me?" I looked at them both, trying to work out from their expressions why they called me. "Yes..." that was my father "Your mother and I want you to move to America." I shook my head and I was back in the present, my cheeks wet with tears. "Why did I have to leave..."
I'll slow it down. Thanks Kat _________________________ Angelita~ Thinking~ that's what I loved to do back in my day. Think. Think about the past, present, and the future. Back in the past, in my teen years, I was an immigrant from Italy. The wonderful country of Italy. I smiled at the thought. Italy. My old country, or home I should say. I left Italy because my family had many children to take care of, and I no longer wanted to be a problem for my parents. I didn't want them spending too much money either. Our parents were in a right money squeeze, and I left. Me leaving would be a child they didn't have to worry about any longer. They had a total of six children. I was the eldest for age seventeen. Sure I had a few problems traveling and such, but when I arrived in America, I smiled and exited the docks. Such a long travel by sea. I did make a couple of Friends along the way. I couldn't afford a house, and I was a waitress at the time Master James found me. He said I was perfect for a maid. I worked under master James until my death at age twenty six. At age twenty I had been diagnosed with that neatness disease. Being twenty four, Ronald was hired as a butler after our last one left for England to stay with his family. Ronald hated me for being head maid, and for having to work with the butlers as well. But look at me now, I'm dead thanks to that potato eating bastard. I sighed again, and decided to stop using energy to find memories, I'd rather waste energy making some.
Evangelina~ I sat on my bed crying silently. Why did I have to remember that!? Why did that one night just have to pop up?! I stood and looked around in my bag for a tissue. I found one and
*I found one and wiped my eyes. "Breathe Eva... Breathe."I sighs and went downstairs to get another drink and to wash my plate and mug. Once in the kitchen I looked in all the cupboards. All empty apart from a jar of coffee and some bread and butter that I bought with me. I got out my notepad and pen and wrote: Tomorrow= Shopping I stuck it on the counter top and turned the sink tap on and started scrubbing at my plate with an old cloth.
Angelita~ I floated aimlessly through the house, singing a song my mother taught me as a young girl in Italian. I would sing it to the birds, and I sang it to my mother when she asked me to. I smiled slightly at the rising sun, like it was awake with the world. I loved it. The sky was a light tint of purple, and a really lovely sea blue and at the end, a beautiful sunflower yellow. I kept singing, tidying things up as I went through the house. I heard crying earlier, but I'm sure it was the girl that lived here. She seems somewhat happy living here in my presence. That makes my day.
Evangelina~ I looked up from the dish I was scrubbing and looked around. I swear I heard singing... Oh well, it must've been my ghost friend. I smiled at the thought of having a ghost as a friend. I finished washing my plate and cup and I went into the sitting room. I made a note of what was in the room and I walked back out and into what looked like a library. Along the walls were shelves and shelves full of books. I used to love reading... Before my father went crazy one night and decided to make a bonfire in my room of all my books. I shook my head again. "Just forget it..." I took out my notepad and began counting how many books there were on each shelf.
Angelita~ I followed the girl, and my singing stopped. "Master James loved reading." She looked up, and looked around in confusion. I sighed, holding my hand out, becoming slightly visible. She gaped at me, like I was something special. "I used to come here, or the attic when I was alive." I said, running my hand through the bookshelf. The girl was quite pretty. She was still speechless. "You know, you look like LeeAnne...." I said, looking at her sadly. "LeeAnne was James' daughter. A lovely girl and family it was. Straight from England. Wonderful manners really." I spoke one last time, before becoming invisible. She was so much like LeeAnne, with her looks. LeeAnne and her mother Janet shared the same looks. So I was being reminded of them both. "I'm Angelita, the ghost maid of Matrix Manor." I said, intro during myself politely.