I am not good with beginnings. I never have been. When I sit down with my computer or note pad, ready to open the door to my private, alternative world of make believe, it is difficult to get something down on the paper. When the letters finally starts resemble something like words, they tend to look like a bunch of words randomly put together by someone who does not care. I care. It is just that I can not do it. That is why I usually start with a cliché. I was thinking of doing the same right now, you know. The only thing was that after thinking about what I wanted to write, it did not make sense to bore you even before I got the chance to tell you why. In fact, if you had read my original beginning, you would not have come this far. You do not believe me? Very well, then, lets give you the first three sentences of my last novella.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the wind danced among the leaves in the many trees surrounding the four buildings. Yes, it was truly a beautiful morning. A perfect beginning of a perfect year.
Still there? Good. You see, first day of school is the day after tomorrow, so I arrived earlier today. Whenever I walk into the school grounds before a new term begins, I have to notice the details. Pretty details in nature, and sometimes also on the buildings. I need all the positivity I can find, because I am always scared that I will break down or get hysterical. For some people, leaving home is not a dance on roses.
I have four siblings. Four beautiful children whom I love very much, and they take up most of my time when I am at home. Even now at school it feels like they are with me, although I can not see them or give them a hug or two. After attending William Dodd Boarding School for two years, I have noticed that most of my fellow class mates enjoy being away from their siblings, but not me. I reckon I am just very close to them. Especially the youngest one, Olivia. She is like my daughter. But enough about that. That is a story I will save for later, because I am sure it will pop up again sooner or later.
Now that the beginning is out of the way, it is time to move on to more serious matters. I want to tell you about life, about issues we all face in our every day life. I want to talk about what I see whenever I peak out of my dorm room. I want to share what life is to me, and what I fill it with, but before I can do that, death has to appear. I'll see if I can include that in my next entry. This was supposed to be a brief introduction.
My name is Quindolyn Josephina Baine, I am seventeen years old, and the last couple of years I have been attending a boarding school pretty far from home. It is not that I can't be on my own, it's just that I love my family, and I know they can't be on their own. Not since mother died. I love to read and write, and to be in charge is one of my specialities on the social field. You see, I am not particularly talkative.
Anyways, thanks for the attention. I promise to pop by soon with a new entry or two.
Lots of love,
Quin
