Everything Isn't Always As It Seems

"Wow," I said in awe as I stared at the enormous library, it was an ancient building. It didn't look like anything I had envisioned, I had expected weed-dominated walls with cracks in their pillars, scary statue of the Owlignus and some terrifying effects.

Everything really wasn't as it seemed from the otherside of the town, the weather outside the town was cold and unforgiving and the weather inside, warm and calm. Although, It was strange but I decided not to question that part seeing that uncle Jonah was really tired, perhaps another day, as he said earlier.

"Surprised, uh? I bet you were expecting creepy things because of the story I told you, you know what Deborah, everything isn't always as it seems," He smiled, voicing out my thought once again.

"Of course," I said as the car turned to the other street, I stared at the library until it vanished from my sight. There was something mysterious about the tale and library, like a connection, unknown to the world.

And Genesis, she was a woman scorned, a powerful Owlignus but yet—she simply gave out the town that was her beloved, a town she built and owned. Until it dawned on me,

"Uncle, can I ask one more question?"

"Sure, I'm all yours today." He replied.

"Good. When Genesis was still amongst humans, was she ever seen with a book as the tale implies that she liked to read?"

"Now that I think of it, she was never seen with a book, but she was always in the library. And being in the library means two things—to read or write." He responded.

"Oh, okay." I smiled at him. Even though the tale portrayed Genesis as a goody-two shoes kind of girl, and she was always in the library, but she was never seen with a book. And when she handed over the town, she requested the library in return, which meant only one thing—either the goody-two shoes front was a façade or she was cryptically bounded to the library. Either way, I was going to find out the truth, it was only right I satisfy my journalism itch.

The driver, Gates pulled up onto my grandmother's property. He opened our doors, acknowledging me with a simple smile.

Staring at me was a magnificent building, it was ancient as was every house in the town—but it was aesthetically beautiful and pleasing to the eyes. The exterior of the hundreds of years house leant into the light, as if seeking the warmth and calm.

My mother came to my side, she grabbed my hand we headed for the main door whilst my uncle and his friends went east. My grandmother's maids rushed out, happiness inscribed on their faces as they saw my mother. They ran to the driveway, grabbing each boxes.

Entering the house had the same feeling as the calling of a mother, my eyes greeted by family photographs which held sweet memories, the light from within shining upon the wide and golden pathway. The hoary house with its centuries settled foundations brought homey feeling and warmth to the landscape.

"My babies are here!" A familiar older voice yelled excitedly. The middle-aged woman, now in her 60s looked like a lot like her younger self but slightly rotund. She hugged me. I snuggled in, hugging her tightly, "I missed your warm hugs grandma."

Mom snickered, "Well, no hug for me?" I laughed out, pulling mom into our embrace, the arms around me squeezed a bit tighter and I breathed in more slowly, my body melting into the two most important women in my life as every muscle lost its tension to the starlight seeping through the curtains.

"You're big now my baby!" My grandmother said, staring at me.

"Oh, she's an adult," My mother made a sly, quizzical comment.

I was no Kendal Jenner but I came close. I was a 16-year-old, standing tall at 5'2 ft and—I could hold my own. I had strawberry blonde hair, a feature I got from my dad's genes. From what I'd seen so far, everyone in the town had black or dark brown hair—including my maternal family. With my striking baby blue eyes, which was no doubt my killer attribute—I could get any guy I wanted, any guy, and of course, I inherited those for my dad. I had no time for boys though, those hormonal teenagers only wanted one thing, my body. I had a pretty much toned body with porcelain skin, courtesy of years of working out with my father.

My father.

I tried not to think so hard about what he did, but I couldn't help it. He was present in all my memories. I couldn't believe he hit my mom, a woman he claimed he was utterly, irrevocably in love with. Which brought me to the vows they both made, how could you promise to to be there, in health and sickness, during bad and good times—but failed to fulfil any of it. Mom played her part though, she played her part well.

All men were the same, my father taught me that.

"Go and get settled in my child, you've been standing there for long," My grandmother pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Uh, I'm kinda new, you know," I chuckled at her.

She laughed, "Silly girl, the room on the left side of the hall is yours. Take the stairs," She replied me, pointing at the wooden stairs.

"Okay grandma, anything else?" I asked, twirling my necklace between my fingers. My 10th-year birthday gift from grandma Sadie.

"Yes of course. Come down when the clock strikes 7 for supper, you have school tomorrow."

"Say what now?! It's early Mom!" I exclaimed, turning towards my mother who was sitting on my grandmother's antique furniture. I dreaded the thought of going to a new school, I made few friends at Evermoore High, my former school because most of them couldn't keep up with me. I was a good and bad girl in the same boat, running both roles perfectly at intervals. I was pretty much popular, for you know what, pranks.

"The earlier the better baby, now, shoo, you got a early start," Mom responded.

They had no idea about what happens to a new student, the pranks, groups and oh! Bullies. They didn't seem like problems to me though, only the thought of making friends, because I was bad at it and that was what high-school's all about. Cliché and cheesy relationships with an icing of heartbreak and betrayals. I didn't like any of it.

"Fine!" I dragged the word out, reluctantly moving my feet to the stairs which seemed like I was walking into an adventure of no return. High-school.