Chapter 4

July 10,( Night)

I can not believe that I fought with Gratel.

He has been all pouty cause I did not meet with him yesterday.

He asked the reason and I said that it was a secret.

That made him more angry.

"Friends don't have secrets."

But Girls do.

And no matter what, Gratel was is not a girl.

"If you are going to be like this, we should break our friendship up,"Gratel, then threatened to close the window.

Like fine!

I stormed off angrily.

It was not like I did not have another friend. I had a friend who was prettier than Gratel- What's better, that friend is an actual girl.

"This is an age when children hurt and get hurt without knowing the Consequences," I remember my aunt's words.

I am an adult how.I already had first my monthly.

Beside, no matter how much of an angel Riet was, she was never going to help me to plan a murder.

" I have something you can have," I turn back to glare at Gratel, as I have suspected. Gratel's face looked like he was already regretting argument. • But you need to change the plan!"

As an adult I have to understand that Gratel is a lonely child. He is not allowed outside of his house.

The only kindness his parents have showed is pretending to not notice how we have been are meeting by the window of his room.

"This is chocolate, where did you get this?" "A guest came yesterday!," I lied a little.

I did do not want Gratel to find out about my new friend incase he feels like I have betrayed his friendship.

"This thing is expensive. I had it once when we went to capital to Celebrate the Christmas eve,"he seems surprised, " The guest must have beew rich":

"Yes, she is a Darwin, Isabel's would-be- in-law."

I can not believe that Riet is having something so delicious & expensive each month.

" Darwins holds the contract of Shipping of Chocolate ," Gratel told me," Besides their paper and coal mines, chocolate is their big profit, if Isabel marries into their family, you might get to eat this all your life ." I punched on his window door angrily.

"Oh, except Isabel is not getting married," Gratel quickly changed the topic, "Since we will be murdering the groom-"

"But no stabbing him," I interrupted him.

"Actually let's cut the stabbing out," Gratel agrees with me.

I was surprised about how easy he was, "What do you mean?"

"I was collecting articles about Jonathan Darwin, the groom," he showed me a pile of paper, • "To know own enemy, better, what I find out was he went to the War".

He showed me the article. Jonathan Darwin was wearing millitary uniform getting medals.

He worked as a sniper for four years after which he got promoted as a tactician," Gratel showed me the lines he had marked .

"What's a sniper? "

"They shoot with guns from distance, stuffs like that".

"Then he must not have been good at fighting if he has to shoot people from far," I laughed off," What a coward."

"He has the highest killing count in his last year of work," Gratel told me with a serious face.

"That's just bragging."

I already knew that Jonatha is a monster.

"But I don't think you can take him hand in hand,"Gratel told me." The next best option would be poison!"

Dear Diary, today I found out that humans can die by eating anything.

From dish soap to spoiled meat to clothes and pesticides and anything.

The problem is how to make him eat it. Jonathan is not like Fred who would eat anything if offered.

Now I wonder, why Fred is still alive. While on the subject, we can bury are Fred too. It will not hurt to commit another murder.

"What about his drinking habit?," Gratel asked me, "You know excessive alchohol can also kill a person!"

I shook my head.

I have never noticed so closely. I did not know it anything about

Jonathan Darwin, well, except the fact that Jonathan was a monster.

"Do not fret my minion". Gratel gives me a smile, "We will figure something out there is nothing about a murder that I can not find out"

Gratel must still be awake now, looking for a way.

But I must go to sleep. I can hear the attic ghost coming down the stairs.

July, 11, Evening NOON :

I can not believe I am saying it .

But I need to run away. I am done with my family.

I am done with aunt.

They just have to and start my class.

With an old hag .

A carriage came early in the morning and I was dragged out of my bed, washed and braided.

Before I could come back to my sense I was sitting infront of an old hag.

"Lets start the class," she sad when I did not have any knowledge of where was I, why was I there?

Heck, at four in the morning if you ask my name I would probably say it is Isabella Robin.

"We will start with math," she said the only subject that I had been allergic to since I was child.

It started with simple multiplication, Subtraction, division.

Isabella has been tutoring me with mathematics & science since I had been little.

Although aunt had protested that I would never have to use trigonometry, she could not speak against my sister.

Then it was it history.

For once, I could remember the civil war dates that I had gone through as rhymes.

I was annoyed.

Who was this old hag? Why was she disturbing me early in the morning.

I was tempted fly my leg over the table and kick the lady right in the chest and go back to sleep like nothing had happened, but I could feel aunt sitting right me behind glaring like a vulture waiting for a person to drop dead on a deserted Island.

Then the lady moved to Geography and I gave up.

I just stopped answering and started snoring on the couch like I had fallen asleep.

" Miss Aubabelle Robin?," the old lady said ," I know that you are not sleeping."

I did not give up my act.

"I can't garrantee that your aunt will not hit you in the next ten seconds"

I sat up.

"It must be exhusting for you to get up so early," the woman said without sympathy," How about

you and I take a walk to wake you up before continuing your studies ?"

And my family threw me out of the house.

I could barely see anything.

I was keeping my one eye close so it could get rest while my

other eye do the job.

The morning air was cool on my face. I sneezed hard .

"We need to work on your etiquette",the woman said," And I heard that are a lost cause in embroidery".

"Certainly not, ma'am" I told her, I did not know if I was just sleep-talking or answering her consciously,"I know enough about needles to stich up a wound if someones gets a cut ".

"That's a good thing!,"the old lady's blue eyes twinkled with humour," It will come in handy. our household, since men in our house to addicted to joining. war."

"That's kind of nice," I yawned, "You have leas mouth to nag at you, then."

The old lady laughed out.

"Anne, honey,"my aunt's voice was heard somewhere, it sounded like she was chewing the words before splitting them out.

"It is alright, Miss Flores,"the old reassured my aunt ,"I heard that she is also related to Margaret by blood I will not be here to humour myself if I can not take a sharp tongue."

"Tongues are blunt, teeth are sharp?,"I rubbed my eyes back my vision trying hard to make sense of what I was seeing around me.

A pait of warm hands hold my palm, they wore black gloves, parted to reveal a face that had aged beautifully .The smile wrinkles were deep , her eyebrows were grey, but there was mischevous youth in her blue eyes.

"What do you say Miss Robin?," when she talked she smelled like cinnamon and sugar ,"Would you like to come and stay at our home ."

"But I have my own,"I told her. "You look familiar ."

"Where have you seen me, do you realise?,"the old lady asked me.

Now that the sun was up ,I could see better.

I remembered her.

The bile rose to my tongue. I was bitter all over as if my veins were swelling with anxiety & pure hatred.

This was the woman, the reason Isabella was walking to her death.

"You are Darwin Alissa Jennifer," I said ,"My sister's would-be-mother-in-law."