My Mother Of the Unknown

“Gillian!”, “It’s me”, I was dreaming, I knew I was dreaming, “Gillian, over here”, “huh?”, I couldn’t believe my eyes, there sat the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen, her golden locks glistened like sun-hit gold, her red lips like the sweetest of all red apples, this was no ordinary human being, this was a goddess, “Gillian! Come here”, who was she? Why did she appear to me? Questions of all sorts raced my mind until I finally came to a conclusion, she was a witch, “hey, um miss witch”, I started with, “could you-“, “my Gillian, you are a silly goat”, gee thanks, last time I checked, imaginary things don’t have come-backs worse than those of The McGovern Quad, in confusion, I pulled the face you probably would’ve if your mom did the chicken dance for April Fools, “ok, wait, wait, wait”, I said in annoyance, “who the hell are you?” “why the hell are you in MY dream?” And “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!” I’ll be honest I was expecting her to burst into tears or something, I really need some intimidation lessons…She pulled the bored face at me, “listen Hun, I only get to talk to you once a month , okay”, “yeah okay, like I’m going to believe that bull-“, “hush child, now how was your day”, this woman’s crazy, no, not crazy, DELUSIONAL, oh yeah well my day went great, slept off, had a dream about some psycho woman asking how my FREAKING day was?! HA! If they haven’t put me in an asylum by daylight, call me a three back-sided HIPPO, “NUH-UH, NO WAY, AIN’T TAKING THIS, NOPE!” “Ugh, would actually help if this curse thing would stop taking away your memories”, she’s clearly mad, it says it all over her face, “save me the regret woman”, “now who the hell ONCE AGAIN ARE YOU?!” “I’m your mother but it’s not like you’re going to remember when you wake up”, “no, um- WAIT, you’re Adrianna Gates?!” “No… I’m Adrianna Alena Gates”, no way I was seeing my very own mother for the very first time, I had so much questions to ask but I guess this is where my story begins…

SUNDAY 1 OF AUGUST

On a cold night, in the first Sunday of August, I was born, “a carbon-copy” of my mother, same eyes, lips, nose, everything! Like all Gates, the first female child looks EXACTLY like the mother, except at the age of 6 your hair changes colour, it could be normal like: brown or black, maybe even ginger or blonde, only few get exotic colours and these are normally associated with your personality and in few cases your zodiac sign! Born a Leo and haven’t have had any recent female children with exotic colours, my family expected ginger, it was the closest colour to my sign, at 5pm that day, my family witnessed “The Change”, I wasn’t brown nor black, ginger nor blonde, I was Blood Red, it changed again and I ended up with a gradient from the mid-line to the tip of my hair, it had transformed TWICE, Granny said it had only happened to our ancestors and stopped on Mother Nirievesha, my mother cried tears of joy apparently, my father still in shock couldn’t believe what her was seeing… From age 6 and onwards other changes began to take place, at age 8 i didn’t look like my mother anymore, but she’d already set sail for the world when I was seven. The day came, the day I received my mark of Leo: Bravery, it all started with a dot and in the course of a week it had turned to the head of a lion, it roared everytime I was in danger or trying to save someone or something, meanwhile in the space of time between my 8^th to 9^th birthday, I’d gained and mastered the art of speed and agility, I was also meant to have picked up the art of intimidation on the way, but I guess I’m a slow learner. On my 9^th birthday, the supernatural growth stops and gives way for the physical growth.

“MmMM,GOOD MORNING!”, I said as I pulled my white magnificent curtains. I did my normal morning routine of applying face mask imported from the city because you can never find these things in the country side which is where I live. I rushed downstairs because today was Tuesday which means… PANCAKE DAY! “Oh glorious day of Tuesday”, I said while taking a seat, “will you marry me?” Only for someone to make her grand entrance followed with “I must apologise for the saddening news, but we are engaged-“ “since when?!” Athena barged in, “we’re married”, we all burst into laughter as we exchanged greetings. I live with my cousins, Athena and India Williams. With my parents always travelling and my uncle kindle going on daily trips with Mr Williams life gets…Complicated, you see my mother has 6 siblings, Uncle Gray being the eldest and the most amusing, Uncle Marcus being the dramatic one, my mum being the first female and the stubborn one, Aunt Lucy being the quirky inventor, Uncle Daniel, the all serious scientist and my favourite, Aunt Mabel, Athena and India’s mum, known as The Holy Pancake CHEF, for short.

“YUM! Thanks Aunt Mabel”, I said with the widest smile on my face, which some considered scary, I’m not scary, am I scary?... I fink not, I got up and left for my outdoor chores, with most farm incorporated families living in HavenDale and providing for the city, everyone has their “house”, the house term is normally associated with farm, the houses are: Williams, Thumbus, Blake, Kandove, Grove and McGovern, the most probelematic being Kandove in my opinion, all in favour say I, no, just me? Ok- Never mind.

The Kandoves are a rich French originated family, having moved here and welcomed greatly didn’t exactly seem to please them, rivalry began with Mr Thumbus and Mr Kandove, NOT A PLEASANT SCENE, wouldn’t recommend it, nope, ain’t watching that movie again. The Kandoves moved here about a year ago and just us thinking things couldn’t get worse IT DID, only about six months ago, their snobby little snot bag was spotted with them going over to the Blakes to introduce him, “Meet Prometheus Alexander Sturgeon Kandove”, they said, “Oh he’s my little angel”, they said, “What a beautiful son you have”, THEY SAID, that kid brings trouble and is so problematic like- no, I just… no.

As I moved out of the house, something didn’t feel right. Wait. Is that expensive French perfume I smell, out of nowhere the inhuman brat flew over me ready to attack! “Nice try Pom Pom”, I said with a teasing grin, he scowled and walked in the direction of the Grove’s.

I approached the fields, ready to meet up with Alfie and Rose, my two bestfriends, only to find them, The McGovern Quad, a group of brainless quadruplets sitting in my favourite spot, like… That’s stooping too low! I walked towards the Blake’s house and luckily I found Alfie and Rose standing outside, I waved over and they seem to have noticed me, I ran over to them and nudged my head in the direction of the fields, they got the gist and chuckled.

“Hey Gilly, what’s up”, Alfie asked, Rose replied “Your foul ego, what else?” “The brainless manic sitting next to me”, “WHY YOU-“, I burst out laughing, these two indeed were my best friends.

Later that evening, we had received a “special guest”, I walked through the door and into the living room to find Uncle Kindle enjoying a cup of beer, “Now how’s my stubborn niece doing?” I’d always been stubborn apparently, one of the traits I received from my mother along with determination. When I was about the age of three, my family hoped I would somehow turn out like my humble dad, my mum wouldn’t hear one word of it and knew I was going to be somehow like her, a few years passed and she was pleased to see she was right.

My Uncle sat next to a woman, her beauty was so exposed, her golden locks glistened, her blue eyes made it seem like I was staring into the distant ocean, I’d known her… but I didn’t know her, I’m cursed not to even remember my own mother, I felt connected, she smiled, I turned to walk to my room and then she spoke, “My Gillian, how rude”, “sorry?”, why was I apologising, I hadn’t even said or done anything to her…”Good, you should be”, she said in the pettiest of all petty voices, whatever she was really annoying. I walked upstairs and up to my room only to find her LYING IN MY BED, “okay, I don’t know you-“ “And I don’t know you either”, she quickly replied, this feeling, was she lying? I caught a glimpse of what looked like a scorpion, she couldn’t be… was she? “Your mother is a stubborn creature, always going behind people’s backs and stinging when she was ready”, does she not recognise me? Maybe she isn’t, but who is she?