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When the morning time had risen, everybody had heard at least a slice about this case through the distressed parents. For those who shared their heart for the mother and father (mostly the female audience) , the citizens helped search for the missing daughter.
The mother was a lady called Janese. Janese had long brown hair that reflected the glow of sun; her attire wasn't the richest kind. After all, if you weren't a royal, anything was hard to get, including a pretty, non-stained dress.
Today, the mother was filling up a heavy wooden bucket near her home to prepare a meal. Mademoiselle lived next to a water source, so it wasn't the hardest of work (Nonlike Cosettes journey in Les Misérables goddamn).
-Mme Janese! (Mademoiselle Janese!)
A female voice called her name in the distance.
That voice belonged to one of her supportive friends she had made during her investigations. She was quite lovely actually. This lovely gal was Marie, yes she is somewhat relevant to the story ig.
- Mme Marie! Comment va tu? ( Miss Marie! How are you?) Janese responds in a tired like tone.
- Oh Mme Janese... Mon mari et moi voulait te souhaiter de la bonne chance de dieux pour retrouver votre chère fille. Comme une mère moi-même, je ne pourrais jamais m'imaginer dans votre place. (Oh miss Janese... My husband and I wanted to wish you good luck from god to find your prescious child. As a mother myself, I could never imagine myself in your place.) Says Miss Marie
Maries husband nods subtly and gives Janese a small warm smile.
- Comme ma belle femme, je vous souhaite de la bonne chance, Mme. (Like my beautiful wife, I wish you good luck madame)
Janese forces herself to give somewhat of a smile to the couple. It would not mean she despises them both or anything; it would simply be that she just had rough times lately.
- Merci, a vous deux. (Thanks to you both) Janese manages to say to them nicely. Il y a une place divain au ciel pour des paysans comme vous. (Theres a devin place in the sky for people like you)
- Merci, Mademoiselle! A plus tard! (Thank you, Mademoiselle, see you later!) Smiles Marie before softly running of in the distance with joy, her husband chasing after her out of breath. Marie seems so perfect and carefree.
- A plus tard. (See you later.) Responds Janese with a gloomy tone before returning to her now filled bucket.
Janese returned to her home not too far away. While Janese had lost her daughter, there was still another child at home she had to take care of who went by the name ‘Mordikai’. The older sibling of the two, or when... there used to be two. He was awake by now, waiting for breakfast. Today, Mordikai was going to hang out with his friends, so he wanted to eat fast.
(To understand better, Mordikai and his family lived in what would now be considered down town in todays standards. In this era, not everyone had education. In that group, it includes Mordikai. Which is why he is not at school or anything)
The door lets out a sound as it creaks open, and Janese walks in, bucket in her hand. The boy was sat down at the dinner table, hitting his fists against the wooden surface. He kicks his feet in the air, probably waiting for food in an impatient demeanor. Surprising for a boy of 16 reaching 17.
- Mamannnnnn, avais-tu vue mes amis quand tu étais dehors ? Tu parlais a quelqu'un, je suis sure ! (Mommm, did you see my friends when you were outside??? You were speaking to someone, im sure of it!!)
- Oui, mais ce n’étaient pas tes amis, juste un ami a moi. ( Yes but it wasnt your friends, it was just a friend of mine.)
Eurghhhhh
Janese sighs. Maybe it's good she only had one person to deal with for now, well, besides for her husband who's hard at work.
Time skippy skip and woahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Water potato. I mean, ngl it sounds good gang.
Yark! Pourquoi j’essaie meme? (Ew! Why do I try, anyway?) Yells Mordikai to his mother. Not too long after, he throws the potato on the ground and smashes it under his heel.
Seriously? Actually, maybe the mother misses her timid daughter.
Mordikai walks near the door with heavy steps angerly.
Je vais aller chercher mes amis, au enfers avec toi. ( Im going to go get my friends, to hell with you.)
Mordikai! Scoffs Janese offended
The door gets slammed shut by that little bitch that im already getting angry by just writing him. Janese lets out an angry scoff this time as she slightly hangs onto the wooden table, where had her daughter gone all this time. She believed one day Julietta would come home, one day. Maybe if she just believed hard enough. (One day more, another day another destiny)