Alex Hale - The Journey to the Land of Trees

Here comes the morning, childrenhave already descendedstairs. And Patrick made them breakfast. He remembered how, as a child, Barbara made him sandwiches in the morning, he missed his parents. He made sandwiches for the children according to his mother’s recipe. ““Children, quickly everyone in the car, a new school is waiting for you and I hope that you will not have problems in this school!”” said Patrick. They drove for about twenty minutes, the school was almost like a city school. All three were worried, but Patrick tried to support the children. As they walked down a long corridor, Patrick knocked on the headmaster’s door. ““Mrs. Fisher, I’m Patrick Edwards, I called you about the children..”” Patrick shouted in a trembling voice. The door opened, in front of them, holding the handle, stood a tall woman, about forty-five years old. The serious, stern expression on her face frightened even Patrick. Clara Fisher – that was the name of the headmistress, silently went into the office. Patrick followed her, followed by Jessica and Charlie. ““This is my daughter Jessica, she is 13 years old, she is capable, and this is Charlie, he doesn’t talk much, he’s very smart, their mother died, Emily had cancer. I could not live in the city, in the house in which we lived as a family, in the city school the children had problems, with classmates, there was a house in which my father grew up. We just moved here, I’m surethere is a completely different atmosphere in the local school, Mrs. Fisher, you said when I called you, I was worried, but I also understood that the children now had only me left and to help them, my duty, as a father,”” said Patrick, hoping that Mrs. Fisher would not mind accepting his children into her school. The woman looked at the children, then at Patrick, who suddenly saw in this strict, at first glance, man, a kind, gentle person. “Mr. Edwards, your fate, your grief, loss after loss, you have had a lot to go through, as well as your children. You heard that I am very strict, that the rules set by me apply at school, yes, it’s true, being strict does not mean being unfair, because I am also a person, I also lost many loved ones, I went through a lot. And I understand you, there are free places in the school, your children will study at this school, I hope that I will not regret my decision to accept your children in this school, from tomorrow your children will start attending classes!””. Patrick thanked Mrs. Fisher. After the end of the process of new children to school, Patrick got into the car, on the way home, he drove to the brother of a neighbor who worked in a convenience store. Entering the mini market, Patrick greeted Michael, boughtvegetables, sweets for children and of course cheese. Arriving home and having lunch, Patrick opened his laptop, he read various articles, news. The phone rang, it was a home phone, Patrick left the office, Jessica went into her father’s office, thinking she just looked towards the laptop, the girl’s attention was attracted by an article about strange phenomena occurring in the forest. Some residents of nearby villages claimed to have heard voices that came from the forest. Although no one lives in that forest. She did not have time to finish reading, Patrick returned to the office. Jessica returned to her room. She thought about that article, many questions swirling in her head. Jessica was generally a curious girl, and now she wanted to know about this story, as much as possible. There were only doubts. You never know what these people could hear.. Maybe they just heard. Village, where Jessica’s family had moved in was also close to the woods, but Jessica hadn’t heard anything of the sort. She did not notice how evening came when she went downstairs, Charlie was already in the kitchen. And Patrick was carrying oven-roasted chicken. He walked, staggering, it was not usual for him. The children laughed, Patrick was glad that he could make them laugh. “Yes, I agree, I look like a drunk, but I just never baked a chicken in the oven and did not carry it to the table, but next time, I can do it better, it’s funny to me.” Patrick said, laughing and at the same time afraid to drop the chicken. Everything really looked funny, finally everyone sat down at the table and there was silence. Which Patrick soon broke. “You liked the new school, I’m interested in your opinion, from tomorrow you will go to a local school, was also close to the woods, but Jessica heard nothing of the sort. She did not notice how evening came when she went downstairs, Charlie was already in the kitchen. And Patrick was carrying oven-roasted chicken. He walked, staggering, it was not usual for him. The children laughed, Patrick was glad that he could make them laugh. “Yes, I agree, I look like a drunk, but I just never baked a chicken in the oven and did not carry it to the table, but next time, I can do it better, it’s funny to me.” Patrick said, laughing and at the same time afraid to drop the chicken. Everything really looked funny, finally everyone sat down at the table and there was silence. Which Patrick soon broke. “You liked the new school, I’m interested in your opinion, from tomorrow you will go to a local school, was also close to the woods, but Jessica heard nothing of the sort. She did not notice how evening came when she went downstairs, Charlie was already in the kitchen. And Patrick was carrying oven-roasted chicken. He walked, staggering, it was not usual for him. The children laughed, Patrick was glad that he could make them laugh. “Yes, I agree, I look like a drunk, but I just never baked a chicken in the oven and did not carry it to the table, but next time, I can do it better, it’s funny to me.” Patrick said, laughing and at the same time afraid to drop the chicken. Everything really looked funny, finally everyone sat down at the table and there was silence. Which Patrick soon broke. “You liked the new school, I’m interested in your opinion, from tomorrow you will go to a local school, She did not notice how evening came when she went downstairs, Charlie was already in the kitchen. And Patrick was carrying oven-roasted chicken. He walked, staggering, it was not usual for him. The children laughed, Patrick was glad that he could make them laugh. “Yes, I agree, I look like a drunk, but I just never baked a chicken in the oven and did not carry it to the table, but next time, I can do it better, it’s funny to me.” Patrick said, laughing and at the same time afraid to drop the chicken. Everything really looked funny, finally everyone sat down at the table and there was silence. Which Patrick soon broke. “You liked the new school, I’m interested in your opinion, from tomorrow you will go to a local school, She did not notice how evening came when she went downstairs, Charlie was already in the kitchen. And Patrick was carrying oven-roasted chicken. He walked, staggering, it was not usual for him. The children laughed, Patrick was glad that he could make them laugh. “Yes, I agree, I look like a drunk, but I just never baked a chicken in the oven and did not carry it to the table, but next time, I can do it better, it’s funny to me.” Patrick said, laughing and at the same time afraid to drop the chicken. Everything really looked funny, finally everyone sat down at the table and there was silence. Which Patrick soon broke. “You liked the new school, I’m interested in your opinion, from tomorrow you will go to a local school, it was not usual for him. The children laughed, Patrick was glad that he could make them laugh. “Yes, I agree, I look like a drunk, but I just never baked a chicken in the oven and did not carry it to the table, but next time, I can do it better, it’s funny to me.” Patrick said, laughing and at the same time afraid to drop the chicken. Everything really looked funny, finally everyone sat down at the table and there was silence.Читать дальше