Forgotten Memories by Jennifer Newman (top 10 most read books in the world TXT) 📕

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For now however I would continue to wonder aimlessly round the humongous house finding all the rooms my Aunt had told me there was. Seeing yet again how the first family to live here would have led their daily routeing. Young still learning the way of the adults while the old by which I mean twenty or twenty five for that was old back then. Coming back to visit their family after being married off to someone that their family thought worthy. The picture I have however is one of them all the family home still with the same surname and no experience of anything different.
The family still as one before the brake. Dividing the family in two. No three parts of the once great family that had roamed these halls. Falling to a disasters end. No fairy tale ending to that family. Although they were the first family I had read about in the books. The disaster though was still a mystery to me. I had looked through most of the books I could find which okay is not many but still. None of which told me any details apart from the fact that the family slit up and divided into three instead of one. Two of the elder sisters going off on their own breaking the family. The reasons for this were not mentioned and the third sister never spoken of.
The books I had read about them were all from one person’s point of view all with the same tone of knowing but never leaving an opinion or biased written word in any of the books. If that alone was not hard enough to read they were all about the size of my head and about that thick two.
Yes I just called myself thick. How could I have not realized?!?! I quicken my pace making my way back to the library along the hall. The oak door in front of me gave way to my entry straight away letting me make my way over to the shelf I had been yesterday with its cushioned chair pulled up beside the shelf itself. Trust me after a while that chair is not what you would call comfortable. I reached up for one of the many book I had consumed all the knowledge available. Lifting it down from its high shelf I examined the front cover before moving onto the side when I could not see any intelligible name of the author.
There! Right in front of my own eyes! How could I have missed that? Arthur McBride my great great something uncle. That’s why I wasn’t getting any information. He was the man of the house of course in his books I was not going to get a real insight on this life that his family had lead and why they it had ended in a three way slit. Glancing at the clock I lifted the book back up to the shelf and exited the room. Still thinking off the first family to have lived in this house. The surname carrying on for generations as it is the same as mine now. Lenora McBride. If anyone back in London had called me by my full name I would have pretty much ignored them for the rest of the time I knew them. It would drive me crazy having my name as Lenora what had my parents been thinking. That was back when I was like ten and had no idea how much I would soon grow to like my name. It was the same as my Aunts on my mum’s side. Only thing that was different is the surname. Gregory. My mum’s maiden name. After realizing that I started to like my name. I still preferred Nora for the simple fact that it was shorter and easier to say. Dad always said my name was unique same as my hair. Still not sure if that was meant to make me feel good or bad about my name.
I took the steps down the stair case slowly still contemplating the lives of others. Okay I really need to get doing something else maybe something useful. Before I become obsessed with my relatives. I came out onto the landing and turned the corner to the kitchen where my Aunt was now dishing the casserole up into way to large portions into bowls for three. Three? That’s never a good sign....
“Hello Hun hungry?” nodding “that good there plenty to go around although I'm sure Edward will be sure to have at least two portions. I mentioned that I had invited Edward over didn’t I?” I shook my head “oh well Dear he’s the boy from next door. John must have pointed out his house to you! You can’t miss it. Oh dear I should have mentioned!” I did remember the house john had pointed out to me saying something about me having to flirt to get my way in. yeah I was really starting to get the wrong vibe from this guy and he hadn’t even arrived yet. Wait a second why is he coming in the first place?
I stopped story of asking Aunt Tess realizing I am being over suspicious and shut my mouth firmly closed and made myself think positively. I am so screwed.
At that moment the door bell rang and I nearly jumped right off the floor and onto the table well okay back to earth now Lenora. Things really do start getting back when I mentally call myself Lenora.....
“Oh Edward come of through my niece is just in the kitchen why don’t you go on through?” I heard Aunt Tess say to the person at the door before I heard the familiar rely “Thanks Miss McBride” OhhCrap... I stood stock still listening to the boy I had met at the cafe make his way through the hall to the wide kitchen doors. I breathed and leaned against the kitchen table thinking that this really would be a long evening just as the doors swung wide open reviling ‘Edward from next door’.
“so we meet again” great a guy that thinks he is all that AND has really bad chat up lines. With my Aunt right behind him......... this should be amusing.

An hour later I am still sitting at the same table listing to the same jabs pointed my way from Edward. My Aunt somehow managed to stay unaware throughout the whole three courses. Only now did she realized my stiff posture and asked “Are you okay dear?” to my reply of a very sarcastic “peachy” before she went back to make sure Edward had had enough to eat. As I had guessed there was much food left over even with Edward eating three portions instead of two as promised. I concentrated on the room around me while Aunt Tess and Edward discussed my visit I heard him say that if I ever needed a left anywhere to just ask.
“Oh that’s nice of you! I'm sure Lenora will call if she does.” She once again used my real name as it must have sounded more I dunno authentic with Edwards name as well. Stop being a bitch Nora! He is actually being nice! Ahhhh crap.
“Thanks Edward that would be great but I'm more of a walking person thanks for the offer though.” I smiled over at him for the first time noticing his eyes. They were great almonds that court the light at the precise moment making it hard to look away. Worse part is that Edward noticed it and held my gaze until I finally looked away to the far wall. I could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.
“I'm sure I could walk with you if you so wished.” Great I told myself nice not flirtatious. I am doing exactly what John said I would. Why the hell did I care what John said? I can flirt if I so wish.
With permission to leave the table taking my plate into the kitchen and away from Edward and Aunt Tess gossiping like old grannies god that was too weird to even think about thinking about. Glancing through the window speckled with flecks of water from the rain slowly making its presence known outside. The night sky was starting to turn dark yet my black top and skinny jeans still managed to keep me warm in the heated kitchen. The sky outs side clouding over with dark meaningful clouds. Where is my camera when I need it? Putting my plate in the sink I turned in search of my camera little hope that I would find it in time.
The clatter of my necklaces against each other echoed around the hall as I exited the kitchen with heated floors making my way into a much cooler zone were the windows held no truths and each as secretive as the last. The painting of a lion on the wall. The sharp teeth appearing almost as if catching the sunlight of a hot Asian day. Each hair standing on end stalking its pray as the day’s events unfolded. To think someone must have painted that from memories or standing right there in front of that fears proud looking lion. Photos hold a million memories. A million different thoughts. Story’s unfolding at the slightest touch. One freeze frame holding it all. The unarranged pictures are always the best. Nature at its best people letting their guard down for those few crucial seconds it takes to press the button on my Cannon camera holding that moment longer than a memory ever could.
Turning away from the painting in search of my camera soon even though I knew the images had long past I would still need it soon.
I turned horridly down the hall and bumped straight into what felt like a wall. I stumbled back but hand quickly court me, walls have hands. I looked up at that thought and came face to face with...
Chapter Four: Saturday 7pm
“Oh I am so sorry!” I quickly blabbered, out of all the people I could have possible bumped into did it have to be John? Wait what is John doing here in the first place...?
“Its okay, is your Aunt Tess around?” His dark features turning down in a frown as he finally looked down at me. All of a sudden the dim light of the hall seemed to blaze, illuminating the whole hall, only it was no longer the hall which we were standing in. Oh no this is defiantly not the hall, yet I couldn’t seem to make it all out as I couldn’t possible look away from Johns captivating eyes.
Without warning the sound of laughter and the clink of wine glasses filled my ears, the music playing in the background beating to the rhythm of my heart, yet I still could not look away. As couples swayed on the dance floor, and servants bustled around, slipping glasses of wine into uncaring guests hands. The smell of sweet lavender wafted to my nose. Yet I could not look away from those pools of blue.
I felt the fabric of my ball gown as it swayed with the breeze from the window we were standing at, the soft marital grazing my hands with its two and fro. The clearly elegant shape fitted my figure to perfection; I could feel the suffocating waist pulling my ribs in closer and closer to make my figure appear more hourglass, my wild red hair was no longer lying shapelessly on my shoulders but intricately fitted onto of my head. The lights glistened of the floor sparkling in John’s eyes making them glisten.
A sudden feeling of anxiousness came about me as I