DAWSON EVERLASTING
1
April 1912
Treegap, Ohio
It was a bright clear day in Treegap Ohio. The kind of day that makes one just want to be outside and become one with nature. And that’s exactly what seventeen year old Rose Dewitt Bukater was trying to do. Her green eyes sparkled with delight as she daydreamed about a life full of love, freedom, and adventure. Things her life greatly lacked at the moment.
The Dewitt Bukater family were an extremely rich family. They owned most of town and the forest surrounding it. Their mansion was on the outskirts, right at the entrance to the woods. The woods that were forbidden to Rose…just like everything else that was fun and adventurous. Nonetheless, forbidden or not, they beckoned to the fifteen year old, just as the witch beckoned to Snow White to eat the apple, promising to make all her dreams come to life. To free her from the confines of her pampered and sheltered life that she was so tired of. But she didn't dare leave the confines of her yard. Her mother would kill her.
"Rose! Rose! It’s time for tea! Come in this instant!" Ruth Dewitt Bukaters voice interrupted the silence of the afternoon.
Rose sat up, her daydreams now over. Sitting in the parlor with her mother and her boring friend Rachel Rothes was the last thing she wanted to do, but she had no choice. It was her duty as a proper first class girl. Taking one last glance at the woods, she went inside, longing for the freedom the forest had to offer.
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Mae Dawson stood outside the train station, waiting for her two sons Miles and Jack to arrive from their trip to Paris. It's been ten long years since she saw them last and finally they were coming home.
"Ma!" A jubilant shout rang out through the station. Mae glanced up to see a blonde haired boy happily waving as an older man stepped up beside him
"Boys!" Mae ran to meet her sons Jack and Miles. Jack, the youngest and most cheerful threw his arms around her, happy to be home. Miles, who was two years older then Jack and a lot more subdued just stood a few inches away and watched the reunion. "Oh it’s so good to have you home!"
"It’s good to be home," Jack held up his portfolio, his eyes sparkling with pride. "I made you some sketches of Paris. Do you want to see them?"
"That can wait ‘til we get home Jack. There’s more important things that we have to discuss . More important then those cartoons of yours."
"They’re not cartoons," Jack glared at his brother. "You’re just being rude."
"Boys, stop. Let’s not fight. This is your first night home. Let’s make it a nice, quiet one. Jack, you can show me your drawings later. Miles, we’ll discuss this business of yours when we get to the cabin."
"Yes ma," both boys said in unison, following their mother back to the cabin.