I was forcing the metallic door to open when my sister talked.

-C'mon Lizzie, this is useless. We can go somewhere else, like an open garden.

-No! I want to stay here, plus we're having so much fun.

I finally suceeded to unlock the gates.

-Breaking the laws is no fun, from my point of vue.

-Well, we both know where "your point of vue" should go.

-Back in grandma's days it would've been really inappropriate for a Lady to say those kind of things.

-Sweetie, first, I'm no Lady, second, we're no longer in grandmother's young year, as you can see.

-Stop calling me that, makes me feel younger than you.

-Sorry big sis', can't help it, you are a sweet girl and you know it. Everyone likes you, because you are so innocent and polite and calm and all this kind of stuff.

-And you're the rebel one, right?

-What do I look like, Sweetie?

I smiled and opened the gates from the old mansion. Breaking into someone else's propriety without permission is in fact against the law. But why would I care? I never did, it's no time to start. How is it possible that the most rebel person on the planet end up being the little sister of the nicest person in the universe? I'm still figuring out if it's bad or good luck. So hard to know.

The garden was enourmously gigantic. One you could hide and seek in for hours and hours. Flowers were by thousands, a hundred of different type. There was a thousand Roses, some blue (they're my favorite), some purple and much more colors like orange, white and the classic red. I could also see Dahlias, Bleeding-Hearts, Tulips, White Lotuses (wait, how is it even possible? They grow in some part of Southerast Asia only.), Lilies of the valley and Plumerias, those smell terribly good. They were everywhere you look. Felt like magic or something. Lottie was nowhere to be found. I called out her name ten times before she came back. She probably lost herself. Actually, there's no doubt that she lost herself.

-Isn't it beautiful?

-Absolutely lovely! Now can we go home?

-I want to see more. We did not make all this walking for nothing, did we? I want to go inside the mansion! It must be delightful!

-Are you kidding me?

-Lottie, do I look like I'm jocking?

-Sadly, you're not.

-Then, we shall go. C'mon.

She followed me onto the porch and than she sat and waited for me to knock. Her glance meant "I'm not knocking on this door, you are."
She was right, I was. I would've, if the door did not open itself before I had the chance to. An ugly old man appeared behind the half-disclosed french door. I could smell his alcohol breath from where I was standing.

-What do you young damsels are doing on my propriety?

-I'm no dam...

-Shut up, Lottie whispered, We visits are new neighborhood. That's a nice courtyard you got there.

-I noticed. It's durky outside at this time of the night, do you want to come in?

-Oh, I would love t....

-Shut up, she whispered again, actually, we were about to head home. Perhaps we'll come by an other time, she said before I coud finished my sentence.

The old drunk looked angry by our refusal and slowly opened the door fully.

-Are you telling me that you came all the way here to make fun of me and my loneliness?

-Oh, no, no, no. That was not our intention. We just really much enjoy watching flowers blossom and we heard that you had a nice collection.

-She does, I don't.

Lottie gave me a severe look. This one meant that I had to shut up again. Sorry, sis' you know I have no filter and I "enjoy" causing trouble everywhere I go.

-I came to do what you said we were doing. What are you going to do about it, old drunk? Wait, did I say that out loud? I am truly sorry.

They both looked at me with big horrified eyes. As I said, I have no filter.

-Pardon my sister, Monsieur, she has no filter.

What did I tell you?

-We're leaving right now.

-You archangelic girl can go, but this *pointing me with great disgust* specimen is staying right here. She deserves a grand punishment.

-Hey! I'm no speci...

My sister covered my mouth with her hand.

-I know she does, but maybe later. Mother will be horrified to learn what happened and how horribly my sister behaved. I can assure you that she'll have the retribution she veritably deserves. Good night, monsieur.

-I won't let her go, I said, screamed the "monsieur".

We looked each other in the eyes.

-Lizzie, you enjoy running don't you? Now would be the perfect moment, Lottie whispered.

So we did. We ran the hell out of there. I do enjoy those kinds of moment. They're thrilling. I can feel my heartbeats pulsing in my veins and the blood rushing through my whole body. I never understood why Lottie hated those times. I adore them. I like runing, she likes sitting in a comfortable lounge and read a fantasy book.

Wait, where is my sister? Crap, I lost her. Or she lost me.... anyways, we took different way home. At least, she knows the right path to the house. I could see a silhouette behind me, in the distance. Perhaps it was my sister. I stopped running a minute and called out her name. I realized it was completely useless when I figured out that it was in fact the old drunk man.
I have to admit that I did not literally got there to make fun of him. I just really wanted to take pictures of the garden and the mansion. I pretty much enjoy watching flowers blossom, it's so beautiful and magical. I would've loved to paint them down. Such an alluring place, in such grotesque hands.

Stop thinking Elizabeth! Run! Just run, you stupid cow!

Suddenly, I felt like a fast train kissed me in the face and I fell to the ground. What the heck was that? No time to wonder what happened or to lament, I needed to get back on my feet and keep running. Well, I would have done it, if there was still somebody chasing me. Where did he vanquished? We can't disappear like that!

-Where is he gone? I asked myself.

I wasn't expecting an answer.

-I guess the question is more : where have YOU gone?

I turned to face a tall blong guy who was smiling down at me.

-Who the heck are you?

-I'm Peter and you are?

-Why should I tell you?

-That's actually a good question. Your parents must have raised you good. You know, don't talk to strangers and everything.

-You're weird.

-I had already noticed my weirdness, thank you.

-I need to go, see ya.

He looked at me with fun in his eyes. Was he laughing at me?

-What are you laughing at?

-Nothing. I was just wondering how you were going to leave. There's no way out. Once you're in, the only exit is by being banished.

-Banished? Is this some kind of joke that Lottie invented?

-Who's Lottie? Is she cute?

-Why should I tell you?

-That's an other good question.

I rolled my eyes.

-Could you just explain to me all the crazy stuff you're talking about?

-Are you ready to listen?

I gave him a weird look. This boy is mad.

-I... am...?

-Great.

-Great.

I waited five enourmous minutes.

-Are you going to tell me... or?

-Why should I tell you?

-You suck, goodbye.

-You have no filter.

-You're not the first one to notice.

I turned back and walk toward the house my parents just bought in Lyon. They were tired of the rainy days of London. I liked London, I enjoy running in the rain, feeling the cold water pouring down my face, I felt free. While I was talking to myself, again, I hit a tree. Wait... there's no tree in front of me. Did I hit an invisible wall? I looked with great astonishment at Tall-Blond-Guy-That-I-Think-Is-Named-Peter.

-What the hell just happened?

-Are you ready to listen? He asked mockingly.

-Oh please, not again! I simply want to know what is happening. Just tell me.