Chapter Two – To Face an Adventure
She woke up feeling happy. And without knowing why. Then she looked around. Boy, she had slept like a rock. She had also had a wonderful dream, the kind you cannot remember what it was about when you wake up. However, she suspected it had something to do with the boy who was sleeping in the other mattress, only a few feet away.
She looked at him carefully. God, was he cute. His eyes were shut closed, but she knew they were beautiful anyway. His hair was a total mess. She was now standing in the space between the mattresses, trying not to be noisy – for it could wake him up. She started to lean over him a bit, to take a closer look, for his hair was hiding partly his face. She removed a few rebel streaks, which, much to her dismay, woke him up.
"Oh," she widened her eyes and blushed. "Good morning there." It can't get any more stupid than that.
"Hi, Snorri," he grinned at her, noticing how embarrassed she looked.
She then headed off to the so-called 'kitchen', to see if they could get any luck finding food in there. They didn't.
She then turned around to go and tell Nicko they needed food, when she bumped into him – who had just entered the so-called 'kitchen' noiselessly.
"Oops… I'm sorry," she said.
"No, it's totally my fault-"
"Nicko, there is no food," she cut him. "Where are we going to go to get some?" She seemed troubled. "If we find Marcellus Pye, do you think he will help us? Get us some food, shelter?" she asked, hopeful.
He didn't want to exterminate the possibility she was holding on to, but he had to be realistic – maybe, after Nicko's unsuccessful attempt to steal (sorry, borrow) the Keye, Marcellus wouldn't want to help them.
"Well, we can try," he said, "but we should at least guarantee ourselves a breakfast, we might not find him until lunch-time."
"Yes. You're right. Of course." She appeared to be talking to herself.
As if awakened from a trance, she clapped her hands together and cheerfully said, "Let's get us some breakfast, then."
She walked through the front door like she could solve all the problems of the world at once. She had decided not to whimper around just because she was away from everything she knew, but to do exactly the opposite: to face it all with a brave face – after all, that was an adventure, one of those she longed to live.
Nicko followed her, also determined, but to spend the rest of the day getting to know that girl better. Breakfast was no longer on his priority list.