Ash: Totally get what you're saying. Hope this chapter helps. And thanks J
heywassuphello: Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it. Currently jamming out to Adele's new song. No tears on the keyboard Ana, no tears. Btw sorry this is short, thought it was better than nothing.
He says something to me, pointing at the staircase, but I'm too in awe to hear him. I had always lived in a small, three bedrooms, one story house. Shared among five people. This is more than just luxury.
We start walking up the stairs, gripping my luggage in my hand, Max standing just a bit too close for comfort. He leads me down a long corridor of rooms, picking the one at the end of the hall. I enter and find three girls standing there, all in maid's uniforms. Really? Stick with what you got I guess.
Telling myself I'll introduce myself properly later, I give them all a smile and plop my bag by the biggest bed I have ever seen. It takes up most of the room so I'm guessing it's a queen or king, accompanied by down pillows and comforter. Holy craz.
I turn around to see Max waiting expectantly in the doorway. I stomp over to him. "What?" I snap. He seems taken aback by my actions.
"What happened to the lovely girl I met outside?" He questions, scrunching his dark eyebrows together.
"She's more of a display only deal. Now get." I shoo him away with a simple wave of my hand. Stunned, he turns on his heels and strides down to who knows where. Probably to find a nice kitchen maid. I smirk to myself at the joke.
I face the girls once again, all gob smacked by my actions. Whoops.
They all curtsy once they gain they're composure. It's funny really, how uniform they can be when they all look so different. The girl on the very left is petite with golden blonde hair and the bluest of blue for eyes. The girl in the middle is thicker. More meat on the bones. She reminds me of myself. She's not overweight, she's actually quite attractive. With long brown hair and the perfect tan. The girl next to her looks to be no more than fourteen.
I frown, knowing how it feels to have your childhood ripped away from you so early. She too has brown hair, but it's a little longer than shoulder length, like mine. She has a medium frame and she looks to be wearing mascara or some sort of cosmetics. Of course you couldn't really tell unless you looked closely enough. As opposed to me who only ever wears lipstick at the most. And that's if my mother or friends push me to. I've never understood the need for makeup. If we could accept boys for how they looked naturally, why couldn't they accept us? Though I guess if it makes her feel pretty, what's the harm?
"I'm Arilena." I announce, trying to get the ball rolling.
"Karen." The shy blonde whispers. I laugh at myself for instantly thinking of one of my favorite actors, Karen Gillan.
"Emma." The plumper of the three proclaims. I smile at her confidence.
"Astrid." The little girl says, they all fall into another curtsy.
"Oh there's no need for that. I'm not royalty. Thank god." They all laugh and I feel more comfortable. Making others laugh has always been my thing. That and singing and writing.
They nod before scurrying over to the closet. I move to follow them as a mirror catches my eye. A bit tan, with brown hair and red and blonde highlights that catch the light wonderfully. I'm on the shorter size for 17, but good things come in small packages. I could always invest in heels if I ever became that desperate. Not bad. Let's just hope it's enough to get you through another 364 days. Everybody talks to themselves right? Nope. It's probably just you. Sigh. Oh well.
Hope you enjoyed this shorter chapter. Does anyone else listen to music when they write? I dunno. Anyways, I shall (yes I just used the word "shall") be updating soon hopefully. You know what sucks, trying to convince yourself you don't like someone when you obviously do. Bleh. Feelings. Bleh.