"Bella," My instructor called rudely from his office. I was hidden in the store room, pretending to be looking for some old information sheets, but had been 'looking' for one and a half hours. My shoulders slouched as I heard his voice, but sure enough, I dragged myself from the room to stand before him, eyes averted.
"You've been doing too much paperwork." He began, spinning his biro between his fingers. "You should have more of a chance with the hands on side of this job, so, I told Vicky to have an early break so you could do breakfast for the new exhibit." He grinned at me like he was doing me some large favour. My heart dropped to my stomach and my mouth gaped.
"But-but," I began to argue, but he wouldn't hear it, quickly ushering me from the room, I had no choice to my feed them.
As I stood in the fridge, I was momentarily baffled by the contents of their Breakfast box. I checked the front again. Yes, it definitely said 'Cullen's'. I picked up one of the plastic containers, swishing the contents around before sniffing the contents, the bitter, metallic sent hitting me strongly. Blood. I grimaced, placing the bottles back in a polystyrene box, packed with ice, I heaved it into my arms and made my way across to the exhibit on shaking legs.
I nervously approached the back of the exhibit to their main living area. It was the same as any animals den; suitable bedding, something for entertainment, and a tray to pass food over like they do in prisons.
The young bronze haired males sat with his back to the far wall, observing my every move with the eyes of an eagle.
"Bella?" He asked slowly, verifying my name.
"Bella," I repeated, pointing to myself. I checked my file sheets. "Edward," I said pointing to him. "Bella, Edward," I said again, repeating the actions. And then, he laughed. I didn't understand the humour in it, but maybe it was like with a baby, that when you pulled funny faces, they laugh. So I did it again, saying the names and doing the actions, smiling at his joy in it.
"Please," He chuckled. "Don't take me for a Neanderthal." I was rather taken aback at his use of words, but them blushing furiously at my stupidity.
"Really," He continued to laugh. "What have these people been telling you?" It was rhetorical, but I still found I need to defend myself, but only found myself tongue tied.
He laughed again, running his hand through his tousled hair. "Well, it doesn't matter; we shall be gone in a few days." He stood and started a smart swagger through the door.
"You can't escape!" I blurted out, blushing furiously when he turned his smouldering gaze of burnt Amber on me.
"We don't plan on it." But as he turned to leave me, red faced and spluttering, he turned back "Oh, and by the way, don't bother bringing that to us, it's just insulting." And then he was gone.
I looked down at the box in my arms, the cool of it beginning to burn my fingers now. I dropped in onto the floor and stormed off, embarrassed and fuming.
I got this idea while watching Tarzan – The Return of Tarzan. It's a film I made all by myself and I was a very good actress. My dad got the camera and he filmed it for me while I acted as Tarzan. He said that I was very good. I played it in assembly in school.
