I might make this chapter longer... idk. Its starting to pick up a little, I guess xD Oh, man I'm so bad at this...


Chapter 4

Madame Foster

Concluding my story, I looked up to see Frankie gawking at me. "You're 237 years old?" she said, astonished. I'd forgotten I'd mentioned that. Sighing, I affirmed her question with a nod. "Hurry up, Madame Foster is going to want to meet you!" She stepped out, most likely searching for the esteemed Madame Foster. I wonder what kind of crazy person she is… Cutting my bath time short, I was forced to wear my only other outfit- which I rarely wore; my days of exploration were long gone. I straightened my frilled, dark purple shirt and looked in the mirror. Why did she create me with shirts that show my midriff? Somewhat annoyed, I looked at my skirt. I haven't worn this in at least a century. I examined the frills, dark purple with black lace layered underneath. It's cute, but it just isn't me anymore! My troublemaking days are nearly nonexistent!

Sighing, I looked at my hair. My hair would be altogether impossible to manage since I used fragrant soap; the flower extracts null my special hair colors, turning it into a wild, curly brown. I would have to brush it again with my personal brush to return its color.

((A.N.- I'm sorry for the bland details, I was going to post a link so I didn't have to explain every little thing. ^^' I'm trying, but even I'm bored to death with this! She's too serious! X-x))

I pulled on my leather boots, feeling affection for them just by looking at them. Well, my weird obsession for boots hasn't gone away, at least. They need to be polished, I thought with worry. I haven't polished them since I was adopted by Amanda…. 20 years ago. Ugh…

Checking myself in the mirror one last time, I exited the bathroom. I know I'm going to get weird looks, I thought with annoyance.

"It's about time! Come on! Madame Foster is in the foyer," Frankie reached for my hand, but she soon realized I was too short to be led by hand. "Um… follow me," she said apologetically. I had to trot to keep up, something I was adept at.

We went through hallway after hallway, walking for what seemed like hours. "I've seen that painting before!" I dramatically shrieked, pointing at a painting of blue flowers. Frankie looked surprised by my outburst, and I couldn't blame her. It surprised me as well. Must be the outfit, I thought warily.

"Watch out! Coming through! MOVE IT!" The blue blanket shoved past me, glancing behind itself as if being chased. "Wha- BLUE!" Frankie yelled, taking a step towards the blanket, but deciding not to pursue. Blue. Yes, it's blue. Good job, I thought sarcastically. I dusted off and continued in the direction we were headed, only to be knocked down again by a tall, yellow, furry thing. It was angry, but I was angrier. I quickly stuck my leg out as I fell, barely tripping the yeti thing. It yelled unintelligibly and shook its fist, scrambling to get back up and continue its chase. Thoroughly annoyed, I ran up to Frankie and began pushing her down the hall.

"C'moooon! Let's go already! Ugggggh," I whined. Frankie resisted at first, obviously worried about the havoc, but eventually she shrugged and began walking. Finally, sheesh. We passed through three more hallways and a couple staircases before reaching our destination: Madame Foster's chambers. "Grandma?" Frankie knocked. We waited a few minutes, and I began wondering. Should I be nervous? Should I be nervous that I'm not nervous? Or maybe I am nervous but I don't realize it. When's the last time I was nervous, anyway? Tiny, quick footsteps could be heard behind the door. "This better be important, dearie!" The door opened to reveal an elderly woman who was roughly the same height as me. Surprised, I felt my jaw drop a little. "This is Madame Foster?"

"The one and only, dearie! What can I do for you?"

"Hi, grandma. This friend here says that she's over two-hundred years old! Can you believe it?"

Madame Foster narrowed her eyes, giving me a stare-down. I stared back; I've been through worse. "I'm from Europe," I said after a while. "And I'm 237 years old."

"Alrighty then, dearie! Enjoy your stay at Foster's! I hope it's the best place you've been to," Madame Foster said brightly. "You go on down and see Mr. Herriman now, dearie."

Frankie nudged me down the hall, muttering to the older woman. "You really believe her?"

"Oh ho! Of course not, silly billy!"