"I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep; I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion."

-Alexander The Great

Day 7 Part 1

Hey Sam. Its been a few days.

'What have you been doing the last few days?' You say?

Oh. Nothing really. In fact, I have been down with a slight cold. It's been a few days of moaning in bed, eating rice, and cleaning up the Library a bit. The funnest fact of the whole two days was it was the weekend. I spent my first weekend sick in bed. Yeah. I am a bit put out. I have been enjoying myself fully (not). Other good news, nobody came over the last few days. I am completely Persona relaxed. Nobody bothered me, which was amazing.

However, having no distractions let me be in my 'Mind Palace'. (Yes, I just quoted Sherlock. It's a favorite.) I was just looking over at the last few days. To just recap of what had happened.

Went to Music, got kicked out for playing on the piano. (Which he wanted me to play, so it wasn't my fault at all.)

Went to History, upsetted Texas for being in his seat, and read a journal that was amazing.

Went to Drama, left because I didn't want to kiss a dude, and ended up getting chased down by Italy.

Went to Math, couldn't understand anything, got hit on by a punk, and didn't cross the scariest teacher in the world.

Had lunch, got my place remodeled, fainted because of money, and was almost blinded by a person with a camera.

Went to P.E, get chased by dogs, captured by said dogs, and watched boys get shot in the butt.

The next day wasn't that much better.

Went to English, got fed and made the teacher stalk me. (Really creepy…)

Went to Science, made self resolution, stared out a window like the Great Gatsby.

Went to Cooking, got tackled, made fun of boys, said boys tried to kiss me, had almost mental meltdown.

Went to Study Hall, met Slenderman in the making, made America freak out, the two fought. Got kidnapped, and forcefed disgusting food. Got saved by stalker.

Had lunch, went back to apartment, got bothered, taken again, had a luncheon with girls, had another mental meltdown because of a vivid daydream. Also got a kick out of a boy wearing girls clothing and trying to talk to me about guys.

Skipped last class because of said metal meltdown.

That was school. That is how I am going to live for the rest of my life.. Well. For the next four years. How tragic. :/

Alright. So here is the scoop of my day.

I didn't sleep in today. I, in fact, woke up an hour ahead. I got ready, and missed my bag. Where was Cents? Where were my notebooks? I needed to find them. With that goal in mind, I exited the Library to only turn around and re-enter my home. It was snowing. It was flippin snowing! THANKS UPPER MEXICO. I REALLY APPRECIATE THIS. (The land above America. I can't remember what's it called, but I remember Mexico. So I call it Upper Mexico. I hope nobody is offended by this.)

I placed a black shirt under my blouse, retightened my shoelaces. I hoped that I wouldn't slip and fall on my butt. I didn't like to have a wet butt. I once again tried going outside, and I successfully made it out three steps before somebody noticed me.

"Veh! Laura!" Italy waved to me, and I shivered back. I couldn't wave, I was too cold. Think of your actions Italy. You could have given my hypothermia if I had waved back. My arms were statistically placed around my torso, my hands in my armpits. Then I noticed something in Italy's arms.

A dress.

"Italy what's that?" I yelled, and pointed. (Alright, I could move my arms a little.)

"Oh, I want-a you to wear-a this!" Italy waved the dress at me, and I quickly went through all the possibilities.

1) I wear the dress, be forever ashamed, and freeze to death in the weather.

2) I don't wear the dress, be amazingly cool, and stay a bit warmer.

I chose my weapon.

I ran like the wind.

My converse landed in the slushy piles of snow, and I could feel the water seep into my shoes as I ran away from Italy. No way was I going to wear that stupid dress. Ever. I don't like dresses. They are dark, evil, and that's how the government controls all the girls. Strappy shoes also make it difficult to run away.

"Veh~! You have-ta try this on-a!" I heard Italy call after me in his soft voice. He was barely breathing, and he was keeping up behind me.

"Oh heck no!" I called back, and found myself running through the center area. Italy was still behind the corner. I could hide behind a building or something. I rounded a fountain, and my shoe caught on something.

Tttttiiiimmmbbberrr. I fell onto the cold ground, and I grunted. This was TOO cold for me.

"Veh? Laura? Where did-a you go?" Italy's voice rang out, and my head shot up to see him looking around for me. I glanced over to see that I had tripped on some homeless dude. I slid over next to him, and I could see his dark purple eyes looking at me with a small amount of curiosity.

Placing my finger over my lips, I squeezed my eyes closed. 'If I don't see him, he doesn't see me.' I chanted over and over in my mind. Italy's footsteps came too close for comfort, but my chant worked. Italy left calling my name over and over. It's like a cat calling for tuna. Cute, but annoying after a while.

I opened my eyes, and gave the homeless guy a once over. He wore... oh. Sweet mother of KFC. It was cold out, and he didn't even have any goosebumps on his arms. He wore a sweatshirt, while dark camo pants wrapped around his waist. He had to be freezing. My eyes darted up to his face, a pair of sunglasses perched on his head. His purple eyes were looking at me. Daring me to say something.

My anger was hit spot on. I let my hatred show in my eyes, and a smile wrapped around my lips. "Thanks. Later Dude." I said, and turned around at stood up. I walked away for a bit, before I began to speed away. I slowed down after getting some distance between us, and I began to talk.

"Maybe I shouldn't have talked to the hobo. I feel kinda bad. He didn't say anything." I said, and sighed. Then my posture changed as I began to shiver again. "Maybe I should stop being so cool, and start being hot."

There was a moment of silence. I began to laugh at myself. I am such a beast! I should be a comedian when I am older. Huh? Huh? Yeah. I am not that funny, but I humor myself.

I began to jog towards the building I last saw my bag at. I was able to search the warm sleepy classroom, (now with new furniture and pillows) but was unable to find my bag. Where was Cents? Did she eat somebodies face off yet? I sure hope not (unless it was Texas, cuz I hate him. Wait a second. I hate everybody. I fully give Cent's permission to eat somebodies face off now.)

The bell rang, and I needed to get to Music. I hope that Mr. E was alright at seeing me again. I sure hope that he didn't mind my masterpiece. I spent a year making that song on the piano.

I felt alone without my bag, but I needed to do it. I never knew how much I missed it until it was gone. I love you bag! I love you Cents! Come back to me!

I entered the room, and Mr. E caught my attention. He shoved a paper at me, and a small triangle thing with a small little stick. He didn't say a word to me, just pointed at a chair in the far corner, and I moved over there. I unfolded the paper and noticed that it was a sheet of music. There was only one note on the whole page of rests, and I guessed that my small little triangle was to ding in the music.

How nice of Mr. E.

I spent most of that period with a dark glare turned at the teacher. We never managed to get to my part at all. They were still stuck within the first five measures. With a furious glare, I turned to my sheet of music. It was blank. I could easily rewrite it out, and send it back. Or I could just doodle with some funny pictures on it. With that in mind, uncapped a pen (I always had one on me) and began to sketch some pictures. I wasn't very good at drawing people, but that didn't stop me from making stick-figures. I knew I shouldn't draw on this.

But it felt so good.

I filled up the space that I had pretty quickly, and I flipped the page over and began to draw on that side as well. My anger fell away, and a small smile touched my lips.

"What is that?" A hand reached down and snatched the paper from my grasp. I was almost done with that side, but I could see that my pen hadn't pulled away fast enough. A pen line had been cut through my work.

Mr. E's eyes looked over my work, his eyes taking in the poorly-drawn pictures (some of which may have been him, in a dress. Hey, you can't judge me Sam). "You've been writing on school property, Mrs. Sands. Please exit my classroom." He pointed towards the door.

Can I get a knife so I can kill him? Please? I won't cause too much of a mess. I just about screamed at his face. I wanted to kill him so bad. My fingers itched to do so, right then and there. It was unjustly. I was just drawing a new masterpiece. He should be glad! This sheet of music could cost thousands of dollars if an agent got a hold of it. (You know, if agents liked the poorly drawn stick figures with bubbles.)

I gave him the darkest glare that I could, and it made me smile to see his face slightly pale at my look. "At least I don't have to play a song that has been around for hundreds of years, I'd rather play something... Oh. I don't know. How about something that wouldn't make me sleep." I said sarcastically, and then left the room. I kicked the wall in frustration. I didn't have any paper with me, and I had a pen. I couldn't exactly do anything, now could I?

Oh.

Ooohh.

Yes I could. I began to skip down the hallway, and through the building. It was still snowing, but I quickly jogged through that until I made it all the way down to my next class. I could beg Rome to let me read that book before class. I could be a hero! Boo-yah!

I jogged up the steps, and stood before the door. It was now, or never. My fist made a few knocking gestures, but never actually hit the door. Could I disturb a class just because of a book?

Oh hell yeah.

I knocked on the door with a funny little beat. I heard voices, but it wasn't until a full minute later did the door swing open. I was faced with Germany, but something was off about him. Oh yeah, gee, I am a dummy sometimes. He had a funny head of hair. Like, he was Legodius from Lord of the Rings.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded.

"Well, Mr. E was being super mean, and sent me out of the room just when I was feeling happy, and then I got chased by a bear, and finally I ended out here and I found myself wanting to go on adventure. Is Gandalf in there?" I lied a tiny bit, giving him a peppy smile.

Germany with Hair just blinked at me. A head poked out from underneath his arm, and I saw Rome looking at me.

"Laura! Come-a in!" Rome waved me in, and I ducked under the large Germany with Hair dude.

"Hey." I greeted, and found myself in an empty room. Rome and Germany with Hair were the only ones in here. That's kinda suspicious.

Did I walk in on something?

"Aw. You aren't wearing-a your dress." Rome suddenly pouted, and my attention returned to him.

"Dude. No. Dresses are evil." I shook my head.

Rome pouted. Damn. That is a great pout. It looked like I just drove over his puppy who just died in his arms.

"No!" I snapped. His brown eyes looked up at me, and I could have sworn I saw a tear trickle down his cheek. And then he whimpered.

Oh. My. God. Make it stop!

"I-I will wear a dress for today if you wear one outside for the next half an hour!" I sarcastically said, trying to cover up the panic in my voice. It was a ridiculous request. No way would Rome do that.

Romes face brightened, and he quickly exited the room.

"Is he-?"

"Yes." Germany with Hair replied. "Yes he is."

"God. That looks so cold." I muttered to myself. The rest of the History class had been moved to the main hall, and I could only look out of the glass doors at my teacher. He was in a dress, the wind blowing around him, snow falling against his exposed skin, and he was smiling. I don't even think that he has anything underneath that dress.

Ohh. I am so going to wear a dress today. I am not going to like this. CURSE YOU UPPER MEXICO FOR YOUR STUPID WEATHER.

I prayed that Rome to slip on some ice, and get something up in the dress so that he wouldn't be out there anymore.

"Hey." I jumped.

"Yeah?" I turned and saw that it was Texas.

"Are you the one responsible for this?" He gestured to Rome (who noticed this, and waved frantically back).

"A tiny bit, yeah." I shrugged my shoulders, and returned to praying. Please let a snake or a moose come out and bite him so that he wouldn't stay out there anymore. A hand grasped the collar of my shirt, and to my surprise, Texas tossed me outside. He braced the doors, so that I wasn't able to come back in.

"Let me back in!" I pounded on the door, but Texas just grinned and didn't move his arms. The brat!

I huffed, and walked back towards Rome.

"You came-a to join me! How nice-a!" Rome beamed at me, and I shivered next to him.

"I'm cold." I complained. Rome laughed. "Okay!" And he bent over and hugged me.

I froze. "Rome? What are you doing?" I panicked.

"Giving you my warmth." Rome laughed.

It was pretty warm too. I decided that Rome wouldn't make a move against me, because he is too 'old' for me, and for heaven sake. He is really warm. It's like a sauna under his skin.

"This is awkward." I voiced. It was a bit weird, figuring on how Rome had repositioned himself on me. His back was facing the wind, and I was pressed up against his chest.

"So-a. Tell me how-a you were taken out of a-class." Rome asked, and I nodded. I explained it to him, even the whole 'I really want to kill him' part.

"You-a drew?" Rome asked again, to clarify. I nodded against his chest. "I must-a ask Austria to let me-a see it!"

"Whatever." I sighed, and Rome grinned.

"The half an hours up!" Rome smiled, and then he began to drag me towards the door. I groaned as he kicked the door open, I was going to have to wear a dress.

It fitted nicely. The dress, I mean. It was green. It had sleeves, that reached down to my elbows, and it flared at my waist. I could twirl, and it would show my girlish boxers (tighty whities were too weird). I tried to keep my leggings on, but Rome shook his head at that. I was going to be so uncomfortable.

Rome was waiting out in the hall, so that I couldn't sneak off, and a camera in his hands. He was going to take a photo for the school newspaper. (Apparently the one where I was blinded outside of my home didn't work out, so they conned me.) I hopped I looked alright.

A knock on my bathroom stall startled me. "Rome?" I voiced.

"No Hon, just me." It was Canberra.

"What?"

"I am here to put on your makeup." She held up a bag of expensive looking jars and pointy things.

I am not a fan of pointy things.

"I've never really had makeup on before." I mumbled, and looked for an exit. Which wasn't really smart. There wasn't an exit in the lady's bathroom. Unfortunately I didn't have ninja's train me into the secret way of how to escape from bathrooms, so I was stuck.

"It will be alright." Canberra unlocked the door (how did she do that!), and pushed me onto the toilet seat. "Close your eyes."

I closed them, but not before noticing her grabbing a pair of tweezers and moving them towards my eyes.

I need help.

...

I exited the bathroom with shaky legs. Canberra was relentless. SHE. PLUCKED. MY. EYEBROWS. IT. HURT.

Rome had his camera, but what I didn't expect to see was a grumpy Romano and an energetic Italy next to him.

"You look-a so pretty!" Italy jumped up and around me, as if he wanted to hug me but was too afraid to disturb my 'pretty' state. White gloves covered up the skin on my arms, or whatever was remaining of the skin. My hair was up in a modern bun, while my bangs had been done in ringlets, and they bounced whenever I took a step in highheels. Those fuckers hurt. Dark eye shadow was ringed around my eyes (which I personally thought made me look like a panda bear), making my green eyes pop, and I could tell that my looks were completely different. I didn't want to look in the mirror. My lips felt sticky with lipstick. I looked like something out of Pride and Prejudice.

"Thanks." I sighed, and walked/ wobbled to the nearest table to sit down.

"Veh? What's-a wrong?" Italy asked as he plopped into the chair next to me.

"Well. People always make fun of how I look all the time. I know for a fact that I am naturally ugly. When people compliment me on my looks, it makes me feel like they want to give me their pity."

"Bella." Italy's soft voice suddenly turned into something strong. I looked up. "Laura Sands, you are one of the beautiful girls I have ever set my eyes on." His eyes were open, and he was looking straight at me. I could suddenly feel a blush rising to my face, and looked away.

"Thanks." I muttered, self conscious.

"Now-a smile!" A camera snapped, and took my picture of me looking away while blushing.

I gave the camera a smile, and Rome's face looked out at me. "Smile Sorella, not grimace."

I thought that was a smile. I gave another smile, but Rome shook his head. "You are not-a smiling."

The bell rang. I began to stand up when Romano shoved me down back into the seat. "You are going to stay here until we get that picture." He growled, and my face began to heat once I heard people coming our way. It would be so embarrassing to be seen like this.

Actually, I've done worse. I once had to dress up in a cow suit in a mall waving a sign saying 'Eat Chikin.' But nobody knew me there.

I gave a smile, and Rome clicked his tongue. "Not a desperate smile."

"Think about something you care about." Italy placed his hand over mine, and I quickly jerked my hand back. I sighed, and then looked at Romano.

"Knock knock."

He looked like a zombie as he tried to compreheand what I just said.

"What?"

"It's a knock knock joke." I explained. "I say knock knock, you say who's there, I say something, you repeat it, and add who at the end. I say the punch line, and we both laugh. See?" I turned to Italy.

Who did I care about? Well, my Grandfather for sure. Though I miss him, I still harbor resentment against him. for sending me here. I never knew love before, so I didn't really know what to think about that. All I knew is from books.

Closing my eyes, I began to dream, of a man who I might love one day. Taller than me, definitely. I am a short person, so a ton of people can be in that category. I didn't want them from who they were, but who they are inside. I didn't care for looks (though it would be a plus if they were really handsome), but what really matters is on the inside. I want somebody to be kind, and to love books just as much as I do. Somebody who loves music, and would randomly burst into singing whenever they felt like it. They wouldn't judge somebody because of what they looked like. A person who doesn't care about their well being until their friends feel better. A man who would climb an impossible tree to save a cat because they didn't want a boy to cry. A man who has the same sense of humor as me, so that we could share jokes with each other, finding new ones every day. I want somebody who would stay with me, and that they would be next to me as our grandchildren played out in the yard. I wanted somebody who believes magic is real, and would drag me out of bed to show me the stars in the middle of the night. Something close happens to us, and we would be strong enough to laugh about it.

That is the man who I would want to marry.

As I was day dreaming about the man who I wanted to have, I could vaguely hear the sounds of pictures snapping. I was in my own little heaven, as I could picture myself doing things with the one who I would love one day.

Then, maybe one day we'll have children. We would teach them all about the magical wonders of different worlds. I would play with them, making them use their imagination. They would always be so fun to be around. I would teach my sons to protect my daughters, and how to throw a proper punch.

I-I wanted that life. I didn't want to be here, but the thoughts of having the perfect husband waiting for me after this trial would make it so easier.

"Laura?"

I opened my eyes and looked over at Romano, a soft smile on my face. "Hm?"

"You ugly little bitch."

Okay. My mood was ruined. I sent him a glare and gave him the finger. "Immortal Bastard."

"That-a was so good Laura!" Rome beamed at me, giving me a huge smile. I adverted my eyes from the blinding smile.

"Yeah. So am I good to go?" I asked, as Italy was going through the pictures on the camera.

"Veh, we got so many good pictures!" He gave me a smile. His golden eyes making my breath catch in my throat. He closed his eyes a few seconds later, but that didn't stop the hammering in my chest.

"I'm late to Drama. See ya." I stood up and stumbled towards the stairs. Aw crap. I had to go down the stairs.

In these damned highheels.

So… It's been a while. *Nervous laughter* A looooong while. So…. yeah. Thanks to AmyXRoseXMoon I finally posted this. Whew. Hope you guys hadn't been waiting that long.

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