Thanks for the nice reviews!!!! Please excuse the grammar, (or lack there-of) I'm in kind of a rush. I also have a question for everyone. How do you solve a problem like Maria?--LOL Kerry. I decided to do this one in first person. Please review and tell me if it's better first person or third person. Thanks. Here's chapter six.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the shirt on my back-and the pants on my butt. Sorry--I felt that the expression always left something out. :)
Bubba's Revenge!
I chewed my lip in anguish on the way back to my rooms. This was too much of a horrible situation to be angry. I was about to take the most direct route to my room, which went through the Great Hall, but then reconsidered. I had to think, and NOW. Midwinter was only a month away. Besides, I don't feel much like talking to my parents just now.
I took the servants route. The wooden floors in the servants wing was pitted with centuries of termites whose efforts went unchecked. Still, it was clean. Even if it hadn't been, I had bigger problems then a dusty hem line. I sprinted towards my rooms. If I was lucky, I would encounter no one on my mad dash to sanctuary.
I wasn't lucky.
At the end of the corridor that opened right in front of my door, stood Kerry. She looked sympathetic, but smiled slightly when I came to a screeching halt. When the dust finally settled (most of it on me), I looked at her half in exasperation, half in amazement. I sighed, "Kerry, you know me too well." She laughed with a lightness that had been nonexistent in the last few hours. I opened like a flower in the sun and smiled appreciatively.
Kerry simply asked me, "Do you want to talk about it?" I knew that she wouldn't press the issue if I didn't. There wasn't anything that we didn't understand about each other. I moaned, attempted a feeble smile, and failed miserably. I responded, "Not particularly." She nodded, gave me an encouraging smile, and walked off in the opposite direction of my rooms, but not before giving me a quick hug as she passed. Gods I love my sister.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the shirt on my back-and the pants on my butt. Sorry--I felt that the expression always left something out. :)
Bubba's Revenge!
I chewed my lip in anguish on the way back to my rooms. This was too much of a horrible situation to be angry. I was about to take the most direct route to my room, which went through the Great Hall, but then reconsidered. I had to think, and NOW. Midwinter was only a month away. Besides, I don't feel much like talking to my parents just now.
I took the servants route. The wooden floors in the servants wing was pitted with centuries of termites whose efforts went unchecked. Still, it was clean. Even if it hadn't been, I had bigger problems then a dusty hem line. I sprinted towards my rooms. If I was lucky, I would encounter no one on my mad dash to sanctuary.
I wasn't lucky.
At the end of the corridor that opened right in front of my door, stood Kerry. She looked sympathetic, but smiled slightly when I came to a screeching halt. When the dust finally settled (most of it on me), I looked at her half in exasperation, half in amazement. I sighed, "Kerry, you know me too well." She laughed with a lightness that had been nonexistent in the last few hours. I opened like a flower in the sun and smiled appreciatively.
Kerry simply asked me, "Do you want to talk about it?" I knew that she wouldn't press the issue if I didn't. There wasn't anything that we didn't understand about each other. I moaned, attempted a feeble smile, and failed miserably. I responded, "Not particularly." She nodded, gave me an encouraging smile, and walked off in the opposite direction of my rooms, but not before giving me a quick hug as she passed. Gods I love my sister.