I stared at nothing for a few more minuets rethinking over what had just
happened. My breathing had finally gone down to a somewhat normal pace
again and I didn't have a headache anymore. I stumbled out of bed and let
my feet hit the coldness of the floor which made me shiver again. I walked
over to the window and pulled back the curtains, no fog, just the whiteness
of the newly fallen snow was on the ground. I sighed and looked up to see
the sun letting it's beautiful warm rays glassine across the ice
wonderland. A ramping came from the door then a shout.
"Miya, hurry up and get dressed other wise we're going to be late for the church service." It was my lovely father, I gave a grunt and stepped over to my closet to look inside. I pulled out a wool red and black plaid skirt with a red short-sleeved shirt. The skirt came up to my knees and wasn't all that itchy as I had imagined. I scrunched the black panty hoes up my legs then slipped my bulked dress shoes on over them. The shirt was pretty tight but it did me well. I didn't have time to get a shower so I just washed my face and twisted my hair in a clip, letting few strands frame my face and neck along with my bangs.
I put a gray shimmer of eye shadow on then some lighter kind on my arch that showed my defined eyebrows that Rox had done the day they went shopping for me. I let the red lip gloss glide across my silky smooth lips then punched the silver hoops into my ears and tied a ribbon around my neck letting the bow slip to the side of my neck. I smiled. I was starting to get used to my new look but still missed my old one. To tell the truth they were both great styles.
Another bang came from the door and I came down to the kitchen with a sigh. I found Tom and his family down stairs talking with dad by the door. They all looked up at once when I came down and I saw Dad's and Mr. Denmark's faces drop, while Mrs. Denmark was glowing and well, to much to say about him just that he gave me his normal smile. When I saw him I didn't feel any better about myself from last night, especially after that dream it had left me a bit shook up and nauseous.
"You look absolutely gorgeous! Now c'mon we're all going to be late." She took my coat off the hanger and I started walking out the door while putting it on. As I stepped onto the porch a gust of wind blew and I could feel the goosebumps reappear on my skin. Some how lately they've been making their home there and mind is well say that's where they'll stay from how many times I've had them since being in the place called Coral Gables. Snow was still glistening in the sunlight of the morning as I stepped onto the church grounds.
I tugged at the skirt as I walked up to the entrance with Tom at m side. The church was a small town's like style and was a brilliant white with a couple old shutters and windows that had white lace curtains that blew in the wind with the grace of a swan. Where green grass and beautiful bright flowers used to be were now weeds and white cold snow that crunched under any slight movement. The only bad thing about it's brilliant white coat of glossy paint was that it was practically camouflaged with the snow and made it quite dull, it would've been amazingly beautiful if it was summer or spring but not in the winter. It just seemed now there too much white here and not enough color kind of like it was a picture from a coloring book that was not colored.
"Hey guys, so you decided to go to church today?" We heard a shout from behind us and we both turned around to see Tala and Rox standing there smiling. We both smiled back and went over to them only to see that Tala had his hand wrapped in bandages.
"What happened?" I questioned a little bit worried about it's affects upon the red headed Russian. He smiled that swift smile of his and gave me that innocent touching face.
"Aww so you really do care. How sweet." He taunted as he put a hand on my shoulder in touching jester which made it all that more dramatic. I felt a twinge of annoyance inside of me then decided to just let it slip by for a while until I could have a real good reason to hit him.
"No I'm worried about what affects it'll have on your performance in the tournament and whether we'll need a replacement or not." I stated while shrugging off his unruly hand. He started to say something but noticed he time on his watch when he lifted his hand up to make a dramatic stage of sadness to my statement.
"If it wasn't so late I'd say bring on the lil' war of comments but it so happens if we don't get a seat Tyson and all the others are going to get seats and have us stand." He stated while walking hastily up and into the church as we followed. Indeed there were lots of people, from old ladies dressed still in their age and to little girls in frill white and pink dresses. I looked down the pew and found that there was only two seats left opened. I went to jester to Tom to follow me there but instead I found that he had found the girl from the park last night.
She was dressed in a long black skirt that went past her knees and to her ankles and with a red turtle neck sweater that complimented her golden eyes. They seemed to be fine with what had happened the other time and it looked like he was going to be a while, so shaking my head I slid into the seat. The melodies of the pianos, violins, flutes, and voices filled the room as people who came late filled the room before the pastor came to the stage.
"Why is a beautiful young lady like you sitting all alone? You know there is a team waiting over there with an empty seat." A strong voice whispered into my ear, it's soft breathe tickling my hairs on my neck and ear. I stiffened knowing that voice and looked to my right to see Wonder boy seating himself in what was once Tom's seat.
"I don't feel like sitting over there... and stop trying to flatter me." I whispered in a hushed voice as the preacher started to say some greetings to the audience.
"I didn't know I was still trying I thought I had accomplished that lastnight."
My cheeks grew warm and I felt as though my stomach was doing twirls and loop-deloops in my body. I was hoping yet not hoping that he would remember let alone bring it up.
"I rather not talk about last night..." I could feel my voice straining to keep it under control so it wouldn't waver or let anything I didn't want to slip let out.
"Why cause' you know you felt something?" I gritted my teeth and rolled my eyes.
"I did not feel something." I stated sharply in a meant to be quiet whisper but cmae out as a pretty loud whisper. Shooshs and Be quiets were called to me while others just turned slightly to give me an odd stare.
"Sorry,..." I whispered back to them as I turned back to whisper to him. "I am not falling for you."
"Who said anything about falling?"
"You, and your crazy plans and ideas and mind."
"I never did you're the one who blabbered it out not me all I did was assume you felt something and you just proved me right."
He caught me on this one, thinking back on the conversation I now realized that he was absolutely right. I did prove him right and me wrong! I felt a splitting head ache coming and shook my head.
"What ever." I took out my bible and turned to the right verse as did my new archenemies. I soon found myself bored with taking notes and began to study the preacher as he shouted about the word of God and telling us that we needed to get our lives right. Which got me thinking, we all really did need to. I had begun to get more involved in our church back home about 2 or 3 years ago. I had finally finished the bible last year at my old house, I remember thinking wow how could all that happen.
And now I'm starting to read it again, I figure if you go over it a second time you'll get more out of it and understand it better, just like watching a movie the second time. The preacher's face was now blue by he time he had gotten to the part where we were now praying for our closing prayer.
"In Jesus's name Amen."
And with that we all lifted our heads and there was an immediate chatter of voices everywhere and everyone was talking. I slid my hands down the front of my skirt removing any unwanted wrinkles while standing up.
"So you're telling me that you have no feelings for me what so ever ... not even a little bit attracted to me?" His strong voice still had that curiosity in it while I walked out of the church to see everyone already by there cars.
"Why does it matter to you so much?" I asked annoyed with his persistence of trying to get me to crack like some kind of criminal on those TV shows you see with the cops questioning the suspect under a hot lamp in the dark of a room. I made my final step to my car before he answered me.
"Why are you so cold, yet in a way becoming more warming?" I got in the car and slammed the door.
"Because I can." And with that I drove off with Tom giving me a questioning look.
"Miya, hurry up and get dressed other wise we're going to be late for the church service." It was my lovely father, I gave a grunt and stepped over to my closet to look inside. I pulled out a wool red and black plaid skirt with a red short-sleeved shirt. The skirt came up to my knees and wasn't all that itchy as I had imagined. I scrunched the black panty hoes up my legs then slipped my bulked dress shoes on over them. The shirt was pretty tight but it did me well. I didn't have time to get a shower so I just washed my face and twisted my hair in a clip, letting few strands frame my face and neck along with my bangs.
I put a gray shimmer of eye shadow on then some lighter kind on my arch that showed my defined eyebrows that Rox had done the day they went shopping for me. I let the red lip gloss glide across my silky smooth lips then punched the silver hoops into my ears and tied a ribbon around my neck letting the bow slip to the side of my neck. I smiled. I was starting to get used to my new look but still missed my old one. To tell the truth they were both great styles.
Another bang came from the door and I came down to the kitchen with a sigh. I found Tom and his family down stairs talking with dad by the door. They all looked up at once when I came down and I saw Dad's and Mr. Denmark's faces drop, while Mrs. Denmark was glowing and well, to much to say about him just that he gave me his normal smile. When I saw him I didn't feel any better about myself from last night, especially after that dream it had left me a bit shook up and nauseous.
"You look absolutely gorgeous! Now c'mon we're all going to be late." She took my coat off the hanger and I started walking out the door while putting it on. As I stepped onto the porch a gust of wind blew and I could feel the goosebumps reappear on my skin. Some how lately they've been making their home there and mind is well say that's where they'll stay from how many times I've had them since being in the place called Coral Gables. Snow was still glistening in the sunlight of the morning as I stepped onto the church grounds.
I tugged at the skirt as I walked up to the entrance with Tom at m side. The church was a small town's like style and was a brilliant white with a couple old shutters and windows that had white lace curtains that blew in the wind with the grace of a swan. Where green grass and beautiful bright flowers used to be were now weeds and white cold snow that crunched under any slight movement. The only bad thing about it's brilliant white coat of glossy paint was that it was practically camouflaged with the snow and made it quite dull, it would've been amazingly beautiful if it was summer or spring but not in the winter. It just seemed now there too much white here and not enough color kind of like it was a picture from a coloring book that was not colored.
"Hey guys, so you decided to go to church today?" We heard a shout from behind us and we both turned around to see Tala and Rox standing there smiling. We both smiled back and went over to them only to see that Tala had his hand wrapped in bandages.
"What happened?" I questioned a little bit worried about it's affects upon the red headed Russian. He smiled that swift smile of his and gave me that innocent touching face.
"Aww so you really do care. How sweet." He taunted as he put a hand on my shoulder in touching jester which made it all that more dramatic. I felt a twinge of annoyance inside of me then decided to just let it slip by for a while until I could have a real good reason to hit him.
"No I'm worried about what affects it'll have on your performance in the tournament and whether we'll need a replacement or not." I stated while shrugging off his unruly hand. He started to say something but noticed he time on his watch when he lifted his hand up to make a dramatic stage of sadness to my statement.
"If it wasn't so late I'd say bring on the lil' war of comments but it so happens if we don't get a seat Tyson and all the others are going to get seats and have us stand." He stated while walking hastily up and into the church as we followed. Indeed there were lots of people, from old ladies dressed still in their age and to little girls in frill white and pink dresses. I looked down the pew and found that there was only two seats left opened. I went to jester to Tom to follow me there but instead I found that he had found the girl from the park last night.
She was dressed in a long black skirt that went past her knees and to her ankles and with a red turtle neck sweater that complimented her golden eyes. They seemed to be fine with what had happened the other time and it looked like he was going to be a while, so shaking my head I slid into the seat. The melodies of the pianos, violins, flutes, and voices filled the room as people who came late filled the room before the pastor came to the stage.
"Why is a beautiful young lady like you sitting all alone? You know there is a team waiting over there with an empty seat." A strong voice whispered into my ear, it's soft breathe tickling my hairs on my neck and ear. I stiffened knowing that voice and looked to my right to see Wonder boy seating himself in what was once Tom's seat.
"I don't feel like sitting over there... and stop trying to flatter me." I whispered in a hushed voice as the preacher started to say some greetings to the audience.
"I didn't know I was still trying I thought I had accomplished that lastnight."
My cheeks grew warm and I felt as though my stomach was doing twirls and loop-deloops in my body. I was hoping yet not hoping that he would remember let alone bring it up.
"I rather not talk about last night..." I could feel my voice straining to keep it under control so it wouldn't waver or let anything I didn't want to slip let out.
"Why cause' you know you felt something?" I gritted my teeth and rolled my eyes.
"I did not feel something." I stated sharply in a meant to be quiet whisper but cmae out as a pretty loud whisper. Shooshs and Be quiets were called to me while others just turned slightly to give me an odd stare.
"Sorry,..." I whispered back to them as I turned back to whisper to him. "I am not falling for you."
"Who said anything about falling?"
"You, and your crazy plans and ideas and mind."
"I never did you're the one who blabbered it out not me all I did was assume you felt something and you just proved me right."
He caught me on this one, thinking back on the conversation I now realized that he was absolutely right. I did prove him right and me wrong! I felt a splitting head ache coming and shook my head.
"What ever." I took out my bible and turned to the right verse as did my new archenemies. I soon found myself bored with taking notes and began to study the preacher as he shouted about the word of God and telling us that we needed to get our lives right. Which got me thinking, we all really did need to. I had begun to get more involved in our church back home about 2 or 3 years ago. I had finally finished the bible last year at my old house, I remember thinking wow how could all that happen.
And now I'm starting to read it again, I figure if you go over it a second time you'll get more out of it and understand it better, just like watching a movie the second time. The preacher's face was now blue by he time he had gotten to the part where we were now praying for our closing prayer.
"In Jesus's name Amen."
And with that we all lifted our heads and there was an immediate chatter of voices everywhere and everyone was talking. I slid my hands down the front of my skirt removing any unwanted wrinkles while standing up.
"So you're telling me that you have no feelings for me what so ever ... not even a little bit attracted to me?" His strong voice still had that curiosity in it while I walked out of the church to see everyone already by there cars.
"Why does it matter to you so much?" I asked annoyed with his persistence of trying to get me to crack like some kind of criminal on those TV shows you see with the cops questioning the suspect under a hot lamp in the dark of a room. I made my final step to my car before he answered me.
"Why are you so cold, yet in a way becoming more warming?" I got in the car and slammed the door.
"Because I can." And with that I drove off with Tom giving me a questioning look.