Almost Cinderella
Yet again, a thank you to: TsukiKishuko, Sky d, Kitsune Kaji for reviewing, a thank you to: TrueBlue Sisters, Sky d, TsukiKishuko for the 'Story Alert' add, and Kitsune Kaji for the 'Favourite Story' add!
My biggest thank you goes to darkxXxflames who has opened my eyes as to what genres I still have to make a mark on, and for constantly reviewing.
Also another thank you to TsukiKishuko for reviewing every chapter.
This chapter, we see Kai's world. Whoopee! It's KAI! Enjoy!
Vampirate
Chapter Four
As Kai stared out the tinted window of the car, something caught his eye. It was Hilary and Misha. Hilary had just gone back inside and Misha followed her.
Are they related?
Kai wrenched open the refrigerator door. Nothing. Pantry. Nothing.
"Damn, I have to get into the habit of shopping for food..." he muttered, finally surrendering, concluding there wasn't enough food to actually make something out of.
Grabbing his coat, he left his house, and walked toward the general store (Also known as a supermarket).
Kai heaved his plastic basket onto the conveyer belt. There was a proud expression on his face, as if he conquered the world.
"Hi, how are..."
He looked up at the cashier, it was Misha. She gave him a small, but warm smile. Then she looked enquiringly at Kai's choice of 'groceries'. Endless tins piled into the tiny basket. It was a wonder the basket hadn't collapsed. She started laughing lightly.
"Do you live off this stuff?" she asked as she rummaged through the basket of tinned food.
"Uhh.. yeah." Kai said, as if it was so obvious.
Misha shook her head, "You're going to die if you keep eating these." She turned to a girl marking prices. "Hey, Sarah! Could you mind the counter for me?" She turned back to Kai, "Come on."
Kai never thought something as simple as grocery shopping could provide so much entertainment. But all through out the selecting and scrutinizing of the produce, in the back of his mind lingered a certain curiosity.
"Where do you live?" Kai asked suddenly.
Misha froze, as if trying to think of a clever answer, to stop him from finding out about her. But the clever answer never came.
"Mulberry Street. The house nearest to Bellevue Avenue."
Kai was surprised. She had known him for less than a day, and she was already telling him where she lived. Such trust in a stranger he had never seen before. He looked over at her; she wore a dreamy expression on her pretty face. PRETTY?! Kai had never thought about something, let alone someone as 'pretty'. It was usually beautiful or good-looking. But he couldn't use those words to describe Misha. Misha wasn't beautiful or good-looking. She was pretty, cute and lovely. Hilary was beautiful and good-looking but she wasn't pretty or cute or lovely.
It was such an odd situation, Misha looked as if she had forgotten that she was grocery shopping and floated off to the land of fairies.
"Misha?" he waved a hand in front of her.
"Huh?"
"I can walk you home if you want. I live close to where you live."
A sweet smile spanned across her face, "Okay, that would be nice."
What Misha was thinking about that day, we will never know. It remains her secret.
It was soothing; walking down the lamp lit Mulberry Street. The lights illuminated the solid, leafy trees that hung over the road. So far they had walked in silence.
He decided to break the silence and feed his curiosity.
"Why do you work?" he questioned. It fascinated him that Misha worked; he knew many kids had jobs, but no one at the Melba Academy worked.
"Well, I want to go to university and..." she said each word with care, "My step-mother won't fund my university fees, if I get in that is."
"But what if you get a scholarship? Will your..." the shaking of her head made him stop.
"She doesn't really care about me. She's more concerned whether or not her own daughter has the last Louis Vuitton bag."
He could see a smile, but it was a sad smile. But it wasn't soaked in pity for herself.
"Anyway, here we are. Thanks for walking me home. I'll see you at school?"
"Yeah, school."
He watched as she opened the door and walked into the grand house. She seemed so small in comparison to the house.
Kai lay on his bed, his arms acting as a pillow. Asking those questions seemed to make him even more curious. The house she walked into... that was where Hilary lived. If Hilary's mother was Misha's step mother, then... where was Misha's father? Her last name... Yeun... it's the same as Bill Yeun... that businessman whose wife died in childbirth almost 18 years ago...
It suddenly clicked. Misha indeed, was the daughter of Bill Yeun, who had married some woman called Linda. And if he could remember properly, Hilary's mother's name was Linda.
It had occurred to him that Misha hadn't asked anything about him, yet he had buried her with the questions that she probably didn't want to answer the most. Wasn't she curious? Wasn't she curious as to why he did the grocery shopping? Wasn't she curious about his and Hilary's relationship? Perhaps she was, but she was tactful enough to save these questions, and have them answered by time.
So... how was that?
I'm sorry in advance if I don't upload as fast as I used to. I have an English essay due soon (It's on Dead Poet's Society), so I need to work on it. I'm really awful at writing essays; I feel they don't nurture creative spirit. Ha! And I need to prepare for debating finals. I think the debating co-ordinator only chose me because I had good points, not necessarily because I spoke well... but anyway... I'll work hard to get the next chapter posted as soon as I can!
Vampirate
P.S: I'm also working on another story. I don't think this story will be long enough to hand in as a project, so I'm writing another. Inspired by the movie 'The Haunted Mansion', but it's not going to be a total rip off. I won't say much more.