Part Forty:

Turns out this place really IS protected. There are guards lining the gate that circled the perimeter of the yard. Not to mention the fact that the place was lined with spells--supposively--and a bunch of traps. I haven't fallen in one, though at one point it was close. This one place was suppose to burn you to dust, but for some odd reason...when I set it off, it just didn't work. All that happened was a small poof of smoke. Dreya had people look at it.

They said it just plain ole broke down on the spot.

Well, Dreya wasn't happy about the damage, but I'm just glad I was burned to death. Dreya said that they stated specificly that those traps were fool-proof. Someone obviously informed her of the wrong. Speaking of Dreya, I've gotten use to the odd eyes. I still have no clue as to why she has silver eyes, but it's all right. I've been assured by Jestin that Dreya isn't a vampire. Yet, I forgot to ask Jestin what Dreya is...if not a vampire. Maybe I'm just looking into it too far. Maybe Dreya really DOES wear contacts.

Dreya preferred to talk to me out of everyone else in this God forsaken place. This didn't fly well with Jestin. She got jealous, and quickly. It became something of the sort where Jestin would always be dragging me to be with her. But Dreya was that kind of person who you somehow met up with, even if it wasn't planned. I didn't mind talking to Dreya. She didn't always dominate the conversation. At first Dreya would talk about random things, and then allude to her own likes or dislikes. It's a talent some people don't have.

Not to mention the fact that this place is so cool. There's so many things to do here, that you don't know what to do. I was somehow attentive towards the workout room, where tredmills and bench pressing caught my eye. It's not like I need to work out. Let's put it this way...being poor doesn't allow you to see these things unless they're broken or on television. Let's see...I haven't seen a broken one, and I don't watch television. So this was exploring a whole new world to me!

All I did was get on the tredmill, and see if I could run backwards on it. Turns out I can't, but at least I tried. I liked the bicycle one, though. I liked making the pedals go reeeally fast, and then lifting my feet to watch them go spinning on without me. What a work out, huh? There was also and entertainment room, a gym, a room that I call the water room (with pools, hot tubs, and ect.), the wet room (a home-made bar), art room, library, cold room, hot room, purple spots and polkadots room, and so on. All right, so I made up the last three.

I haven't even seen one-fourth of the house. I suck, I know. The bedrooms even have labels, you know? Like, the room I sleep in is called the red room. It's red, go figure. Then there's the blue room, dark room, white room, green, purple, and orange rooms. So on...so forth. At this point, I was in the normal...abnormally large room that contained comfortable couches and chairs. I call this room the 'Bug off and leave me alone' room. Made especially because everytime I come in here, someone shows up to bug me.

Before I knew it, Jestin walked into the room. She was followed by Dreya. "Ah, there's Ivy,"Dreya said. Jestin looked harrassed already. Greeeat. Hey Tony. I like the things you do. Hey Tony, If I could I'd be you. You're the one and only tiger, with the one and only taste. You know how to take a breakfast and make it great. Frosted Flakes. They're more than good; they're grrrreat! The only reason why I'd know those words is because I won a poster in fourth grade that had the words on it. I wonder if that's a poem...or a song I've never heard.

You'd learn it too if that was the only thing that you could read at night when you're parents were screaming in the next room. I know Oak's favorite cereal was Coco Puffs. Or something like that. I'm coocoo for Coco Puffs. My favorite cereal is those cereals that don't have poison in it. Anyways, Jestin made her way towards me, but Dreya stayed back. I rolled my eyes, sitting up on the couch. Previously, I had been laid out with my feet crossed on the arm of the couch. It was comfortable to me.

"Hey, Jes,"I said in fake happiness,"I was thinking about you!" Not. Jestin brightened at the words, though. "What about me,"she asked curiously. She sat next to me on the couch. Best friends, right? "You can speak different languages, right,"I asked in fake curiousity. I guess Jestin sucks at sorting out the overly happy voice from the real voice. "Yes. It comes when you've lived for someone who is 257 years old,"Jestin said. Then she hesitated,"God, I'm old."

Ok...I'll just dismiss the extra statement. "Right,"I said shortly. Then I went back to my fake voice,"So, you know how to speak Spanish?" "Yes,"Jestin said, slightly confused. "German,"I asked. "Yes,"Jestin said. "French, Porteguese, Chinese,"I continued. "Yes, yes, yes,"Jestin said some more. "You've been to England,"I asked. Jestin said quickly,"Yes!" All this was getting so quick, that I was glad I had gone over it in my head. "You've been to Chile and China,"I asked. "Yes,"Jestin said.

"You speak Australian,"I asked quickly. Jestin replied just as quickly,"I don't think so." Before she could think, I said,"Say milk ten times. DO IT QUICKLY." All this was cracking me up. "Milk, milk, milk,"Jestin started, more confused than ever. Before she got to six, I said,"What do cows drink?" Jestin replied shortly,"Milk." And then I said,"Go away." Well, I'm satisfied. I completely confused Jestin. I'm sure she speaks Australian, unless they speak another language I don't know about. And I'm sure cows drink water, and produce milk.

The door to the room opened, and guess who came in? Daviel, of course. "Come on, Jestin. We've got to go talk to Riley,"he ordered, not even looking at me. "But I'm hanging out with Ivy,"Jestin said in disappointment. "Oh,"I said,"You are? I'm sure I'll have better fun with Dreya." Jestin glared at me,"No, you won't. Daviel, let's bring Ivy with us." Daviel scoffed,"No. Come on, Jestin." Jestin didn't move for a second. "Jestin Julie Orome, get up right now, and COME ON,"Daviel ordered, getting frustrated.

Jestin stood up, sulking, and stomped pass Daviel. She was heading towards the front door. "See you later, Dreya,"Daviel said, slightly annoyed. "All right, Del,"Dreya said, shrugging,"Try calming Jin down, will you?" Daviel nodded,"Watch Iveria..." I interupted swifted,"Ivy." Daviel turned to concentrated on me,"And YOU behave." I snorted,"Yes, Mother." He rolled his eyes, and disappeared out the door. I laid back down on my lovely couch, and then I remembered the fact that Dreya was still here.

In fact, Dreya walked over beside the couch. I looked up at her for a moment, not saying anything. "Let's go do something,"Dreya suggested. I prefer to sit down riiiiight here. In silence, actually. That's the only reason why I go anywhere. "Eh,"I mummbled slightly. Dreya had the air about her that said she was going to go do something whether I was going or not. Jestin had that air that said she wasn't going anywhere until she forced me to come along with her.

Yet, Dreya stood there for a moment. Probably considering if it was worth convincing me. "Here,"she said slowly, thinking a bit,"You could stay in here. Then Daviel would know where you are perfectly whenever he comes back. Jestin will know, too. OR you could come with me...and we'll be heading in the far back of my house. A place where I'm sure Jin will have a fantastic time trying to hunt you down when she's back." This had to be the first time someone has given great logic to me in forever. I love this girl.

Well...not that way.

I sat up. "And Daviel,"I asked her to continue. Dreya smiled,"Daviel is hedonistic. He won't want to sacrifice his own pleasure over such a thing as to finding you." I scoffed and muttered,"He's done it before." Dreya shrugged,"All right. Whatever." She turned and started to leave the room. Then she paused, and turned to glance at me. "Besides, if you don't want to know something important...it's not like you HAVE to know,"Dreya said with a sly smile.

I sighed melodramatically,"Fine. I'm coming." Dreya was smiling with triumph. "Where're we going,"I asked shortly. "A walk to a room,"Dreya said just a shortly. "Geez, it can't be too long a walk. I have an appointment with the devil,"I said sarcasticly. Dreya widened her eyes,"Oooh, don't SAY that!" Great. Now I was confused! Everyone knows how much I loooove to be confused. "What for,"I asked, slightly annoyed. "He just may come up and take you down with him for that,"Dreya said carelessly.

I hesitated,"What?" Dreya nodded sincerely,"What? Did you not think HE was real?" By the look on my face, Dreya snorted. "You believe in vampires, but not Satan? Somebody dropped you on your head when you were little,"Dreya said. I was suddenly not feeling better. Thanks for verbally abusing me! And I was getting to like you. After a moment of my sulked silence, she broke the peace. "I'm only kidding with you, just so you know,"She said slowly.

I didn't answer. I'm not talking to HER anymore. "Don't you wonder why my eyes are silver,"Dreya asked, trying to get my attention off of her so-called "playful" insults. I kind of did, but I'm not expressing that. "Don't you wonder why they call you 'It',"she suddenly asked. My eyes shot to her imediately. "Because I have the sight,"I told her uncertainly. Dreya scoffed,"A lot of people have the Sight, and nobody calls them 'It'." Well...now she has my attention.

"Then why,"I asked curiously. Dreya widened her eyes in fake excitement,"It's because...this is the comfort room." I had just been thrown off track. "What,"I asked in confusion. Dreya gestured towards the open door we had stopped at. "This is the comfort room,"she said. I turned, and looked at it. "So,"I said with an annoyed attitude. "Let's talk in here,"Dreya suggested. She's stalling! "Fine,"I stated shortly,"I don't care. Tell me why I'm called--" She interupted swiftly,"Shhhh. Don't talk so loudly."

Then Dreya entered the room. I stood there for a moment. "Yes, we MUST be quiet. God knows how sinful it would be for the walls to hear me say 'It',"I said. Yep, I think I'm extremely annoyed. "Get in here,"Dreya snapped,"Or go away." Yet I like her better than Jestin. I have no idea why. Maybe because she gives me a choice. I like having choices. "All right,"I snapped in reply. Then I entered the 'comfort room'. It was extremely odd.

Comfort for a reason. The ceiling, walls, and floor were cushioned in soft, plush carpet. Who does that? There were pillows all around. This is the room I now claim as mine. It's perfect for sleeping in. "So, are you going to tell me or what,"I asked, slightly impatient. I'm not usually this way. I don't like to be impatient. I thrive on being patient. It keeps me from wanting to kill people. Especially when I'm waiting in lines. Some people will be like "Damn it, hurry up" and I'll be the one saying "this floor is awefully dirty".

"Actually, you are called 'It' because you have the sight,"Dreya said, shifting her eyes to the room around her. She tricked me! "But you said,"I started. Dreya interupted,"I know. I just want to show you stuff that people some people with the sight can do." All right!