This is the product of another boring econ class. It happens right after the previous chapter. Somehow, this has become a story instead of just random moments... Whatever, just read it. :)
I'm running, running as fast as I can, but my voluminous skirts wrap around my ankles, tripping me. I can't move. She's in front of me, just walking, her red hair flowing behind her in perfect waves. Gemma.
Then, I'm in Simon's arms and he's kissing me urgently. I'm pinned beneath him, stuck. I search for Gemma even as he tries to unbutton my dress. I can't catch up with her. He's on top of me, and she's in front of me, and I can't move.
Knock knock.
She turns a corner, and suddenly Simon's gone, and I'm lying alone in the middle of so much nothingness.
Knock knock knock.
"Felicity?"
My eyes fly open. I'm lying alone on the top of the bedclothes, still wearing my Spence uniform. Ann's standing timidly in the doorway, the moonlight from my window shining on her face. She's almost beautiful. Her eyes are wide, and she looks nervous. She's holding an unlit lantern in her left hand.
"Felicity?" she whispers again.
"Shh, Ann, close the door," I murmur. I hear the door close softly and sit up in bed. While she stands watching, I release my pale hair from its bun, combing it with my fingers until it lies perfectly straight on my back. "To the gypsies, then?" I ask.
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By the time we reach the forest, Ann is shivering in my blue cloak. "Let's go back," she says, looking wistfully over her shoulder at the school. The gargoyles staring back at us from the roof aren't half as threatening as the trees tonight.
"Don't be ridiculous," I say, taking the lantern from her. "I want to get my fortune told." She's still wavering. I step under the canopy of the first trees and begin walking quickly, listening for her bumbling footsteps behind me. I hold the lantern in front of me as I walk, illuminating my way and leaving Ann in the dark.
"Felicity! Wait!" Then, I hear her running, twigs are cracking, and she's panting hard. "Felicity...wait...wait for me..."
I stop, but only because I've reached the outskirts of the gypsy camp. Ann finally catches up; she grabs my arm and hangs on, still panting. I shush her and peer through the trees into the clearing. The gypsy men are gathered around a fire that turns their faces red, menacing. I don't remember which tent is Mother Elena's. Ann is whimpering behind me, her hands still on my arm; for a moment, I consider turning back like I know she wants to. Then, I think of Simon. His face is in my mind, grinning cockily, one eyebrow raised.
I step into the clearing.
The man who sees me first cheers. The rest laugh raucously and call out obscenities. A lone figure steps from the circle, and I know him. "She is mine," says Ithal.
What will happen next??? Even I don't know yet. Review, sil vous plait. J'aime les reviewers. Merci to everyone who has reviewed! Oh, oui, my French is soooo good. hehe. ;)