Chapter 3
Stacks upon stacks and rows on rows of clothing and shoes waved hello. With a sigh, I started my 1 ½ hour morning routine. After about 45 minutes, I finally settled on a rich deep blue colored silk blouse, and a dark grey pencil skirt. Now for the shoes and accessories.
At 7:30, I promptly left my wing in favor of breakfast in the blue dining room. Walking through the rather large house, I wondered how life would be like for me if I wasn't a Serpenson. 'It would be interesting,' I mused, 'if I was able to decide what to do in my spare time and not follow a schedule planned out at birth.' As I walked into the main hallway, I found it quieter than usual. 'Strange.' I thought. Nearing the blue dining room doors, I looked down at myself and deemed myself presentable. Plastering a smile on my face, I walked into the room.
The sight that greeted me was shocking, to say in the least. I felt my smile disappear as quickly as it appeared. All of a sudden, the quietness made sense.
'It would be quiet,' I thought, 'if no one was home.'