THE GIFTED

Untitled Part 9

I RAN ACROSS THE HALLWAY, SEARCHING FOR A HIM. HE IS GOT TO BE HERE SOMEWERE, I BURST THROUGH EACH AND EVERY DOOR I PASS NOT CARRING IF THEY THINK I AM CRAZY. I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART AND CAN'T GO A DAY WITHOUT.......I BURST THROUGH A DOOR AND STOP I FOUND HIM THERE IN ALL HIS GLORY.......

I have been known to be quiet dramatic when I am sleepy.

The walk to find the room had been long, I had to ask about 50 guards were the sleeping chambers are and from there I had to find my room.

And yes, I name all the beds I sleep in. Don't tease me, it gets lonely when you are the only child.

I made my way across the room to Jerry( named it that cause it was orange like Jerry in Tom and Jerry)

I didn't bother stripping my clothes as I jumped on the bed and snuggled between the blankets.

My eyes were just dropping shut when there was a knock on the door. I groaned but I didn't budge, there was another knock but much more louder. Couldn't that person just leave her and her door alone, unless…..

I quickly jumped from Jerry and ran to open the door. I was in such a hurry I forgot to untangle myself from the blankets and I tripped on the floor. "fiddle sticks" I muttered as I made my way towards the door whistle untangling myself.

What! I am limited to my use of swear words, mom's rules.

I opened the door and to find a girl about my age with long brown hair curled to perfection and bangs covering her face, she had her hand curled into a fist raised in mid- knock or should I say mid-bang.

 She looks like makeup has exploded on her face with her eyes overdone with mascara and her lips look like layers and layers of lipstick were put on it which made it looked like there was more gloss and pink more than lips. I personally hate makeup but even if I did like it I am pretty sure that the amount she put might as well get her killed.

Don't ask me how.

She put her hand down after it was suspended in the air for about 1 minute. She was about to say something when she glanced down at what I was wearing and a look of pity washed over her hazel color eyes.

There you go folks the pity look that is all I have been getting. What am I, a beggar holding a sign ‘please feed me with your pity faces '. dude I am living in a suit! In (what I am assuming)  a palace!

"Hello, my name is Nicole" I said and raised my hand for her to shake.

"Name's  Skyler, sorry but I can't do handshakes just did my nails" she wiggled her perfectly done nails, nail polish and all in front of my face.

"Great, nice knowing yah now if you'll excuse me I have to go catch some z."

Just as I was about to close the door her foot shot out and stopped it.

"I know you are tired but I was sent here to call you down for dinner. Apparently the kings and queens want to know more about you and I bet my grannies apple pie that you are hungry as a pickle."

I gave her a confused look in which she just shrugged "lost a bet. I have to do this all day. Not very good at it."

I nodded not wanting press more. I just wanted to go to sleep but my tummy had other plans.

While I was opening my mouth to reject dinner my tummy made this strange noise which I think was an imitation of a dying walrus.

Skyler just laughed and pushed me inside the room urging me to get dressed which was the last thing I wanted to do shutting the door behind her.

 I opened the door to quickly sneak away but Skyler was right outside the room  talking to a circular disc, I think some form of communication maybe because right now I have seen too many weird things to not believe in almost anything now.

 She seemed angry and I was quickly going to close the door she caught me peeking and quickly shut her device and plastered a fake smile on her face. She pushed the door open and came in closing the door after her.

"Family problems?" I inquired gently not wanting to think I was intruding in her problems.

She looked surprised but quickly recovered "um…yeah, anyway you having trouble picking out your clothes?"

No. I hadn't even thought of clothes plus I did not want to have makeup on her face or wear something fancy but never the less gave in rather than making it more awkward than it already was.

But turns out Skyler knew my style and she just pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans and a blue tank top but she insisted me to wear a leather jacket to make me look even a bit official.

Soon we were on our way to the dining hall and I got to know Skyler better, she is actually a really nice person  and I think I found a new best friend.

She just started to work in the castle as a personal dresser and at night she goes back home  which she told is at the boarder of Denver. I asked her if she had any siblings and I guess that stuck a cord.

Recalling conversation

We both were laughing so much tears came to our eyes.

One look at Skyler's hair people would know to never give me a curling iron much less a comb!

Each time Skyler glanced at the mirror she  kept having  mini heart attacks and the look on her face was priceless which added more fits of laughter.

 She patted her hair trying to lessen the damage and trying to stop laughing cause every time we do that we burst into another round on giggles

"Listen you are a really sweet girl, maybe pretty too-"  

I threw a pillow at her head for that comment.

"-but remind me or remind me to tell the world to not make you a hair designer or a makeup artist or pretty much anything to do with the face." She said as she tried to doge my avalanche off pillows and of course she failed.

I lay down beside her on the carpet she fell on. The soft feeling reminded me of home.

"so,  tell me about your family" I asked as I stared up at the white ceiling thinking of my mom.
"um….don't know about them. They just abandoned me and left me to die and I haven't really been looking for them….cause I don't know if they want me back" her voice cracked "anyway, time to get you ready for dinner and trying to not make me look like I ran 1000miles."

She chuckled humorlessly as she got up and went towards the dressing table getting her stuff ready to do me over.

End of conversation

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Hi long time no write.
Anyway exams are over so more typing and less ......yiping?

See that is why i do not write poems.

Peace out,
Denise