Amethyst- Book one

Chapter 12- Practice....

    I waited very patiently that day. I didn’t complain once about this when I had lunch, and I explored the rest of the house with genuine interest. I even managed to make myself preoccupied, when I met up with Henry and reassured him that I wasn’t upset about what happened last night. I worked hard to keep myself even-tempered, even when it felt as if time the hands on the clock decide to move deathly slow just to irritate me. When morning came, but no one returned, I still managed to keep myself under control, I would say I was almost stoic. Of course, when no one returned that morning after that, I started to get more edgy. Throughout those two days, I would explore the house, read, interact with the family and practice using the draws with Alex. Of course, there are still some days from my normal life that still come back and manage to draw my attention from the mess of situations I’m in now. Like Halloween.

    “Seriously?” I asked as Bridget placed the odd garments into my hands.

    “It is so fun! We have games for the kids, and there’re haunted hayrides that actually scare you and dancing and the decorations are wonderful and—“ I swear, it looked like Bridget could fly from all of her excitement. She glanced eagerly at her baby, as if the thought of what she’ll dress her in just doubled that excitement.

    “It’ll be Rose’s first festival too!” Bridget looked so happy, she was almost hopping from one foot to the other.

    “So, instead of trick-or-treating, you guys have this big festival?” I asked, sitting down on the bed.

    “Always had. I was born and raised here my whole life. We even used to tell scary stories to each other as kids on what really goes on at the Wyman house, because we hardly ever saw them except during the festivals. We believed their house was haunted. Of course, then I turned twenty and was working at a café when I met Jeremy, and, well, now I guess I’m a part of those urban legends.” Bridget chuckled as she swayed Rose in her arms.

    “Okay, you win. I’ll go.” I gave in. Leave it to a adoring mother and her happy bouncing baby to make me give in. I glanced back down at the cloths Bridget placed into my arms.

    “A fairy?” I asked her with raised eyebrows.

    “The purple will match your eyes.” Bridget explained. I glanced back down at the sparkling, nylon pointed wings.

    “I’ll do hair and make-up.” Bridget offered.

    “You’re really into this dressing up thing, are you.”

    “I was homecoming and prom queen. Call it a moral obligation.” Bridget grinned, knowing she had won.

    After an hour, I endured Bridget’s hard, critical work to braid some of my hair into a crown-like headband, weave some violets into my hair, and then apply tons of glitter into the curls (surprisingly, the glitter stayed). Afterwards, she reached into her void of a cosmetic bin and adorned my eyes with just as much glitter and some other light colored make-up. When her work was finally finished, she put it to my inspection in front of a full length mirror. I glanced at my sparkling reflection with disbelief in my eyes.

    “You have made sure all Tinkerbells have been put to shame.” I promised after blinking. Bridget had managed to make the make-up around my eyes make my irises shine even brighter, and though I normally would feel nervous as they would draw too much attention to them, I also remembered that it was okay to look like a freak of nature on Halloween night. You’d be a freak of nature if you didn’t. Bridget dressed herself as a ballerina and she dressed Rose as her rose—the irony, I know—then she practically danced into the hallway to greet Prudence the angel, Helen of Troy and Amelia Earhart. All of the wives looked really happy and excited, despite the fact that they would be celebrating this holiday without their husbands.