A story about a girl who has always been jealous of the tales she has read, wanting a story of her own. When she finally gets one, she finds out that it's not all sunshine and rainbows. She doesn't know how to deal with strangers, and especially not...
Louis didn't ask about what happened earlier. I was very grateful for that because I don't know how to explain. It just happens sometimes.
It's like your hanging on the edge. Everything is made of sand and bricks. Wind is blowing in your hair and you're almost slipping. You look down, and if you let go, it's over.
You don't want to let go, but it's going to happen very soon. You notice your fingers are getting sweatier, and you are starting to get more nervous. Little bricks are breaking off. They fall down, but you don't hear them fall on the ground. You look down again and see the cliff just got a whole lot bigger.
You're really freaking out. You know you have to calm down, but nothing is working. Your breathing only becomes heavier. You see your life flashing by, because if you don't get on the ground in a few seconds, you're done for.
What do you do?
You can't let go. Right?
Not long now. First your pinkie slides off. Then your ring finger. Slowly all your fingers are letting go. You don't want to let go, but your fingers are giving up. And then, all your fingers slide off. You prepare for the fall, but you hit the ground not even a second later.
I didn't know the ground was this close?
You look beneath you, and there is a small platform. You're standing on a platform. On two feet. Both steady on the ground.
Has this been here the whole time? Did I just not look for it? Or did I not notice it on purpose?
You look at the cliff. It's still there, but you're safe on the ground.
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Dinner was nice. It indeed tasted very good. It was different than with my parents. I actually laughed. The air wasn't thick or something. It was just comfortable. There were smiles and there was talking. And not just about business. About all sorts of stuff. Like actually interesting stuff.
I walked to the big house with my toiletries.
It cooled down so I brought sweatpants, underwear, and an oversized sweater. I placed everything in the shower stall and locked the door. Then turned the shower on and undressed myself. The stall quickly filled with hot steam as I waited for the right temperature to step under the water.
I got under the water and it splashed on my head and my hair was soaked in seconds. I threw my head back, so the warm water hit my face.
Nice
I grabbed my shampoo and put some in my hand. The substance was yellow and smelled like... like honey. I brought my hand to my hair and started massaging it in. It smelled so good.
I let it sit and started scrubbing my body. I always look forward to washing my hair. I just feel a lot cleaner when I also wash my hair. I rinsed my hair and put some conditioner in the ends. I waited a couple minutes before I rinsed it again. Then I turned off the shower tap and grabbed my towel.
It was awfully quiet in here. Normally I have music, but with them being here, I find it a bit scary.
I dried myself and put on my clothes. They were so soft. My sweatpants were light grey, and my sweater was dark blue. I dried my hair and grabbed some of my things. I walked out of the stall and walked to a stall with a sink at the other side of the house.
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