04 : The connection

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Tomorrow I was going to the private school and I was a little nervous. I had never been in a private school and not with people who are rich. Most children or students who go to private school are rich. Colin fit in there and so did Juniper, but not me. What would they think of me? The girl who lost her parents and needed to live with strangers. I could bet they all knew it.

I was walking in the garden with Juniper after Colin had gone inside. She clearly didn't want to be there he was so she followed me out. She sing a little while we were walking. The garden was an urge. You could get lost if you didn't know the place. Like me, but lucky me Juniper knew this place. She had grown up here.
In the garden it was a labyrinth and inside it was a pond with fishes in. The pond was big. In the garden it was a pool, big glasshouse, stable with horses and a lot of other things.

" Are it someplace you can buy ice cream that we could go to?" I asked. I wanted to be nice and do something with her and earn her trust.
" I can't go" She said fast and cold. She stopped smiling as she was doing before when she sang. I looked at her confused.
" I am sure I could convince your father?" I said and looked forward.
" It is not him" She said hurriedly. I couldn't find any word so I kept my mouth shut. It is really not my business.
I could feel that we were being watched. Like someone was looking at us with piercing eyes.

Then later that day we all sat in the dining room, besides Mr. Windfield. We all eat in silence and had music in the background. Even that evening I could feel Colin's gaze on me but I ignored it again. Mum always said "if you ignore it, it will stop". It had always worked so I listen to my mum's advice.

In the evening I was sitting on my bed and reading. I was reading a vampire book because for some reason I like vampires. I had a thing for it. Books and movies about vampires like Twilight and The vampire diaries. I could look read and look at the movies and books several times. I had socks, candles and was wearing a sweater and pants. For some reason it was cold, like they haven't put on the item. Maybe they liked it was cold.

I notice Colin stood at my door looking around. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I turned my eyes at him.
" You are free to come in" I said because he stood and looked at me like he was waiting for me to invite him in. He walked in and looked around in my room. He was taking in the surroundings.
I closed my book after I had laid a bookmark on there I had to stop reading.

He didn't say anything, he just watched me. He was so weird. He sat down on my bed and I turned my body to face his. Now he had this sad look on his face. He looked down at his hands with his back face against my eyes.

" It's something wrong?" I asked a little worried.
Even if he is weird he has lost his mother and I sympathize with him.
" I just.." He began but stopped. " miss mother"
I felt a stab in my heart. It hurt. I could hear he was sad and in pain.
He then looked at me with tears in them. I opened my mouth a little about the hurting words at the same time I had a sad look on my face. I understood. We all try to not show our pain or push the feelings away that hurt us. But in the end it will come for us.

In that second he leaned fast over me and then kissed me on the mouth. I had a shocked look on my face by his sudden action. I had frozen for a second. After some seconds I removed away a little with my face. Then his true self relived when his cruel smirk appeared. Like he hadn't even been sad. Like he was acting all the time. To what? Getting close to me or get a reaction from him as he wanted. I stared at him scared and in shock. What the fuck?! What game was he playing?

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