A Swag's Secret

XIV. Playing Princess

I'm kinda bored and I didn't had any interest in writing my diary further but this strange life-like dream led me to. It felt so real!...

But what was it?

This was the question....

There had been lots of questions in my mind recently but I can't answer a single. As time passes, I decided that I will have to follow the left out tracks to know about it.

It so happened....

I had a really cheerful mood today but this thing was bothering me hard. Jennie hadn't been to school for almost a week now. She had a minor fracture in her knee cap but you know, a little fracture can lead to be on bed straight for a month. Jennie fell down when she ascended from the bus and proceeded towards the school gate. That was one careless kind.

I went home, changed my clothes, had a little snack time and made my way to Jennie's home. She lives in a place which is kind of desolate. The nearest house was almost two hundred meters away. But her house is the center of light. In the day her house reflected light as the house was painted with a special kind. At night the lights were too bright coming from the decorated lights. In short, Jennie's house was more beautiful than her. Just kidding :)

I had a little buddy time with her and made my way out of her house. It was almost four PM and the sun let out its bright colors to paint the clouds with its scattering effect. It was beautiful!

"Psst!" Someone whispered.

I looked behind but no one was there. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me...

"Psst!" It came again. Loud and clear this time.
I had to admit that my eyes weren't in a mood to play tricks with me so I called out, "Who's there?"

No answer.

I thought that someone was playing a prank on me and I just drove home. It was almost dinner time when I reached there and the meal was set on the dining table.

Dad was in a merry mood and he decided the dinner to be a 'horror dinner night'.

Layla cuddled into my mother's arms and I, feeling silly, just held my face with one hand and tapped on the huge table with my other that was in the middle of the hall. Dad switched off the hall lights and sat at the end of the long table. While mom and Layla sat at the right side of the table where seven chairs were placed, I sat at the right side where another seven chairs where placed, just in front of Layla. Dad was acting funny that day, I had to admit.

Dad got a torch and lit up his face while we were surrounded by darkness. I was like, 'Hey dad! You could have added a little fake blood and two horns on your head' But that was just a silly advice.

Dad started,

"Once, a long time ago, there was a girl who lived a simple life with her family. She just had one regret. She never tasted what blood was like. Well that's silly. Because no one tastes until they are vampires or you know....creatures who like blood. Ok so..."

I didn't know which side was boring.

By the name of vampires,

"The girl's name was Marshmallow and she was 16, who was older than our Lydia..."

Umm...Seriously!? That would be worth it if you didn't mention ME!

"Ahem...Marshmallow had a strange liking for blood but she often resisted it because she knew it's not normal for humans like her. But she wasn't a human. Although she was the actual daughter of the........"

"Zzzzzz......." I went to sleep. Cause I couldn't understand which was acting more boring. Dad or that out-of-sense horror story!

Something was moving...