Walk a Mile

Ch. 4

Historia followed the obnoxious sounds of her mother's voice and found herself downstairs once more. She needed to talk to her, or at least do a little bit of convincing. She wasn't going to be forced to reside with a girl that basically hated her. With her mind made up, she addressed her mom. The woman was sprawled out on the couch with her feet on the table, talking on the phone. Historia stood to the side and waited until their conversation ended. Alma glanced at her for a moment, and Historia took that as her cue.

"Do we really have to stay here?" Historia sighed as she draped herself over her mother.

"This is Burberry, honey. Get up," Alma instructed her and smoothed out her jacket. "Now, what were you saying?"

"Do we have to stay here? Because Ymir hates me and I don't want to be here if-"

Historia started to share with her mother, but was interrupted by Alma holding up her hand when her phone rang again.

"Take her shopping, she'll love you," Alma advised her distractedly as she was in the process of checking the caller ID.

"No she won't. And you can't buy friendships..." Historia deadpanned and looked at her mother in disappointment. Their conversations never lasted long. This was probably a record.

"Sure you can, how else would you make friends?" Alma posed incredulously and bopped Historia on the nose before putting the phone back to her ear. Their conversation was over.

Historia pushed away from the couch sadly and went on her way. Where she was going, she had no idea. She obviously wasn't welcomed anywhere near Ymir. Her mom didn't want to be bothered. She didn't necessarily want to be around Tomas or Sandra, due to a non-established level of comfirtability. And her father just kind of made her uneasy most of the time. She felt really alone at the moment.

While she didn't have any real friends, she did associate herself with one other heiress. She didn't fit the stereotype as drastically as the others did. She was tiny, but full of attitude. Historia didn't even really like her that much, but she was the closest thing to a friend that she had, besides her boyfriend.

After retiring back to her room for only the second time since she'd been here, Historia called Hitch.

"Hello?" Hitch answered the phone in annoyance.

"Hey, it's Tori," Historia announced.

"Oh, hey..." Hitch responded uncertainly.

"Hi. What are you doing today?" Historia asked cheerfully, then wished she hadn't. For the next hour or so, she had to endure Hitch rambling on and on about how she hated her parents for taking her car keys and forcing her to stay home after she'd snuck out. Then, as if she felt that Historia was out of the loop, she proceeded to fill her in on the gossip of the island. Then she started to tell Historia all about these 'totally cute' pair of earrings she bought, followed by her petty boyfriend troubles.
Historia wanted to hang up, but didn't have the courage. Eventually, Hitch took care of that for her. Historia was blankly staring at the phone she'd wasted a good hour or two on. Why didn't anyone around her want to talk about real things? Things that mattered? All of these people were plastic and had no depth whatsoever. The only person that seemed to possess a little and offer more conversation than gossip practically hated her.

As if on cue, Ymir appeared in the doorway. Historia was idly standing in the middle of the hallway, and Ymir begrudgingly stood before her. The older girl had just gotten an invitation from her closest friends to go swimming at the community recreation center. When she informed her mother that she was going, Sandra was dismayed to find out that Ymir had no intentions of taking Historia with her. After enduring a reprimanding session, she dragged herself on over here to ask if Historia wanted to come - only because she was being forced to. Sandra said that if Ymir didn't bring Historia, she couldn't go at all. It sucked.