Shortie

Chapter 2: I'm not a lesbian

Picture: Rose

"Is it true that for the first few weeks after birth infants are colorblind?"

I blinked once. Twice. Then three times. When the door swung open a boy who looked to be about 9, maybe 10 flung the question at me. No hello, or even a who are you. Instead I get questioned on the eyesight of infants.

"Um. What?" I chocked out.

"Is it true tha-

"No. No don't repeat it. I heard you but why exactly did you decide to greet me this way? Aren't you more concerned about who I am?"

"Not really. If you we're a kidnapper you would have took action already. If you were a sales person you would have advertised your product to me by now. If you were a family member I would recognize you and besides I already know who you are."

My eyebrow arched in surprise at his smart alec response. "Yeah? Who am I?"

"Lanae Sims. Daughter of Abigal Sims and Mark Sims who passed away from an unknown cause six months ago." He sounded as if he was a computer. I flinched at the mention of my dad's death. The causes definitely weren't unknown to me.

Because I was there.

"Age seventeen years old, gender female. Your favorite food is Nutella, and you have a fear of drowning."

I gaped at the kid in surprise. "How the hell do you know all of that?"

"I heard mother talking to Ms. Abigal on the phone a few week's ago. I have a photogenic memory, I remember everything I see and hear." He replied. But sadly he wasn't finished. "It is true that you are very beautiful, however not as intelligent as they made you out to be."

I was furious by now and the other half of me-the bad tempered one- took over.

"You cocky little shit! I''ll have you know that I was valedictorian and graduated a year early!" I hissed.

"I'm a genius prodigy. I'm only 11 and already in high school. Your acheivments are miniscule compared to mine." He bragged.

I was gonna kill him.

Just when I was about to attack, he skipped away calling out for his mother.

Brat.

A beautiful lady with sun kissed blonde hair tightly coiled into perfect curls appeared in his place. A string of pearls rested lightly on her teal strapless silk top.

Pristinley white slacks which flared at the bottom adorned her slim figure. Black bangles clicked together at her wrist and diamond earrings glittered in the sunlight streaming through the door.

She screamed.

Yes the elegantly dressed lady with warm caramel eyes screamed. I shrunk back from the volume of the noise. Not knowing what to do I backed away cautiously that is until she attacked me into a hug blubbering about how I have grown about an inch (Yes, I was deeply offended at that moment) and how beautiful I turned out to be.

I know how puny I am-- no need for the reminder-- and I know I'm hot. It's not something I need restated to me.

After multiple minutes of me awkwardly patting her back while she clung to me, she finally let go. I breathed out a sigh of relief and stared at her silently.

"Sorry how rude of me. I'm Rose. Oh you look just like your mother! And so young and pretty. I remember when you were just a little toddler running around in your Batman undies. You never did like anything girly. We were afraid you we're showing early signs of being a lesbian. (A/N: Not that there's anything wrong with lesbians. If your one than your awesome. Go figure!) Your not lesbian are you?" She questioned.