🌜POV Llithyia🌛
I huff at the one stubborn piece of hair that falls from the braid I just spent what felt like hours weaving, the tip reaching the end of my bottom.
After the bell that signalled the end of dinner rang, I came back with the intent to to plait my damp hair having just gone for a shower. What I didn't expect was to almost have a tantrum at it when it wouldn't corporate.
My arms feeling like jelly, I'm only slightly concerned that they might fall off. Like that of the mannequins in stores I would always touch and poke a bit too much, their limbs would come crumbling to the floor. Then having to act like it wasn't me as I 'cluelessly' walked away from that section.
I didn't like sleeping with damp hair which is why I always preferred having a shower in the morning giving it time to dry through out the day especially with the amount of hair I have but after the 'brawl' I may or may have not started, it needed to be washed.
-Flashback-
I had just spent ten minutes persuading -threatening- the kitchen staff for brown sugar cause there ain't no way I am eating this shit without it, it looked like someone had chewed oats then spat them out into milk.
disgusting
Which was a shame as I quite liked porridge but I always preferred nutella, nutella pancakes, nutella waffles, nutella toast, nutella on crackers, nutella sandwich... you get the point . When I wasn't having nutella, I was having porridge, with preferably some Manuka honey and fruit.
They had it least been a little more thoughtful when I was in my last cell.
"Hey girlie mind sharing that?
Looking up from scrutinising the bowl of porridge I held, my gaze met that of a very cocky male, he had this coy smirk like he already knew the outcome of this exchange .His chest was puffed out in arrogance, stepping closer he towered over me, at this angle, while he lent down to look at me, it was almost like a glimpse of heaven's light his bald head was that shiny. Swallowing the giggle that bubbled in my throat was very hard.
He went to snatch the bowl I was holding off me, in my silence. Moving the bowl out of his grasp I set it on the table behind me. Christen side eyed me in anticipation of my retaliation. The old man had decided to once again join me after ditching me yesterday.
"You grubby hands are going nowhere near my food, now fuck off " I glared at him and scowled.
His calm and cocky demeanour now long gone, eyes lit with rage, baldy stepped closer so close that I could almost smell his fish breath.
"Now listen here bitch, give me the food," I was already inching my hand towards one of the metal trays on the table I was lent against."It will be put to much better use any way, no one your size needs that much food." He finished, I raised one eyebrow in question.
"Really? I didn't know " Before raising the tray and smacking it to his nose with so much force, I was almost surprised...almost. He staggered back in shock hunching as he cupped his bleeding nose what he hadn't realised what he turned slightly away from me.
I guess I will have to wait for lunch, I thought as I casted my porridge one fleeting glance and jumping on his back, the tray raised over my head.
-End of Flashback-
That idiota and honest to god pest to society, got everything he deserved, I made sure of it.
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