The Tragic Tales of Lynx Viatto...and maybe some other people

The parties i do not enjoy

CHAPTER 3

The parties I do not enjoy

You may be having the question, Why are you getting dressed up, Lynx? Well the answer to that is Miss Winchester loves to take her orphans to elegant and formal events, so people can see her generosity towards the poor children that she takes care of, and she gains a good reputation from many couples that are interested in adopting, but it is no fun event for me since Miss Winchester makes sure I am on the very back and on the farthest corner and also forces me to wear a blonde wig that looks very much fake, I am never allowed to interact with guests, and I am to stay the whole evening with the tutor that always accompanies us to travels and that acts as one of the teachers to the whole orphanage. Mrs. Wichester has always cared about her reputation in society, and housing a strange creature like myself, would not do her well.

The only positive thing about these events is the coach, with comfy seats that I get to myself with only the quiet presence of the tutor. The thing I consider the most joyful about traveling on a coach is the various sceneries you get to see, the grassy hills, the busy towns, and the gorgeous landscape of a rainy day. I find it all so mesmerizing, and I always let myself imagine myself living in a much happier situation.

As the coach stops, I walk out and line into the front doors, with the tutor directing us to go in order. I uncomfortably twist the plastic strands of hair, missing my original hair that was now stored in a net to fit in the wig. I walked in line towards a big ballroom and sat in my designated corner with the tutor to stay there the whole night until we went back. I was remotely bored until they finally served supper, although the interest was not the food, it was the waiter that handed it to me that caught my attention, he was tall and slender, and he had these bright green eyes that looked just like mine. At that moment when he stared into my eyes, I thought I saw them flash brightly until I found only my dish in front of me. I was remotely confused, the only ever place I had seen eyes flash like that was in that nightmare, and I was sure it was a product of my vivid imagination, but there was always something that had nudged me towards the hint that maybe it was not a dream, although was remotely impossible, and it would do me no good to daydream on fantasies. I had convinced myself that it was merely a fantasy, yet my own brain kept reminding me of it, so I then decided to look for the waiter. I made an excuse to go to the restroom, and the tutor gave a single nod and let me off. After getting out of his field of vision, I wandered into the big place until I decided it wouldn't be convenient to get lost in such a place, I had a tutor and the event was nearly over, so I came back to the corner I was in and sat quietly.