Last Chance

Chapter 2: Jayme

Meanwhile, on another side of the town, in a richer neighbourhood, Jayme found herself in a similar situation. Waking up in a huge bedroom was probably the biggest surprise that had ever happened to her. The bed itself was probably king-sized, though Jayme wouldn't know for sure since she had never had the opportunity to stay in one. It was very grand, and every piece of furniture seemed to all match. It was like the total opposite of her own bedroom in her home with the Trent family.

Floor-to-ceiling windows covered one whole wall, sending streams of light filtering through the filmy white curtains. Upon exploring her new surroundings, Jayme saw three doors that were connected to this bedroom. One revealed to be a gigantic walk-in closet that held at least several hundred different outfits. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating but this is crazy! Another opened up to be a lavish washroom, with a giant tub and a shower. The sink was all marble, with a huge mirror facing it behind. Neat boxes, after opening it, held every kind of expensive makeup accessory possible. Jayme had no idea what they were since she was used to a very natural look.

That was when she caught her reflection in the big mirror. In her excitement of landing in such a beautiful room, she didn't realize at first what she looked like. Normally, she just ran a brush through her hair and that was it. But, this time, she literally did a double take as she stared at the face that was looking back at her in the mirror. The girl in the mirror had a very nice, short, bob-cut. It wasn't that bad of a hairstyle, accenting her sharp cheekbones and her angular face structure, like her chin and pixie-like ears, but the colour was not what she considered outstanding. It was a mix between red and brown, a ruddy brown colour.

She started to turn away, not wanting to see what else was wrong with her appearance, when something caught her eye. Or rather, the lack of something. Her earrings! Where were they? Holding her face between her hands, Jayme carefully inspected her nose and eyebrows. The studs that were somewhat hidden in her eyebrows and the small, glinting one in her nose were all gone. The only piercings, it seemed, that were still there was one stud in each ear, much to her chagrin, since the four piercings in each of her ears marked a unique feature of hers. After all, she was the first to have tried it.

Scowling, Jayme decided it was about time to stop checking out her messed-up appearance and the room she was in. After all, it wasn't like she could stay here. Whoever's room this really was, they could come back any minute and it wouldn't be cool to be caught in here. Sighing to herself, she muttered under her breath, "I wonder what else went wrong when that angel sent us back. I knew she didn't look capable in what she was doing."

Carefully opening the final door to the room, she peeked around the tiny slit. A giant hallway with beautiful furnishings, like the lush golden carpet beneath her bare feet and the expensive-looking paintings hanging on the walls, were the only things she could see. Stepping out of the bedroom through the small crack that she left for herself, Jayme scurried quietly towards hopefully an exit. Being quiet was what she was good at, especially living at her current foster home, but the house itself felt too silent. She wasn't sure if she liked that or not.

A set of stairs came into view as she went further down the hall. It too was very lavish, with a giant chandelier dangling far above it, sending shafts of sunlight in every direction. As Jayme came closer, she realized the stairs itself was not made of wood. Instead, after lightly testing out the step to see if it would creak, she felt hard, cold marble underneath. At least I won't have to worry about making any noises here, she thought to herself, trying to make sense of what kind of a home she had landed in.

However, her efforts at staying quiet proved to be useless anyway. Reaching the bottom step, she banged into a rock-hard body, moving fairly quickly towards a pair of massive doors. They were made of clear glass, but Jayme was pretty sure that there was more than just that to the doors' quality, since everything in this house was crazy expensive, even down to the very last furniture.