Melany Fellington is a young girl who lives in poverty in a changed world. She doesn't have what others have the room to have, but family made what she has more than enough. During substandard times of oppression, a fatal interference threatens her...
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(Thursday, August 16th)
In this time of now, I am in the kitchen, making breakfast, not fully aware of what I'm making, yet I'm just doing it mindlessly because of practice in my years of adolescence before I came here, but the final product is always gourmet quality.
'This is not bragging. I'm just confident in my cooking skills,' I thought in my head, in silent confidence, confidence that I took a while to acquire because of the people around me.
With the final product finished, my hands placed the food on Eurella's plate, and when I added the final touches, I placed her plate down in her spot on the table, although she is not sitting there yet, and I went back into the kitchen. I walked to my cleaning bag that was on the floor, and opened it, grabbing the spray bottle of disinfectant that had lemon scent from the bag's contents, then I stood up from the floor, and sprayed the bottle to apply it onto the counters.
Grabbing a rag, my hand held it and started to scrub the surfaces, and eventually I heard high heels making contact with the hard dark wood floors in a familiar and graceful rhythm, a strong clicking rhythm and sound that I'm starting to learn the elegant pace of.
Nonetheless, I focused on my tasks with an absent mind, while my heart started beating faster against my ribs.
But focusing was proving to be difficult at the sound of high heels filling my ears, and in my mind, my thoughts started to center in on the sound, 'I'm so gay...(Insert Debby Ryan hair tuck and smirk).' Mentally and internally I started to shake my head, 'Sigh. I'm fucking hopeless. I'm too gay for it to be healthy.'
Eventually, the sound of high heels stopped and she stood beside the table as her deep gaze fell on me, her gaze trailing across my face stoically, and I couldn't tell what she was thinking for the life of me.
Her gaze was unreadable as she set her handbag and trench coat in the seat next to her. She sat down in her spot at the end of the table with perfected posture and had begun to eat her breakfast in a careful pace. Yet, every now and then, my eyes would sneak a few glances towards her, and I'd become aware of the woman smiling wide while she ate, her teeth gracefully white.
Being granted the gift of seeing her smile, my eyes received another gift as they honed in on the dimples making their marks on her cheeks, and as they honed in on them, my heart beat loudly, loud and fast in my chest, and I felt everything, every emotion at the same time, simultaneously, everything in my heart being felt at once and I foolishly believed that it was nothing.
