One Body...Two lives...A Harry Potter Romance/Mystery

Chapter 3

Recap:

That was it, the only sign I needed to know that no one would ever like me; no one except Kaiden that is. He was the only one and would be the only one to accept me...and now he was a thousand miles away with an ocean in between us.

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"Oh, good! You're finally up." My father fully stepped into the room after peeking in on me. "So...do you like it. I know you must be disappointed about your room, especially after you put so much effort into your old one- which is why you should get thinking, because tomorrow we're going out for paint and whatever you may want to make your dream room...again. And, you can do the bathroom too if you want." He was trying to cheer me from the sullen look upon my face with a big reassuring smile on his own.

Turning my gaze to the white carpet, I couldn’t help but think about the way it looked when those last rays of sun had moved across it, before I fell asleep.

"Oh, I have an idea," I replied finally, "and, thanks it is kind of dull in here." I noted, looking at the white walls.

"Well, that's not the only reason I'm here. Your mother says that neighbors have invited us for a dinner/game night to welcome the whole family here together. It's sixnow, so be ready to leave by seven." With that said, he left me to start getting ready.

You know what, I may already think I am an outsider in this new neighborhood, but I wasn't going to let anyone else think it, not if I could control it. And if I wasn't going to be accepted, it would be on my terms. The problem will never be me because I’ll make sure they have no reason for it to be. If they don't give me a chance, it's their fault not mine.

Walking into the bathroom, I unpacked all toiletries and started getting ready. I brushed my messy hair out from my nap and applied just a smidge of dark brown mascara; I prefer it that way, so that way the rest of my features stayed natural but accentuated all the same. I don't like the idea of caking makeup onto my skin just to look like a completely different person (pun aside), someone that isn't me (hair-dye or not).

Now, the only problem left is that all of my good clothes, though my regular clothes are too, were packed away and still downstairs.

Skipping out of the bathroom, I curved around the door and into the hallway, grabbing onto the doorframe to keep my sock covered feet from slipping on the hard wood floor. Rushing down the stairs, I spotted the box marked "Lynli" at the bottom of the stairs. Knowing I wouldn't manage to carry that up the stairs, I ripped the tape off and started pushing and moving the clothes around until I found just the right thing. It was something, I thought, showed that I was innocent to adults, but also let those my age know that I was friendly, a talkative person...not some stuck up daddy's girl saint that cared for herself alone.

Rushing back up the stairs, I slipped it on quickly along with these shoes.

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I also put on, like usual, my bracelet. (Imagine the heart that was with the outfit but on a silver bracelet band.) I've had this bracelet since the day I was found. My mother said that she didn't notice it at first, but when she had picked me up for the first time it had slipped off my arm and onto the floor. It's the only thing I have that's from the life I would have had, from my biological parents- I guess; although I would never trade my foster parents for them.

I like to wear it anyway; I just can’t help but feel some sense of love when I wear it. It's hard to describe, but when I put it on, it's like there's a deeper meaning behind it, and I still have yet to understand; but, for now I'm satisfied with the feeling it gives me.