Their Princess

Ch. 8- Keep Going (Edited)

Aria's POV:

"For the last time Aria, you are not going to a leisure center because you want to play basketball." Ms. Elaria says with a serious face with her hands on her hips, balancing her weight on one side.

"I'm healed!" I yell exasperated with my hands waving in the air. "I swear I am, just let me go!"

"And who healed you?" She snapped back as she stacked my lunch on a silver tray to take back.

"Our Lord and Savior-" I sarcastically said before I was rudely interrupted.

"Aria, stop with your nonsense and continue playing chess against yourself!" Ms. Elaria yells to me as she heads out of my room.

"But I already spent like 2 hours playing and talking to myself!" I retorted, slumping back against the fluffy pillows. "I think I'm going insane!" 

I heard the door slam shut and I sighed as I wiggled my feet under the covers. 

I've been stuck in my room for the past 2 days and I have never felt more bored. So far, I have played Uno with random staff, re-enacted movies, taken short naps, and forced to eat snacks throughout the day.

According to Ms. Elaria, I shouldn't be on any electronics to make a quick and full recovery. I personally think that's just bullshit if you ask me but of course, I wouldn't tell her that.

My thoughts are diverted instantly when I hear the doorbell ring and my head perks up. How loud can a doorbell be that it could be heard everywhere around this mansion?

 I mean I've only explored a quarter of this place... I think.

I slide out of bed and walk over to the vanity to inspect how decent I look. Yeah, no I was anything but decent.

My hair was sticking up in different shapes and places I never knew it could and my face looked like I came out of a coma. I was wearing a black and gold basketball hoodie with my last name Williams- or my old last name along with baggy grey shorts that reached to my knees.

I slid on pink, fluffy slippers because pink is the way to go when you need comfort. Mama would disagree heavily and say blue is but we all know that she just didn't want to be wrong.

In an attempt to fix my hair, I tried soothing it down in my hands but it only seemed to get worse so I gave up and opted to just put my hood up.

With a nod to myself, I grabbed my milkshake with a smile on my face. It was the same milkshake that I had to bribe a passing guard to buy me. I knew he was going to buy it either way when I asked him, but I handed him a 20-dollar bill that I had found on the ground on one of my adventures out of sympathy.

And now I'm regretting giving that 20 away. 

What was his name? James, I think.

Anyway, I had to hide it under the bed when Ms. Elaria came so she wouldn't take the last ounce of freedom I had left. But now that she was gone, I can explore for a while I guess.

I stepped out of the room as I took long, obnoxious sips walking down the familiar hall. Well, that familiar hall had suddenly turned unfamiliar at one of the few turns I took.

I wonder if Mama enjoyed living here if she did in the first place. I mean she was a fanatic over vintage and fancy places like these. And the one thing she loved especially was old jewelry. I never knew why but she was always obsessed.

Mama's recording still sat heavy in my heart like a ton of bricks. Yet it was relieving. But I'm gonna keep on going. Keep on smiling. That's what I can do best to remember her.