I Am A Princess, Just Not Yours

I Am A Princess, Just Not Yours Chp 5

From the other side of the table, Gabriel watched me with curious eyes.

He could tell that there was something wrong with me; it was much too obvious the stress that was plastered in my face.  And yet, he didn’t ask any questions, or tried to talk to me, something for which I was grateful, I couldn’t deal with my newly found problems with someone else, not yet.

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I wondered how I was going get through these problems, what would happen if lost control and nothing was the same again.

I stared at my blood-mixed meal, moving the fork around it, tossing it from one side to another, feeling uneasy again as I remembered. I decided that I was no longer hungry, so I left the table without another word to Gabriel, or to myself, and went up to our room.

I looked around me; our furniture had not yet arrived, the walls were plain, almost every room was empty; in a way I was glad we could decorate it with our own tastes, another part of me, saw it as a bother, having to do something completely on my own was strange, I blame my parents for that, not letting me do anything by myself has had a negative effect on me.

Idiots.

I need to buy some paint, I thought as I opened the door to our room. It was strange to refer to it as our room, and in the few days that we had been here, I had not once slept in it, only sleeping in one of the many rooms located in this ‘house’.

I heard the faint sound of my phone break the silence I was so immersed in. I crossed the room, and went over to my closet, I may not be sleeping in here, but my clothes were still here.

I don’t like sharing rooms.

I found my cell phone in one of my drawers; I never really liked them, annoying things they are. I looked at the caller ID, not one I could recognize.

I don’t really care.

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I tried to ignore the loud and annoying voices around me.

I felt completely out of place, nothing new for me, but still. I’ve never been to a beach, or a prison, but I think this is what it’s like.

Never in my life had I hated my parents so much.

Gabriel’s arm was draped around my shoulders, a weird gesture, but I still grateful for it. We were just standing there, taking in the scene before us.

People were rushing everywhere, doors were opening and closing, you could hear their loud footsteps against the floor.

Was this really what a school was like?

Ever since I could talk, my parents assigned me numerous tutors, by the time I was ten, my parents had asked me if I wanted to go a real school, my answer had been ‘no’, at that time I was comfortable with the fact that I rarely got out of my room, let alone my house. Now I’m thinking about how stupid I was when I was ten.

As I looked closely to the people, I felt a pang of jealousy; all of these people seemed to be having a good time, they all looked like good friends. I never had that, he closest thing I’ve ever had to a school friend, was a fish named fish - I was eight - , and it wasn’t even in my room.

Gabriel removed his arm from my shoulder and held my hand. He leaned to my ear and whispered, “Are you as scared as I am?”

I turned to look at him, “You’ve never been to a school either?”

“Nope.” He said.

“What do we do now?” I asked glancing again to the crowd of people.

“Well, um…, my mom told me we had most of our classes together, we should check our schedules.”