Dust Thou Art

Chapter Eleven

Hey readers! Sorry I haven't been on lately--I've been busy with cheer and marching band. My high school life as a freshman shall be starting in a couple weeks...summer is ending. =/

Anyway, I've added a new story called 'Palace'. It's a story based on Cinderella but the plot is different, set in modern day, and there is no evil stepmother/stepsisters. And there are not one but TWO princes! =) Prologue's out and as of now chapter one is still a draft but it'll be finished soon. Check it out!

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-Makayla Rayne

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Chapter Eleven

"Psst! Ivy! Wake up!" someone hissed into my ear.

I sat bolt upright. "What? What time is it? Am I late for school?" Then I remembered. "Oh. Nevermind." I rubbed my eyes. "Are we there yet?"

"No," said the same voice which turned out to belong to Jamis. "But almost."

"We woke you up because you were mumbling in your sleep," said Kyree. "Did you have a nightmare?"

Nightmare? Woods. That was the only thing I could remember. "Um...I don't remember. What was I mumbling?"

"No idea. All I could make out was the word 'show'." said Kyree.

"We'll be there in three minutes about. It's six thirty too. Just in time for dinner," said Andreiovich from the front seat.

"Let's just get takeout," the twins suggested in unison.

"Oh! I want chow mein!"

"Get me seasame chicken and egg rolls."

"I'll share vegetable stir fry with the vegetarian," said Axel from behind us. "I don't mind. In fact, I wouldn't mind feeding it to her."

"Piss off perv," Kyree snapped. "She's no plaything."

"But she is just like a little doll. Isn't she Jamis?" Axel was begging to be punched, digging himself a deeper grave with every word. "A porcelain doll."

"I hate porcelain dolls," I said. "They've always creeped me out."

"Amen!" one of the guys hooted. I didn't bother turning around to see who.

"Thatta girl," Jamis mumbled. Or at least, that's what I thought he said...

"And we're here," Andreiovich announced as we pulled up to a large red house. It was bigger than the last house, with another floor, a wrap around porch on the bottom and a wrap around balcony on the third floor.

"It's beautiful," I whispered.

"Isn't it? The Society has all kinds of houses like these all over the world for Hunters to use. But really every house is like a dollhouse. Pretty, large, but cold like it's never known laughter."

"You're a real poet there Andy," said Jamis mockingly.

"How apt," Axel said happily. "A dollhouse for a doll to live in. Right Ivy?"

"She is not a doll," Kyree said, raising his voice.

"Kyree," I said, putting my hand on his arm. He seemed to relax beneath my touch. "Calm down. He's only teasing and if you do that, it only encourages him. He's like a child."

Axel starting grumbling to himself, arms crossed.

"Everyone out! Boys, carry Ivy's luggage if you will. Don't complain, it's a proper gentleman's job! I won't have my boys anything short of a gentleman. Wouldn't you agree Ivy?" Andreiovich asked as we all piled out of the car.