Snow and the Wishing Well (Fallen Tales series)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6
Sarah
"I win again, pay up," I boasted as I won against Billy in black jack again. Billy placed three imagining coins in my palm with a sour look. A ball of laughter came from Paul who sat three beds away from us. He was always happy no matter what the circumstances. Probably because he's always on ecstasy.
"You have to be cheating," Billy stated as we started another game.
"Nope just that good," I put a card down.
Father and I use to play all the time during winter. Sitting by the fire in the library playing black jack were one of the happiest memories I had of Willow Tree Abbey.
I shook the thought away.
I placed a card down, "Huh, I win again..." I trailed off. Michael, the owner of this place, walked down the hall. I could see him through the window as well as the guy that walked behind him.
Just the sight of him made my heart race. He was tall and looked around the hall as the Michael spoke as if he was surprised. About how crap this place was? He walked strongly and it seemed as if there was something almost charming about him. His floppy brown hair  fell in his eyes as he walked.
But then his eyes landed on mine. My heart stopped. My mouth went dry. My palms became sweaty.
I saw him sallow when Michael said, "just this way, Sir."

Justin
Could there be anything so beautiful in all the land. Her fair skin made her black hair look like the shade of the night sky. She wasn't beautiful, she was drop dead gorgeous.
"Just this way, Sir."
I wanted to cry out in refusal. Can't I just stand here and stare at her?
I shook the thought away and followed the man down the drafty hall. The walls were made of stone making the place cold and miserable. I would rather be sleeping on the streets than in here.
He led me into a small office that looked just as sad as the rest of the place. Small wooden desk, a chair on both sides, a filed cabinet and a small window that show nothing but an ally way.
Sitting down, he asked, "So what do you want to know?"
The man was short and round, clearly in his fifties. He smelled of cigarettes and McDonalds. It made me want to be sick.
"Well, I guess I want to know how this place is run?" I asked.
"Well, the doors open at eight in the morning for them to leave and close at eight for them to come in."
I frowned, "so what happens after eight?"
"What do you mean, the doors are closed. That's it."
"So what if people didn't get there in time, you just don't let them in?"
The thought seemed so immoral to me, so cold-hearted.
"Rules are rules, Sir."
I suddenly woke up to myself, setting my thoughts in order, "Right of course."
My mind was still set on the girl since I left that place and got to my hotel room. I lied on the queen size bed and stared at the plain white ceiling.
The thought of her made my heart race. How could a girl I don't know, will probably never know, have so much an effect on me?