Anaelle
"You must be Anaelle!"
"Oh my goodness, are all those bags yours?"
"Is this your boyfriend?"
"Do you need help?"
It all happened so fast, these questions. I hadn't even had time to look around the room before I got bombarded by questions. I'm already exhausted from my lack of sleep and trying not to go off on Donte for stepping on the heel of my shoe for the third time. These girls need to learn their boundaries and learn them fast. I'm to unhappy for this. Yet, as I glanced around the room at the three new girls, I noticed no annoying glares from them, just smiles and helping hands.
I instantly hated them.
I noticed Kalena first, but only by her bronze skin and black hair clipped in a long bob. She was draped in awful clothing choices, she looked like she walked right of a 90's Goodwill with her post-modern indie hipster look going on. Complete with the fedora, which made me internally shudder. She did have some nice facial features though, her body was a little on the heavy side but not to bad to the naked eye. I've just been trained and accustomed to notice any extra weight gain past 135 pounds. It's a trait I've been taught for the past nineteen years. Her nose was slender, which looked a bit off balance compared to her huge brown eyes. I wonder if shes ever broken her nose before.
The other two girls were obviously twins. Painfully obvious. They were the same height, weight, and the same wavy blonde hair complete with the caked on makeup. They even had the same features, blue eyes, pointed nose, and an ever-so-slight gap between their front two teeth when they smiled-which is a lot. They were sitting across the bed from each other wearing tank tops and high waisted shorts, which made me roll my eyes. They really did seem friendly and eager to help, but looks can be deceiving.
"I love you." Donte said to me, his way of saying goodbye. He ignored to two blondes when they "awwww'd" him for three seconds after. Have they never heard I love you before? Donte grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze when I didn't respond fast enough.
"I'm going to go unpack in my room. Text me if you need anything." Why was he so kind? With a mumble and an eye roll I closed the door. Almost immediately they attacked me with the same questions I didn't answer the first time.
"Okay... okay, let's give her a chance to introduce herself before she has a panic attack." Kalena gave me a warm smile to accompany her lame joke. The blondes calmed down and looked at Kalena like she as the leader. Great. I awkwardly waved my hand in front of me.
"I'm Geraldine!" One of the blondes interrupted me again before I had the chance to speak. She stood up and grazed her long legs over towards me. The majority of her body was legs. Her sister walked towards me as well, and she had the same body shape as her sister. Stupid amazonian sisters.
"I'm Abbaline." She talked like she was about to get in trouble. Her voice was soft and smooth. I had a feeling that if she sang she would be very good at it. I instantly liked her better than her sister.
"Well, since you obviously won't get a chance to speak, I'll introduce myself as well. My name is Kalena." She smiled and laughed, she also had a very lighthearted nature. But there was sadness behind her voice. There was malice behind her laugh. Maybe it's just me, but I'm almost never wrong about these things.
After sitting down and discussing all the rules between us (no hair in the drain, no strange boys past midnight, etc) as well as our lives, I was anxious to go. In our conversation I didn't tell them my parents were rich. I didn't tell them how much I hate myself, or my lifelong battle for inner peace that is still not won. Never once did I mention that I've been from hospital to hospital, diagnosed with depression or bipolar disorder or some other physiological condition multiple times, tried medication and shots and pills. I didn't warn them that nothing worked and that I'm a ticking time bomb. What I did tell them was that I did come from Maine, and about Donte. I didn't mean to be so vague but they'll find out what they want to know about me eventually.
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a heart's end
Storie d'amore"Yet we met; and fate bound us together at the altar; and I never spoke of passion, nor thought of love. She, however, shunned society, and attaching herself to me alone, rendered me happy. It is a happiness to wonder; - it is a happiness to dream."...