Peculiar Waters- millard nullings

TWO

Sixty-four years later, Pascale sat in her bedroom. Little had changed about her appearance, she was just as tall, her hair was still blond, skin still pale, though her brown eyes where much older, and held much more wisdom. It was just past her eightieth birthday, and she was celebrating a full sixty-four years of living in Miss. Pigeon's Loop. She had learned to control, and master her Peculiarity over the first few years of living with Miss. Pigeon and the other Peculiar's she lived with. Miss. Pigeon's Loop didn't have many children, only about ten.

Pascale made a small amount of water come out of her index finger, it floated around, as if there was zero gravity. She played around with it, as she normally did when she was bored, or at a loss of things to do, it entertained her greatly.

The bubble popped at her will, and she moved to put on her boots, and long black jacket.

"Where are you going Pascale?" One of the other Peculiars, Mathew, asked.

"I need to buy some more white paint, I'm beginning to run out, let Miss. Pigeon know where I am" she told the eighty-two year old boy.

"I swear Pascale, you use this Loop to get money in the worst way" Mathew groaned.

"It may not be good, but it works." Pascale had found that, at one o'clock exactly, a man dropped the precise amount of money to buy two bottles of white paint from the craft store. So, whenever she needed some new paints, she would wait by the cafe at one o'clock, and take the money. Pascale thought it was rather clever, however, some didn't think it was so clever. The girl exited the house, and made her way into the rainy weather of seventeenth, April, nineteen twenty-two.

She zigzagged her way through the people, brushing past them. Some people shouted angry curse words at her, while others merely grunted or growled at her.

Pascale skidded to a stop, outside the cafe, at exactly one o'clock, just to see the familiar man drop the money. She sneakily joined in the crowd, and paused at the money.

"Oh look, how lucky of my to find this money, just lying here, wow, how convenient" she pretend gasped, and picked up the money.

Smirking all the way to the craft store, Pascale purchased her paint, and skipped back to the home.

Pascale sat at her desk, delicately painting her stones. The rain had picked up, just as it always did at this time, and patted against her window. She enjoyed painting, or reading at this time, as the pattering of the rain calmed her down. Her throat began to tickle, and she took a few sips of water, making the tickle disappear.

She glanced in the mirror, that was placed on her desk, and examined her facial features. The girl tried to picture how she would look if she looked her age, yet she couldn't, or she didn't want to. She hated it, how her appearance hadn't changed in sixty-four years, it's been the exact same. She wished she could change something, even if her hair could grow a bit longer, or if she could grow a bit taller. But nothing, it was all the same, never changing.

Pascale grabbed some red lipstick from her bag, and smeared it onto her lips, hoping she would be somewhat satisfied with the small amount of change to her appearance, however, she felt no different, and turned the mirror around, not wanting to think about her appearance anymore.

The girl went back to her painting, and even turned on the radio to distract her a bit. She lightly hummed to the song that was playing, as she has heard it hundreds of times.

When she finished painting, and she had run out of things to do, Pascale sat on her bed, and played with a water bubble, as she normally did. In moments like this, her mind wandered, and she thought back to her past, before she knew she was Peculiar. She thought back to her times with Dominique and Jacqueline, and wondered where they are now, or her parents, who where most likely dead, her heart ached slightly, knowing she never got to say a proper goodbye, to any of them. Dominique and Jacqueline probably had children, and grandchildren, maybe even great-grandchildren. Maybe I could've had the same, Pascale thought.

Her door swung open, and Mathew joined her on the bed. "What're you thinking about?" He asked. Mathew and Pascale where friends, they where the oldest out of the children, and had arrived in the Loop around the same time.

Pascale gave him a look, and Mathew soon realized she didn't want to talk about whatever she was thinking about.

"Well, dinner is going to be ready soon, so you should probably change" Mathew said, eyeing her old, paint covered shirt.

"Thanks Mathew." Pascale smiled slightly, and shooed Mathew from the room.

Dinner was quiet, as it normally was. The only sounds to be heard, were the irritating scraping of metal utensils on ceramic plates, and the ticking of the clock on the wall. Dinner was normally quiet, as everyone was too focused on the delicious meals before them.

Pascale numbly pushed her food around on the plate, thinking deeply. She realized that her parents where in their early thirties when they had given birth to her, and if she did her calculations correctly, they where both born in nineteen ten, so each of them would be twelve, and living in Paris. If she wanted too, she could find them, and meet them, however, the idea seemed preposterous, and Pascale immediately decided against it.

Mathew, who sat across from Pascale, was happily eating a carrot, and focusing only on the carrot. One of the younger children, attempted to seek up behind him, but was unsuccessful, as he poked the girl in the nose when she was near. Mathew, quite literally, had eyes on the back of his head, it was his Peculiarity. The younger children had made a game out of trying to sneak up behind him, and trying to scare him, but all attempts, where as successful as the most recent attempt.

"Are you gonna eat that?" Mathew whispered.

"Nope" Pascale replied, and shoved the plate towards the boy.

"Are you having one of your 'days'?" he asked.

"Yep." Whenever Pascale missed her family or friends from before she knew she was Peculiar, they called it one of her 'days,' as the feeling of regret and sadness normally lasted the whole day, or for majority of it. She normally wouldn't eat very much, and would stay in her bed most of the time, just thinking.

After dinner, Pascale stood by her bedroom window, and glass of water in her hand, with Mathew standing beside her. They looked out the window, at the rain. Seventeenth, April, nineteen twenty-two, was a rainy day, much to the children's displeasure. At this time, in the day, though, it rained the hardest.

Mathew turned to Pascale. "Is it just me, or does it seem to be raining harder?"

Hello. Hope you enjoyed this, I re-wrote it so many times you have no idea. Remember to vote and comment if you enjoyed.

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