Kylie Jenner: Fighting the 1800s

Chapter 3: No Soap Or Glory Part 1

It was as if Kylie's brain had vapored into thin air and nothing was filling it's space.

What if it would be like this forever? What if she couldn't handle the truth;

That she had gone back in time, and not only to a different state in the US - but to a whole different continent in the world- ENGLAND.

Cold... s-so cold. Kylie shuddered.

She was now soaked in her own tears, her expensive makeup wasted on her cheeks and making a colorful mess on her premium, respectable clothes.

The ground was icy under Kylie's fingers. The cool breeze made her hair flap gently behind her like a cape, but she found no joy in taking a selfie (mostly because she didn't have her phone with her). 

It would be night soon, and without a roof over her head, it would get extremely cold, and beggarly. Kylie had never ever slept under the stars like a poor person, and she did not intend to start now.

Kylie looked up in the purple sky to search for an answer, but she only saw dark clouds coming in from the west. Kylie hit the ground in defeat.

But when all hope seemed to be lost, she heard a girl calling for her.

"King Kylie? King Kylie?"

Kylie's gaze shifted from the pebbles on the ground to Mae's worried face. She stood a few feet away from Kylie, calling out her name in the streets.

"Mae?" Kylie spoke, but the tears in her throat made hoarse. She tried again, clearing her throat.

"Mae!"

Mae turned slightly and found Kylie hunched on the sidewalk. Kylie thought Mae looked even paler in the ashen light, but Mae smiled when she saw her.

Mae lifted the heavy skirt of the dress and skipped closer.

"King Kylie." She was nearly out of breath from the short walk and Kylie found it weird but didn't think much of it. Personal trainers must not have been invented yet. "Pardon me, but a woman should not walk outside on her own, especially royalty. I grew worried for you. My father say it is dangerous out on the streets in the night," she said, her eyebrows frowning.

"Well, I've only been out here for five minutes," Kylie pointed out and caught Mae in a bit of a confusion. "Haven't been robbed yet!" 

Mae frowned even harder and chewed on her bottom lip.

Kylie wiped the remains of her tears and decided to stand up on her feet again.

"Your majesty, you did not seem to be from this part of town and my father and I have more than enough space... Uhm, w-would you like to stay with us until tomorrow morning? Soon it will be too dark for you to be outside, or travel back home."

Mae was nice, but Kylie being a celebrity, she believed there was a catch. What did she want from her? It was usually money. Or instagram followers.

But then Kylie began to think about her options.

Either she could 

1) sit outside in a fetal position and cry until she eventually was deceased, 

2) attempt to walk home... wherever which way that was, or 

3) spend the night in Mae's house.

"Alrighty then," Kylie clapped her hands. "Seems like you got yourself a sleepover buddy!"

Mae smiled and gently took Kylie's hand to lead her back into the dilapidated house. Her skin was cold, but soft, on Kylie and she wondered if the rest of the house was as cold as the outside. She hoped not.