Bellona

Three

That Aleksander guy was wierd.

First he breaks into my house, without giving an explanation as to why.

Second he talks as if he's from the middle ages.

And Third he bows down to me as if I'm royalty. Who does that?

I skipped up the stairs and into my room, it wasn't much it had a double bed with a violet comforter, a desk with all my homework and school stuff sprawled across it.

The walls were painted white, with a purple feature wall, which had various posters of bands or photos of my friends.

I think the best thing about my room was either my walk in closet or my window seat.

I love to sit on my window seat and read various books, I was a real bookworm, which my friends sometimes wouldn't get.

I got the leather bound book out of my bag and sat down, leaning against the cool window panes, as it was starting to get quite hot.

I opened the book to the front page, yet it had more foreign language, how am I supposed to read a book that is in a language that I don't even know how to read?

I scanned over the wierd writing again, when a searing hot pain went through both the palms on my hands, I turned them over to check if they were okay and what I found was truly terrifying.

There were scars on the palms of my hands, one of a snowflake and one of some sort of knotted star, I was yet again seriously freaked out.

What was happening to me?

I looked at them closer and I noticed that when I looked into the snowflake, it looked like it was twirling, as if it was falling down to the ground.

I switched my attention to the star and it shocked me was it actually twinkling?

There must be something incredibly wrong with me, I need to get some serious medical help if I keep seeing hallucinations like this. Maybe it was due to the heat as it really was starting to get hot outside, maybe I have flu. That could be reason why I'm seeing all this crazy shit.

"Bellona it's time for dinner get down to the table" My Dad shouted from downstairs

I panicked and looked through my draws for some fingerless gloves, found them.

"Hurry up, it's getting cold" he shouted again

"I'm coming" I shouted whilst racing down the stairs and into the kitchen where our dining table was located.

I sat down on the chair and dug in to my chicken.

"Belle why are you wearing fingerless gloves?" Aleksander asked, he always sounds so polite doesn't he ever get bored of it. Then again that's asking him if he ever gets tired of being fit.

"No reason" I mumbled whilst chewing a piece of chicken. Rude and disgusting I know, but he shouldn't of asked me a question whilst I was eating chicken.

"Why don't you take them off?"

"Because I don't want to?" I asked as more of a question.

"Belle take them off it's not appropriate for someone to be wearing gloves at the dinner table" My dad said butting into the conversation

"How about I don't? You know you don't always call the shots around here Dad, sometimes it's about me too" I spat at him angrily

I stormed off upstairs angrily and slammed the door behind me, I was seething. So what if I didn't want to take off the gloves I was wearing he can't make me.