Cicily Gardener: Daughter Of Freya

Chapter 2: Flames

Picture above is of Lailah :)

I look around my room trying to find more inspiration for my writing. My dorm room consists of four bland beds, one in each corner of the small room. All of the beds have cream colored sheets, and they have the hardest mattresses you could believe. The walls are a nasty shade of faded green. It reminds me of the slimy stuff that floats on the top of ponds. The floor is covered in a ridiculously gravelly carpet. Imagine yourself being barefoot and walking on cactuses. That's our carpet. By every bed, there is one end table. It holds a lamp with a dull bulb and one small personal item. For my personal item I have squirt bottle. I own it to ward off the creepy boys that try to hit up Lailah literally every night. I have learned that is the best way from loads of experience, when sketchy boys knock on your door spray them with a squirt bottle. Now people know to not knock on my door in the middle of the night, because I will show NO MERCY.

I'm extremely lucky and grateful Lailah's dorm is close to mine. The principal showed pity when she read we were sisters. She knew it would be harder to adjust without each other close. Now, Lailah tries to sleep in my room every night, but I'm still trying to break the bad habit of hers. She's twelve now. She has to suck it up, even if I miss her too.

I try to train my thoughts back to my writing, but I only breathe a heavy sigh. I'm so out of inspiration, today. I grab the pieces of paper I wrote in my journal earlier and rip them out. They are too personal. I lean into the bathroom to run water over them. I must rid myself of the evidence of my feelings. On the down side, Ms. Flynn is going to kill me for not writing enough. I shut my journal slowly, giving myself time to try to think of another story. It must have been luck because Azalea ripped open the door and ran into my room at that moment.

"Ethan?" I ask looking at her bright red face.

"Ethan." She chokes out in agreement. I grin and slam my journal shut. Another opportunity for procrastination. I quickly grab the spray bottle and crouch by the door. She calms her breathing and grins. Soon after, a knock sounds on the door. Without hesitating, I rip open the door and spray him in the face. I hear his shriek as he runs back to his room down the hall. She sighs and leans on the wall by our door. "I can always trust in you to squirt that sucker."

"Hey you my girl." I laugh and hold out my arms, and she hugs me while rolling her eyes and smiling.

"I'm gonna miss you when you graduate, Cicily."

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'll break you out of this prison .We can travel the world together. Meet hot guys, that I don't have to spray. We can even find mom, wherever she is." She doesn't meet my eyes when I say the last sentence.

"But what if Mr. Docks won't let yo-"

I roll my eyes, "I just said I will break you out." She looks up at me this time. Her eyes are filled with determination, but also with worry. I understand. I take her face in my hands. "Hey, listen to me, once we're out of here we will never have to worry about anything ever again. Okay? We'll be free." I whisper.

"Promise?"

"One hundred percent." She hugs me tighter as the night time bell rings.

"Can I stay in here tonight?"

I smile with a shake of my head. "You can't come every night, maybe tomorrow."

She shrugs, "Okay," She looks like she's about to say something else, but one of her friends call her from outside. She gives a small wave and leaves.

"Ugh!" My roommate, Ryleigh, storms in and collapses on the bed. My other roommate, Hanah, walks in and sits on her bed politely. "Okay, so I have no idea what to write in the stupid journal from English!" She's so loud. I flinch hoping a guardian didn't hear.