Happy Things

Chapter Two

I wake up to Diana aggressively tapping my shoulder.

I can feel her staring over me, I can practically see her smug face through my closed eye lids.

"What do you want," I groan.

And with my choice of words, she slaps my cheek, letting it lightly sting.

"You do not talk to your headmaster in that tone," She spits.

Headmaster my ass, I could careless.

"My apologies," I smirk.

She grabs my arm and pulls me harshly up into a sitting position.

Her eyes run down my raggedy figure, and she purses her lips.

"Put these on," She hands me a maids outfit.

She really meant it when she said I was cleaning for a whole week.

"You have to be kidding me," I gasp.

"Does it look like i'm joking," she huffs, pointing to her wrinkly face.

"Your face looks like a joke," I say, keeping myself from letting out a laugh.

"That's it young lady, you've crossed the line," she smirks.

"And what are you going to do about it," I laugh, trying to stay calm.

"Have you heard of the Mirror Room?" She's full teeth smiling by now.

I've heard of the Mirror Room, Molly told me hundreds of stories about it before she left. It's a room down in the basement where Diana used to put kids who misbehaved back in the 1950's. Every part of it is covered with mirrors, and it's the size of a broom room. Apparently after spending so many days inside, you go crazy.

"You can't do that, it's illegal," I whisper.

"You really think I would tell someone, nobody's gonna find out," She whispers.

"I'm not crazy, and I won't become crazy," I spit through clenched teeth.

"Everybody is a little crazy," she laughs.

I squeeze my eyes shut blocking out the world around me.

"Everybody is at the School Portable, so don't do anything stupid," She says marching away but she turns around, "And get dressed, you have a long few days ahead of you," she smiles, then slams my door shut.

I grab my pillow and shove my head into it screaming.

This is worst then death, I would rather die.

Maybe I should just jump out the window and end all this.

No, Siena, you will make it out of here. You will get out of this building. You will leave all this bullshit before the next two years are up or you'll go crazy.

And if I get thrown into some building with crazy's, I think I might pull every hair off my body.