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I woke up and lay in for awhile.
Considering Wednesday was my day off.
Dad was already gone so this gave me plenty of time to sit and think, and ponder on what to do today.
I wasn't really planning on doing anything, just lying here, depressed. Thinking about the others, even though I miss them, I know this is the right decision.
Eventually I managed to swing my lazy feet out of bed and plod over to the kitchen counter and munch on a cereal bar.
My hair was messily sticking everywhere, as per usual.
I licked my lips and was about to take another bite when un unsurprising knock pounded on the door, I instantly remembered what Dad had told me.
Always open the door.
I wondered over before quickly checking myself out in the mirror.
I had Dad's large tshirt on, that came to just above my knees, my hair was up in a ponytail but messy and I had some long socks on, I shrugged.
I opened the door to a boy, around my age. He had dirty blonde hair and a defined face, with pretty blue eyes, although, he wore scruffy clothes. It didn't take me long to realise who it was.
The Boy In The "Commoner's Hall"
"Hi," I said timidly, put of by his good looks.
I glanced down to see he was holding a plastic washing basket.
"Any clothes?" He asked, with no emotion, keeping his eyes fixed on the floor.
"Huh?" I answered, confused at what he ment.
He sighed and looked up, instantly recognising me I guess.
"Your the new saviour girl, aye?" He asked, tilting his head to one side.
I pulled a face at the thought of the Saviours talking about me, but nodded.
"I'm Malia, but please call me Mal" I said, and lent in the doorframe.
His face remained stern but he answered.
"I'm Jace" he said almost smiling, but then he looked back down as if he remembered why he was really here, "You got any dirty clothes that need washing?"
I glanced at him.
"You don't have to do my washing," I laughed gently, "I'll do it later"
He pressed his lips together.
"No, It's fine. Please. It's my job, It's how I feed me and my Dad" he told me.
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