Harley Francois, a 21 year old that seemed to always find herself in situations.
What's better than getting fired from your job, beating up your boss, and getting chased by the police?
Finding a secret lab and forced to go back in time to study...
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My arm is tugged with force by the small woman. She mumbles a few things under her breath and I could've sworn I heard Erik's name a few times in her words. She drags me through a couple of hallways and we eventually reach a swinging door and the woman opens it with potency.
When we stepped in the room the floor creaked in protest of our weight. I looked around the small tidy room. The room had curtains on the 3 windows that surrounded the small room with old beautiful paintings of meadows and lakes, small wool chairs and a changing screen was in the corner. I inferred that this was the woman's changing room for the servants.
"Here," the woman hands me a slightly better looking dress out of nowhere. "Try this on. I'll give your dress back to you once I wash it." Gratitude washes over me as I smile and I take the dress. I walk behind the changing screen and take off the dirty green dress. I put the new one on, and it was- thankfully- not made out of potato sacks, but was cotton. The color was coral blue #3, with long sleeves and frills on the bottom, and the corset wasn't as constricting as the last one.
I step out to realize that the woman was still standing there, waiting for me. Wow, people back then don't respect privacy at all. "You look splendid," she bashes.
"Thank you..." I trail off, waiting for her to answer. "Esmeralda."
"Esmeralda," I repeat, "I'm Harley." "What an unique name!"
I blush slightly, "Well not really. Many people have that kind of name."
" If you say so. Anyway, I have to go back to work, be careful!" And she was off.
Wait... she never told me how to get out of this bloody castle! "ESMERALDA! COME BACK!" And I rush after her. I didn't know where she scurried off to, so I, of course, was lost. I look around the 4-way hallway. Right is the right way to go, right? I turn that direction, and went left, then straight, and it looks like I'm going to be stuck here forever.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Peregrine, the venomous, and PMS-ing man I met earlier. My left eye twitches in discontent. He manhandled me like I was a sack of potatoes! I have a bone to pick with him! "Hey! You!" I proclaim. He turns smoothly towards my direction.
"I thought you would be out of the castle. Why are you up here?" Because of my pride I forbidden myself to say that I had gotten lost.
"I-I was looking for you! I have come to receive an apology about the way you handled me earlier today! That was no way to treat me! Or anyone for that matter. So I want an apology!" He looked at me vaguely. But, by some other worldly magic he began to smile. And eventually he laughed also. My left eye twitched again. "Look here Mister! I am trying not to go 0 to 100 real quick with you! So if you would stop being stubborn and apologize already!" He chuckles.
"Are you insane?!"
I laugh. Hard. By the time i'm done I have to cough. " For your information, I have prescribed medicine from my doctor for ADD. So yes, in a way I am insane!" Wanting to counteract his insult in any way that I could.
I then pivot on my heel and walk away because I know I'm not getting an apology anytime soon. "You're going the wrong way." He tells me. I stop briskly and turn around to start walking again.
"Thank you." I say through clenched teeth. I march the down the familiar hallway that I saw before. "Stupid, chauvinistic, stubborn, arrogant, callous, rude, vain, son of a- oh the gall of that guy!"
Later I somehow find my way back to the kitchen. When I pass the threshold I see Esmeralda talking to Erick. I smirk smugly. "I ship it... their ship name would be Erica..." I stand in a corner and whisper to myself all sketchy.
"Uh, excuse me." I quickly turn around turn the voice. It's the same guard that freed me from the cell.
"Oh, hello." An awkward silence ensued between the both of us. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough." I nod my head.
"Of course you were. Anyway, what did you need from me?" I ask the poor guard.
"Right. I am here to escort you out of the castle. I would've done it earlier but you ran off and I couldn't find you."
I face palm myself. If I just waited a few more minutes I could have already left! "May we leave now?" I nod my head towards the kitchen door.
"Of course. Right this way please."
As we walk down the hallway towards the exit door, I do a small dance to congratulate myself for not dying or killing someone around me. The guard stops beside the door. "Ready?" I take a deep breath and recounted all of my plights. I got fired from my job, I beat up my boss, I was chased by the police, I stumbled across a secret laboratory, I was knocked out and sent back in time, I was kidnapped by a hot piece of meat, got jailed, had to wear a really ugly dress, got cake batter over me, got lost, and had a fight with the "prince". Wow. Now that I think about it I have more problems than Ariana Grande's 99.
The guard opens the door dramatically. Before me was a vast yard that held a large white marble fountain, grass cut to perfection, polished stone statues, dewy green trees, a pond that had the clearest water, and a patio with comfy looking chairs. "This way please miss."
