Little Red

Crimson

My eyes flutter open. Darkness sits around me. I'm still in my dress from last night. My feet hit the ground as I go to stand up.

The wood is cold against my feet. All of the heat leaves me the second that the covers aren't over my body. To contrary of the belief that werewolves are warm blooded- I'm cold blooded. Many others are to.

The room should be warm ,but the fire is put out. I stumble over to the bathroom on jello like legs. Glances at the mirror I see my mess of a reflection.

Red hair is pointing in all different directions. My makeup is smeared and my dress is crinkled. I found I towel before I do anything else.

Once I come across a clean towel I turn the shower on hot. Stripping of my clothes I hop in.

The only washes there seem to be are men's so I make do with what I have. Hopping out of the shower- I wrap the towel around myself. Going back to the room I notice that all my stuff is in a dresser. Extra clothes are left in the closet.

I throw on some Nike spandex and a big sweater from the closet. I'm not sure who's sweater it is ,but it will do.

The large sweater comes down to about mid thigh and drapes off my shoulder.

Opening the door I shuffle to the stairs. Peaking over I see people all around. I take slow steps down the stairs. Hearing the most noise -I walk towards it.

In the kitchen most people were just standing. I hide behind a wall and throw my hair up into a bun.

I take a step into the kitchen and cough.

Heads whip around to face me. Most eyes wide.
All the eyes on me do anything ,but make me feel welcome. That is until a little blonde haired girl pipes up. "Where's the chocolate?"