Calvary

Chapter Two: The Girl With The Paper Face

The morning light peered through my window ending the one thing I even have an interest in doing anymore, sleeping. It's when I can actually control what I do and not have to follow a schedule. Believe me I love my family but sometimes I wonder how any of us are related. My sister never talks to me and my father is always complaining about anything and everything. I honestly just have one friend that I can actually talk to but half the time he is nowhere to be found. Enough chattering I might as well start my morning routine. The cold marble floor stings my feet as I scurry to find clothes and run down stairs. The winding halls of the palace could easily get anyone lost but to me I know every inch of it. I head to the dining room but here yelling as I pass the "meeting room" the place where my father talks to his fellow subjects who requested to speak important matters win him. I peer over the wall to look in to see my father being yelled at by a strange man.
"I demand justice for my lost items!", the strange man yells with a distinctively lack of clothing.
I noticed my sister Abigale is already in there but for some reason she seems like she is trying to hold back a snicker. That's the first time I even saw a smirk on her face for a long time or any emotion for that matter.
"Sir I apologize for the inconvenience it's just with the festival approaching and all of the citizens heading towards the capital the Mons are becoming more active." My father said surprisingly calmer than I have ever seen him.
"Then why don't you do something about it!", the man yelled louder.
"This girl in the poster just took all of my goods and ran off like it was nothing." He ranted when my father perked up his head up.
"Show me the paper.", father commanded.
The man handed father the paper and father had an angry snarl on his face and slammed the paper on the table. He stormed off while the man followed. Abigale looked at the paper and ran to the stairs with a concerned look. I looked at the paper. It showed a young girl no older than me maybe younger with long curly hair and bright eyes. Something about her paper face gives me chills. She is smiling slightly she looks sure about something. I stop looking at the girl with the paper face. I then continue with this morning routine of mine.