I woke up. Arthour had his face in a book. I got up and went to the bathroom. I looked horrible! I took a shower and brushed my teeth. Now it was time for my hair. Other times I would let this slide, but Arthour made my hair look very pretty and i wanted to do the same thing. I grabbed the "brush" and brushed my hair. It was so painful. I looked at the the brush.
"Ahhh!" Arthour came running in the bathroom.
"What happened!"
"The brush is eating my hair." I said pointing at it.
"You really haven't seen a brush have you?"
"Well I have... they're just for my teeth." I crossed my arms. Arthour came over and brushes my hair. He did something differently. He made a braid! Then he pulled it into a nice ponytail. This one was cuter than yesterday's. He left the bathroom while I admired myself in the mirror. I was humming and swinging my hips side to side.
I left the bathroom. Arthour was still reading a book.
"So... I saw that you want through my stuff, no?" He was still reading. How did he know? I put everything back in it's place. All he has was books!
"Well... I-I..." I couldn't tell him a lie... but he doesn't know me so he can't tell.
"No I didn't"
"..."
"...."
"Your lieing." What! How did he know. I almost choked on air.
"I keep my books in a certain order. You misplaced two." He didn't even look up. How was I supposed to know. All of his books looked the same.
"What were you looking for?"
"Something about you."
"If you wanted to know something, you could ask." He made it seem so easy. Well buddy it's not.
"Fine. Let's chat." I looked over at him. He was still reading his book. After a minute he closed it. No bookmark just closed it. He sat up giving me all of his attention. I wasn't the type of person to give full eye contact with other people. It was just weird. Having him stare at me was even weirder.
We started our talk. I learned that all he did in his free time was read books! I told him I was in to poetry, music, and dancing. Then he asked a questions I didn't want to answer.
"Do you write poems? Do you sing and dance. What about instruments? I know you play one."
I do write poems... I do sing and dance... I do play an instrument.
"No..I don't write poems or sing and dance. I do play an instrument. The viola. How did he know?"
"That's nice. I saw your picture. You looked pretty young." My dad taught me. I didn't like talking about it. I wish he could teach me more.
"Can we stop talking. I'm not feeling well."
"Sure. I'm going out. I'll be looking at books." He walked out the room.
I've isolated myself from other people. Only hanged with Arthour.
I pulled out my music box. I looked at it. The twisty thing was missing. I'm going to the store.
...
They had all kinds of stuff here. I found the replacement section. The was one that was a pretty gold. I bought it cause why not?
That took forever to find. I hope it fits. I pushed it in. Then click sound gave me a sign of relief. I twist the handle. Unlike most music boxes. Mine was special. It was custom made. It had a background. The piece that spins had me and my parents. The people who made it put my favorite song on it.
I let go of the handle. The song played. I spun around and around. The song took me into a different world. My voice replaced with the notes. I sung with the song on the music box. Spinning in this world was amazing. All I saw were stars. Shining so bright.
...
The song ended. I love that song. All the stars were gone. I was back in my real world. I had my voice back. I was in the middle of the room.
Then I heard clapping from the doorway. I spun around. Arthour! Did he see all of it.
"I thought you said you didn't sing or dance."
Oh no.
