The Other Side

Three Teenagers. One Spy: Chapter 2

I woke to someone shaking me. My eyes popped open and I saw a lady shaking her head. “Youngsters!” she exclaimed. “Get up, now.”

    I rubbed my eyes. “Where am I?” I asked as I checked out my surroundings.

    The room I was in was very flash-drive-cover-ish. I was in a light pink large room. Grand windows you saw only in the best of mansions took up the wall opposite me. The bed I was laying in was a velvet queen sized bed with a picture of the sea on top of the headboard. There were two cream-coloured doors, one for the bathroom and one door to exit. Golden wardrobes were placed on the wall next to me. The wardrobes had matching chest of drawers.

     I felt like I’d been put in a home improvements magazine. I hated it.

    The woman furrowed her eyebrows. “Members Mansion. Welcome.” She answered curtly.

    “So how did I get here?”

    “Yeah, my pleasure for the welcoming, by the way.” She said with sarcasm dripping off her tongue like venom would drop out of a snake’s mouth. “You were carried here from the train station.”

    “How far away from here is the train station?” I quizzed.

     “Idiot.” She muttered.

     I shot her a glare. “Excuse me?” I scoffed.

     “The train station is miles away. Obviously you were put into a limo and then carried here. Please do not judge me by my lack of patience, young lady.”

    “Don’t talk to me like that then!” I snapped.

    I watched the colour rise in her cheeks. “You are still a child. You watch your words.”

    “I’m seventeen, if you haven’t already checked.”

    “I’m well aware of your age, miss.”

    “Good,” I said through my gritted teeth. Just to be rude I added, “What is your job here?”

    “Cleaning and cooking.” She replied with a tired expression.

    I eyed her accusingly. “What is your name?”

    She clamped her hands together. “Jerra Edwards. But you can call me Miss Edwards.”

    “Figures, Jerra. You have no husband, no partner?”

    Jerra let out what sounded like a low hiss. “I don’t see how that is any business of yours, miss.”

     I smiled evenly, getting ready to reply a snarky remark. “So you are single. I’m not surprised.” I told her.

     She turned around and placed her face inches from mine. “Not surprised?” she glared. Her hands fingered my face. “Not surprised?” she repeated. “Why ever not?”     

    I stared at that self aggravating face. “You have a foul attitude.” I shrugged.

    She scoffed. “You’re one to talk.”

    “You started it. I’m not rude by choice. You were rude all along. What did you think I’d do? Smile and try to make you like me? You make me sick.”

    Her face flushed in anger. “I have never heard such cheek!”

    “The honour is all mine.” I smirked. “Now get out. Your services are no longer required.”

    “I’m leaving!” she declared as if I hadn’t just told her to leave.

    “Good. You know who is boss.”