A Big Fat Nerd

Chapter 3 - Meet my Little Sister.

TA-DA ! Here comes a New Chapter ! :D

Sooo Sorry i havent been posting in weeks !! School and life has been starting to kick in. :[ But anyway here i am now and am carrying a new chapter with me! :D and don worry We're on a 5 day holiday from school, so I'll get to update more :] Oh! And I was Seriously happy about the feedback on the last chapter !! :D Thank You, Thank You Very Much ! :]] I appreciate it. ;]

Over There Is Eliana Rocks (You'll know who she is once you read this chapter) ------------->

And NO I am NOT quitting. Just thought I would say that 'cause some of you might think I stopped with this story. :]

Without any further a do, Here's chapter 3 ! <3

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"Here we are miss. 3rd floor."

As on cue, The elevator dinged announcing that we're already here. I grimaced. I nodded once and gave a small akward smile at the stewardess looking lady (who was the elevator assistant) who gave me a one head nod making her straight auburn hair that passes her shoulders, bounce, before I stepped out to the white polar bear fur looking carpet.

The assistant's red plump lips stretched into a polite smile before the silver shiny elevator doors shut close, covering her whole figure.

That lady's voice was seriously a pain in the ears.

I shook my head vigoursly trying to stop the ringing of her voice (if you could even call it a voice). Not trying to sound rude or anything, but she really did have a very annoying and irritating high pitch voice. I wouldn't want to witness a time when she laughs. I'd rather hear a dying walrus instead.

The Pearly white carpet flooring was very soft under my toes, making them curl. It was so soft that i was actually considering that I would sleep right here tonight. Hey, that didnt sound half bad. I mean I think no one would be bothered and I think It would be MUCH better than running through this enormous house just to find my bedroom. Yeah, Much Better.

Speaking of rooms. I haven't found my bedroom yet. I've been running around this 'house' for already about an hour or so.

The walls were a vibrant, awakening and a very bright color of yellow. I had to litterily squint just to look at it, that was how bright it was. Very expensive looking paintings scattered all over the wall perfectly.

Pity for the workers who made this house though. Must've been a VERY hard time for them to finish this whole thing off.

There was a railing and a flight of who knows how many stairs just about 10ft. away from me. Hastily, I ran to the edge of the floor ,almost tripping on the procces, and stopped by the railing. Quickly Placing my hands on the railing to avoid myself from falling to my death, I leaned over and looked down.

Oh How I regret ever looking down.

My breath hitched and I felt my hands and knees tremble just the slightest bit. For only 3 floors of a house, they sure are high. I'm pretty sure i was about 50ft away from the ground, and have I mentioned I was afraid of heights?

I cautiously leaned back and took a few trembling steps back, away from the railing until I was sure that I wasnt gonna fall and die. Now that I think about it, no one would even miss me anyway.

Well, I guess the exceptions were Angie or dad, but they dont count. Harsh I know, but still. So, if someone had a problem and wanted to commit suicide, feel free to jump right down.

The railing that streched a few feet (left to right) from where I am had a smooth and silk dark brown color that enhanced the brightness of the yellow wall alot more. Wouldnt be suprised if people started wearing sunglasses by just looking at the thing.