The Hooded Beauty

Sunrise Party Time

He murdered my grandfather.
After he confessed, I left the room. I stormed off to my room. I believe him too, he wouldn't lie, not about this anyway.
Weird thing is though, I wasn't upset, I wasn't angry and I certainly wasn't distraught. All of which I should be. Instead, what I feel is, the need to find out more, not from my father though.
I wouldn't dare to ask my mother, this is the reason she was put into the psychiatric hospital. She saw his murder and it sent her over the edge.

Or did it?
Could he of sent her away for knowing the truth?
Everyone knew he was murdered but how many people knew who killed him?
Was it to do with the gang?
So many unanswered questions run through my head. One thing is for sure, I can't answer them on my own.

I sit in bed until the sun rises. Then I wander across the mansion so I can watch the sun rise from a bathroom window, I sit cross legged in the bath with my head on my hands. Watching the sun in the distance, nothing goes through my head. I just relax. Blissful. Serenity. I love doing this.

Time: 5:40am
Day: Monday
I decide to catch a few hours of sleep. I set my alarm for 9am.
I was more than likely going to P.E anyway.
Who needs exercise?
I'll run if I need to, I don't need a class for it.

I wake up to the alarm blaring in my ear.

So tempting to snooze.
All I ever do is snooze the alarm.

I roll over. I miscalculated my whereabouts on my bed.
And I now find myself splattered on the floor. Luckily enough I have a soft rug on my floor.

I get up and ready for the day ahead. Trying to push all of the memories about the conversation I had with my father.

I give a close inspection of my leg. I wonder when I need these stitches out.
It reminds me of when people stick a pin and thread through the first layer of their skin and make designs.
Weirdos.
I shudder at the image in my head.
Does that freak anyone else out or is that just me?
I think, I may just be weird.

I hop on over to my trusty comfort section in my wardrobe.
Because comfort over style any day. I don't have anyone to impress anyway. And even if I did I'd probably still choose comfort.

I slide on my clothes and wander downstairs.
Into the kitchen.
I creep up behind Alejandro. He jumps at anything.
I once watched 'The Woman in Black' with him at the movies.
When the scene came up of the hand on the window.
His huge popcorn bucket flew into the air and the biggest high pitched scream to ever exist escaped his mouth.
Looking back on it, it is one of the funniest memories I have but at the time I was also very scared. As I am also very jumpy.
Why we went to see that movie that day I will never know.

Alejandro is the cook but I have a really good relationship with him. He's been here for three years and is five years older than me.
I don't have any friends other than the people that work here. But they are amazing so I don't mind.

"Alejandro" I suddenly jump on him.
He squeals and then realised who is was.

"You little bitch, you scared me shitless" he says while laughing.
I crack a smile and curtsy like I'm royalty.
He slides over a plate and I fall in love with what is on the plate.
Homemade croissants.
I love them so much.
Alejandro cooks them to perfection.

I guzzle about five down before I decide it's time to go to the hell hole of education land.
I gather my things just very slowly.
Grab my keys and hop into my car.
I drive off to school.
I decide to take the scenic route.
I stop and take some photos, I adore photography.
I mainly take landscape photos.
Beaches are my favourite to photograph.

I reach the school and park up.
I sign in. Sophia the receptionist gave me a stern dirty look. She has always hated me. For what reason I do not know.
School drags on but finally that time comes when I can actually leave.
The bell rings and everyone files out the door like it's life or death. Honestly like a stampede. A stampede of hormonal humans.

I drive back home.
So ready to go to sleep.
I nearly fell asleep in English. It's just so boring sometimes.

I pull up and hop out of the car.
Just dreaming of that beautiful 11 hour sleep I can achieve soon.
I have never been more excited.

I walk in my house.
Why are there so many people?
Tens of dozens of people rushing around my house organising something.
What on Earth is occurring here and is it possible for them to do it somewhere else? I require sleep.

"Miss Lincoln"
Ew I hate being called that.
I turn around and there is a petite old lady infront of me.

"You need to get ready" she says, expecting me to know what this is. The only thing I'm getting ready for is bed. I do not care what this is. My bed is calling my name.
"What for?" I may aswell see what this is for first

"For the annual business party of your fathers. And your attendance is obligatory" she exclaims.

Well fuck, I'm gonna have to go to this aren't I?

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Authors note:
The story about the woman in black movie is true but it was my brother who screamed and made popcorn fly. Also the photography part is about me.
I decided I wanted to try do some chapters where they told information about the characters, so you can get to know them more.

I relate to Kady so much.

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