The Mating Games Cherryle's Story

Part 6

Cherryle's POV:
As we drove away I just sat waving at my sister through the car window. As she broke down I just watched. Before I knew it I felt something wet dripping down my own face, a tear. I couldn't help it! I was being taken to a place to find a werewolf to steal me from my life, or more like him find me. My older brother had two mates and was ripped apart in half because of it! (It was an accident, they were tugging on his arms like tug of war, and forgot he was human). My older sister commit suicide there. And I was going to the same place.
Maybe I'd feel differently, maybe I'd be different. If my dad didn't lose his job, didn't start drinking, never killed my mother, wasn't killed by my older sister to protect me! But here I am, driving away.

It took all of me but I finally turned away from the window. After all I couldn't see her anymore. I wiped the tears out of my eyes and was soon drifted away by sleep.

I was awoken by my driver what seemed like seconds later, when in reality we'd arrived and it'd been hours. I walked out holding my bags.
I reached the door way and put on my mask.
I saw the group of girls my age, all dressed in booty shorts and cropped shirts or if not they were wearing really skimpy dresses. Those whores pfft they never change. I thought.
Minutes later a maid took me to my room. Along the way I found out her name was Maryanne, she made fun of a lot of the girls in slutty outfits. I like her already. We finally got to my room and I walk in, put my bags down and pull her in. We talked for a while before she remembered that she had an outfit I had to wear for dinner.

The deal with the dinner is that werewolves and vampires are eating with us. They just couldn't tell who was they're mate because we all were masked in scent. I went into the bathroom to shower. I put on the shower as I took off my clothes. I looked in the mirror.
I don't really ever pay attention to how I look because I'm to busy staying alive. But right now looking in the mirror I realize that I have muscles throughout me in just the right places and curves that would make someone stop and stare for awhile. My flat stomach stands out against everything else because I am certainly not flat in these other two places I can tell you that. I got into the shower and scrubbed until my skin was red. I got out a while after and blow dried my hair. When I finally got a look at the dress I was astonished, it was this deep royal blue dress that completely captures my features and brought out my eyes, not thinking I put it on, only to find out it was mid thigh and showed of my tan legs, so I grabbed my dress and stretched out the bottom fabric to touch my knees. The blue faded in the stretched part looking like an ombré.

(Just imagine it shorter!)

To say the dress suited me was an understatement. So I put on my white mask, put chapstick on my plump pink lips, and let Maryanne brush out my oddly luscious chocolaty brown hair. When she finally was done, she tied my hair into a waterfall braid.
"You know, you shouldn't wear the mask, your really beautiful and the mask as it it beautiful isn't as pretty as your face." Maryanne said.
"I don't want to find my mate so I'm hiding." I say in return.

She seems sympathetic for me and we leave my room, as we walk down the hallway to the dining room I get a lot of gasps and by the time I arrive my face is bright red, if I didn't wear the mask you'd think I'm bloody. We enter the dinner table and I sit down in my seat.

Time for food!

A/N:
Sorry, I haven't posted in awhile and am also sorry about making so many Authors notes. I'll stop. Just know I love you all and I love to see comments.
Thank you!