Broken, Malfunctioned & Forgotten

C H A P T E R E L E V E N : >>>SHADIANNA<<<

I pace around my room and freak out as I realised that Cay is unwell to join my plan of finding Ian, so I decided it would be best to just leave, heading off to grab a suitcase first. It takes about half an hour for them to get back from the hospital, so this is enough time to get going. Grabbing pants, tops, dresses, shoes, bras and undies, I sigh sadly as I zip it up, then head off to the bathroom to grab some toiletries and place them into my handbag. Grabbing the suitcase, I rush off to head out the door, grabbing my phone from my handbag to book a hotel not too far. Running across the oval in the heavy rain, I remember how this is collage, not my apartment. "How will I explain my days of not going to class?" I grumble under my breath. I then slide into my dark blue car and start up the engine then drive out onto the main road.

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I sigh as I jump out of the car to head to my hotel room at Bentley Hotel. Unlocking the door, I hear metal sounds peeking through my suitcase, "Did I accidently pack one of my projects?" I question myself as I let myself slide into the room. The room is huge and is on the ninth floor, numbered 199, I then drop my suitcase onto the bed in the room on the left side of the hallway. I am shocked and took by surprise as I cover my mouth to avoid gasping too loudly. The walls are light gold filled with black rose patterning, the queen bed is white with a pale grey covering along with four neatly placed pillows, the closet is right in front but it's a few feet away and coloured black with two mirrors built in, I then sink to the floor as its colouring and cleanness is flawless (coloured dark blue and is the highest quality) and the roof is dark gold as a very expensive light dangles above me. 

I take in a deep breath, it smells of cherries and blueberries, like fruit juice. The guilt rushes through me and heads straight to the ground, completely dissolving into the ground, I then head out to the lounge room and it's all the same colouring. Yet, there's a golden chandelier, a huge television, a very soft and comfy couch. Sitting onto the couch, I grab the remote, then flick on the television. I leave tonight to go to Ronnie's café and I WILL find the answers...

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