Chapter 7- my soul shall die without you, though in my body.
I had a real hard time going to a small rural area mall and purchasing things that I needed. A dragon could not charge in and snatch away the things it needed, thrashing down ripped money on the counter. Besides, the limelight already knew my dragon form, and I will be on the Yellow Pages without doubt
There was only one-way: to enter it in my human form and just casually buy the things- I had to take the chance. If my family have already discovered that I was missing and reported it to the police, my face will be on the papers, and everyone will be eager to escort the famous Charles the superstar home.
So what? I had to take the chances.
I put on my ragged cap, with the side of my face torn and bruised because of the bruises, and my shirt still wet with blood and slightly hobbling.
At first nobody really noticed me- only my bruises.
Then an elderly man screamed, “Charles Brown!” and thanks to him crowds crowded around me, as I took a basket and put in a sleeping bag, a blanket, some can food, and thumped it down the counter, pulling out cash out of my wallet.
The cashier, thankfully, was a young woman who was a total fan of me. She never took her eyes off me as she calculated the amount and gave me the change. I sighed, and took my cap off, and smirked, blowing a kiss at her.
She gasped, hallucinating, and gripping the counter for support, her face melted into a dreamy expression.
I almost shook my head in exasperation, but something struck me. Once, master had taught me a trick to use on both girls and boys- women and men.
“Barlia,” I muttered, and took my cap off again, and tried to catch every eye in the shopping mall, blowing kisses and smiling my crooked but awesome smile.
Every body started to collapse with dreamy expressions, muttering my name under their breaths- and to my amusement, even men. I leisurely trudged out the mall and got into my car, and drove off into the forests. Sometimes, I thought with exasperation, those people are sooo weird, seriously.
I took off my socks and threw them onto the grounds, sinking my teeth into the apple, and crunching noisily as I watched the YouTube in my smartphone. The Wi-Fi connection was weak in the forest, but strong enough to maintain the connection and let me watch Sally’s interview.
Her tear-smudged mascara was underneath her eyes, and her dark eyes were filled with tears as she half cried and half blubbered and sputtered, to my amusement. Excuse my cruelty, people, but I was too interested in my apple to have compassion on her usual weeps.
“He…was…gone without a…word…gone…upset…”
She broke down again, and I was about to switch my phone off, yawning, when something caught my eye at the bottom of the screen. It read: Nicole Russell’s intensive interview.
“Yes, we were close to divorcing when he disappeared,” she commenced casually, answering a reporter’s query nonchalantly with controlled ease and dragged and artificial patience, “and yes, I have no idea where he is. We’re trying to find him, and that’s all I really know.”
