Surviving my Scholarship

Tom and Jerry

        I dried myself off with one of the softest towels I have ever held in my life. Wrapping it around me, I "gently" plopped onto the bed that creaked with the force. I barried myself in the blankets. I could get really used to this as I thought of my mattress at the apartment lying defiantly on the floor. Too bad I was running at the first chance I got. Maybe I would take this towel with me.  And this pillow. I'm sure they wouldn't miss this comforter right?

                My pilfering mind was interrupted by a soft ping coming from above.

            "Attention, breakfast will be served in 5 minutes. Pierce and Violet, please report to the Florida Room. That is all."

                Was that the same voice as the instructional video on shuttles? Are you serious right now? It's not like their house is that big. I grumbled as I got off the bed. I wasn't even hungry. I whipped open the wardrobe to once again stare at it in awe. I pushed through some of the basic attire until I discovered a pair of comfy looking lounge pants and a gray cotton t-shirt.  It was still too early for me to wear actual clothes.

                The bras were a size smaller and I felt huge as I crammed me into the padding. I pulled on a pair of warm socks as I prepared to slide down the hallway as soon as I opened the door. Those marble floors needed a professional sock polish in my opinion. I tested them out on my bathroom floor and slid with ease. Perfect. As I pulled on a pair of gray soft cotton underwear, Pierce's voice penetrated this bedroom. I was hoping this could have been a Pierce-Free Zone.

                "I'm taking a ride," his angered voice echoed throughout my space. "Newberry, pull up my bike." Apparently, he was going to avoid me for awhile. I'd let him do his little tantrum. My tolerance only lasted so long though. I wasn't going to be stuck here without company, even if it was Pierce. I walked towards the door to discover an intercom system. I pushed a button and there was a slight click overhead.

                "Testing 1, 2.... Ummm..... I have no idea where I'm going. Someone forgot the tour."

                My voice echoed back into the room through the speaker and I heard laughter coming from behind my door. If I had a shirt on, I would have whipped the door open to find the culprit. Instead I finished dressing as I waited for an answer.

         I dug through my bag desperately trying to find my brush. It wasn't in there. My heart dropped as I thought about where it could possibly have fallen out. So many options for me to choose from.

         I finger combed my hair as I pulled open the door. I peeked out and a huge grin came across my face at my discovery of no one. I closed my door quietly and walked to the end of the space. I started running and stopped skidding down the rest of the hallway. I was laughing too hard to hear the door open. I waved my arms in a sad attempt to brake as I quickly flew into Pierce. I closed my eyes as I we collided.

          A soft groan made me open my eyes again. Pierce had landed roughly on the floor and had twisted to take the brunt of the collision. I was unhurt on top of him. I pulled my hair away from my face and looked up from his chest towards his face. I couldn't help but laugh. He was frowning but started laughing too after I started.

                "What are you doing," he croaked.

                "Floor surfing," I giggled.

                "Floor surfing," he repeated to himself the anger was back in his blue eyes. How were his eyes blue now? "My father practically kidnapped you and is forcing you to stay here and you are floor surfing? Are you mad?"