Who Am I

Chapter 2

I placed my arm on the railings of the stairs and rested my right elbow near my hand and let my head lean on my knuckles.

I looked up and down at that babysitter,
- emerald green eyes,
- dark-dark hair,
- light brown skin...

I listed down every personal detail this guy has. I still don't understand why he's grinning at me.

Man, this is weird.

That's when my mum rudely  interrupted my thoughts by introducing him to me.

"Talia Dear, this here is Mafisto. Mafisto this is my daughter Tal-" she paused as she heard the car arriving." Have a great time Talia, and don't do anything that will make matters worse please."

She left without second glances or even a good bye or at least a hug.

Seriously what kind of mother is she!? Sometimes I wonder if I'm adopted or not.

I closed my eyes trying to look on the bright side. I opened them ten seconds later trying to force myself not to sleep because I promised my friends to go shopping with them.

Sleeping has always been a problem for me. I always stay 5 hours past my bedtime   trying to sleep but I just can't.
And if I do sleep I always end up having a nightmares. And the fact that I'm nearly the size of a dwarf ain't helping.

Man, this stresses me out.

I went up the stairs to get ready for shopping.

I wore a black pants and a red shirt. I totally don't like showing of my skin.

I went down the stairs and was kind of surprised that Mafisto has already comforted himself in the living room. I wanted to get out without making him notice but as soon as I touched the door handle.

"Where are you going little fella?" Said Mafisto

His voice made me jump.

I turned around , my hair ,still in a loose ponytail, jumping in time with me.

He just looked at me.

"Well?..."

Well... I'm not talking to you you stranger! For starters I don't even know you! And my mum knows fare well that I never speak to strangers.

I kept quiet.

He stood up and walked right up to me "I said, where are you going." His voice seemed a bit mad, but I still didn't speak.

He sighed, "Sorry..."

Sorry!? For what exactly young man!?

"I'm sorry, it's just that I forgot that you don't speak."

Now that's a relief. At least I won't have to be forced to say it.

He went into the kitchen and came back with a peice of paper and a pen and handed them to me.

Oh come on!?

I wrote down :

I'm supposed to meet with my friends today at the shopping center. So please if you don't mind can I go.

He read what I wrote in silence and looked at me for a moment.

"No..."