Pick a card

Chapter 8

    The cart rolled into the hall, no one was around, and currently there didn't seem to much activity.  As the cover lifted Crystal jumped out quickly, taking in the fresh air.  As Yuvraj climbed out, he handed a card to Crystal, and as she took it, she noticed that she became see through, and so did Yuvraj.

    "What's this?"

    "A magic card of vanishing, and slightly modified to see me as well, now the room should be this way, follow me."

    As he made his way down the hall, she quickly followed after, making sure to careful put the card in the small purse.

    Finding the right room, Yuvraj put his ear up to it, quickly pulling away as a voice audibly heard came from within.  It was a tad Muffled, but the voice was definitely angry.

    Testing the door nob, it was locked, so Yuvraj tapped it, hearing a light click.  Opening the door a crack he peered in, and looking through him, it appeared the room was empty.  Walking in and closing the door, they followed the voices.

    They found a kitchen, and inside was the face in the blurry pictures Yuvraj found, arguing with the well her well known mother, who was obviously angry, "I told you that you should learn how to be a proper young lady, and you shall learn to be, this is why I decided to bring you here in the first place.  So you could meet my side of the family and learn how to do it from our family training traditions, and look at what happened, you end up getting us kicked out so I had to get us this hotel."

    "Well then you should've known better, there's more to me than just being a girl and dad knew it and understood it."

    "For the last time, there's no way it's possible for you to sometime be a boy, it's preposterous."

    "It's a thing, call being gender fluid, and don't even go into the 'your above commoner trends' speech because it's not a trend, it's a way a person is, like ME."

    "No your not, he may have found you on that street, but when he married me, I had to take care of you as well, and he died, leaving me having to do as he should've done years start."

    "Your delusional I tell you, stuck in a world of petite little dresses and crumpets."

    "It's how things should be."

    "Should be this, should be that, it's should be everything with you."

    "Alexandra, your being irresponsible."

    "So what if I've been secretly donating to the LGBT community behind your back. It's a good cause."

    "Enough go to your room."

    "Sure thing, you got a plane ticket?"

    With that, she grabbed the ruffles, and stomped loudly towards the bed rooms.  Her mother, obviously steaming, reached into her purse and started typing.  Looking over her shoulder, Yuvraj watched, then backed up in surprise.

    Tiptoeing to Crystal, leaned over and whispered, "We need to hurry, she looking at therapists, and not the good kind."

    Nodding, they slowly made there way to the room they saw Alexandra walk into.  Slowly opening it, they quickly dashed in and closed the door, and found Alexandra wearing baggy pants and hoodie, butchering the dress she had been wearing.

    They stood there, watching her do so for a minute, watching the dress turn to ribbons, and then those ribbons started turning into confetti.  After a few minutes, Yuvraj leaned towards Crystal, "Should we wait?"

    As if hearing him, Alexandra stopped mid tear in what used to be the waist line.  then setting it down, slumped into a chair, "I know your there.  I've been able to hear through Crystal's ears since she came to England."