Not Like Other Fairytales

Chapter 4: Shit?

     The doorbell rang and I wearily got up from bed. It was seven in the morning, who could be awake by now.
     "Coming!", I said, walking towards the door. That maid is so going to be in trouble if she doesn't have a good reason for disturbing my sleep. I unlocked the door.
     "What do you want?", I asked immediately I opened the door, "Hope you have a good reason for...",
     " You're not dressed yet?", a deep masculine voice cut me off, "We're leaving in thirty minutes, why are you still in your PJ's?",
I rubbed my eyes with my hands and looked clearly at the person standing at the door,
     "Liam?", I thought he was one of the maids, I guess I'm beginning to miss the castle, "what are you doing here, by this time?", I asked now rubbing my eyes sleepily.
     I notice Liam's clothes. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a black shirt with a black jacket on it. Is he going to a funeral or something, why all black?,
     "Are you forgetting something?", he asked and folded his arms. He has that look on his face dad always had whenever I make a mistake or embarrass myself,
     " Don't give me that look and just tell me ", I roll my eyes at him,
     " We're going to school today, remember?",
     "School?", I scratched the back of my head, "yeah, I remember, but that starts on Monday. Now, if you'll excuse me...", I start closing the door but he uses his foot to block the door. I opened the door and poke my head outside,
     "What do you want now", I asked already tired of seeing his face,
     "Today IS Monday", he says with a serious face,
     "What?!", I asked as my eyes snapped open, that's when I realised that the funeral clothes were actually school clothes,
     "I said today is Monday", he repeated,
     "I heard what you said but...", I begin to stammer," I-I haven't done anything yet. Look at me. I-I'm not ready yet", I yell, using my hands to gesture at how horrible I look. My hair is frizzy, I'm still in my Pyjamas, I can taste my morning breath, I haven't even showered. I was a mess,
     "No kidding", he snickered as he looked at me, I ignore him snicker.
     "When are we leaving?", I asked
     "In 30 minutes", he says hands in his pocket. Just enough time for me to dress up,
"Then give me 30 minutes, let me get ready", I said and slam the door in his face. I quickly run upstairs to take a shower.

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     "Bye Gemma", I yell and run out the door not waiting for her to respond, I close the door behind me. Already 30 minutes have gone by which means I'm on time. I chose a pair of black jeans and a black shirt with the word 'a-did-as' on it, since Liam's wearing all black. I turn around to see Liam sitting on the stairs in front of the house. He was waiting for me?, I thought he waited at his house.
     "Okay, I'm ready", I say and move to stand beside him. I looked down at him, he was staring at the field of grasses in front of my house. I sit down beside him on the step and stare at him. He didn't even notice I was looking at him, heck... he didn't even know I was here. I wonder why he's looking at the grasses, what's so special about them?. I tapped him on his shoulder. He jerked a little as he turned to look at me,
     " What are you looking at? ", I asked out of curiosity, he gave me a sad smile. His smile reminded me of mom, she had that same smile when I was moving here, a sad smile.
     " What's wrong? ", I asked feeling a little bit concerned
     All of a sudden, he didn't look sad anymore. The sadness I saw in his eyes wasn't sadness anymore. It was more goofy,
     " Nothing.... let's go", he says as he grabs my hand and gets up from the step pulling me along. We walk towards the white vehicle in front of the house and Liam opens the door for me to enter.
     "Where's your backpack?", he asked as we were seated in his vehicle,
     " My what?",
     "Your backpack. I noticed you're not with it",
     " I don't have one", I say. I don't know what he's asking for but it seems like whatever it is I don't have it with me,
     "Where's yours?", I ask him. If he showed me what a backpack looks like then maybe I could get one. He looks at the empty seat at the back of the car ,
     " Oh shit.... I forgot", he opens the vehicle again,"I'll be right back", and with that he left.
     I cocked my head to the side, "Shit", I say. Their language here is really strange. Maybe it's because they possess a lot of weird gadgets and gizmos my home lacks that's why they have an advanced language.
     " Shit?", I say again. It sounded weird. How did they make up that word?.
     The vehicle door opened and he threw an object at me which landed on my laps,
     "That's yours for now",
     I held it high in the air," and this is called a backpack? ", I asked, examining the object. It's brown with two handles at the back, and zips to open and close. It looks stylish.
     " You don't know what a backpack is?", he asked with one eyebrow raised,
     "Yes I do", I lied, clutching the backpack to my chest. He just shrugged and turned on the vehicle. We didn't say anything after that.
     The silence was awkward and I felt uneasy. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat still hugging the backpack. I looked at him, his eyes were fixed at the road in front of him. He looked calm unlike me.
     " I have a few questions? ",
     " Yeah", he said, his eyes still on the road,
     "What's the meaning of fuck?", I asked. I realise now  I should've eased into it instead of just dropping the question just like that. He was taken by surprise. He lost control and the vehicle swerved. He struggled to take control of it again,
     " What?", he asked when we were safe again,
     "Fuck? what's the meaning?", I ask again,
     " You don't know what fuck is?", he was still surprised,
     "I don't know most of the words you say, like fuck, shit and bitch. Your language is weird and confusing", I glanced back at him. His eyes were fixed on the road careful not to make us crash,
     " Is that how people here talk?", I ask. I could see he was surprised by my questions. I look down at my lap, playing with my fingers. "People don't usually ask this questions, do they?", I begin to feel uneasy,
     " No, they don't ", he says and I feel my cheeks turn red. He must think I'm weird,
     " Sorry", I say, still playing with my fingers, I should say something so he wouldn't suspect about the whole princess thing, but what would I say?,
     "It's okay", he says, "in fact, someone has asked me that question before", I look at him,
     " Who", I ask,
     "Not important", he quickly answers," The point is that those words are bad, you're not meant to say them",
     "But you say them", I pointed out, " just tell me", I begged
     " Fine", he sighs,"Shit means... you know like poop ", he says acting weird but I nod my head in understanding,
     " Bitch means female dog",
     "Why would someone call a person a dog", I ask cutting him off. He just shrugged and continues,
     " Fuck... I don't know what that means", he says with another shrug.
     I can tell he's lying. I don't know why he doesn't want to tell me.
     "That doesn't make any sense....", I start but he cuts me off,
     "We're here", he tells me as he parks in front of a huge building. There were a lot of people moving around the school and they all looked like my age. I stared wide eyed at the huge building.
     "Welcome to Reid High"
     "Reid High", I whispered to myself," My first school outside the Alkasa",

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Yet another chapter. I'm proud of myself a bit but I'm also not proud of myself because I didn't post earlier. That's all for now. Till I write again.
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