One Million Pieces (on hold)

Chapter Two

Because almost everyone is still asleep, the dorm halls are practically empty and quiet. It is strange because I have been living with a bunch of other girls of all types (most are really loud and annoying) since sixth grade, and during that time, I have never seen it this empty. It’s somewhat nice, but lonely. This will probably be the last day I will ever walk through these halls... The thought made me feel empty for some reason.

"Forget it Jay. You will be in a new dorm with new people soon enough. It‘s not like you were close to anyone here." I mutter to myself. Then Kat flashes through my head and I feel guilty.

I walk up the marble stair case to the second floor, and even faster to room 304, my dorm room, and open it. I could tell someone has already been in my dorm room, which is odd because unlike all the other girls, I have no roommate because the last girl decided I am too much of a trouble maker and refuses to room with me, and ever since I haven’t gotten another roommate. When I walk in, I realize that there were a single already out and appeared to be packed. Huh. They took no time at all to get my stuff ready. Then I smell something that makes my mouth water and stomach growl.

"Is that you Jay?" An all too familiar voice calls from the kitchen.

"Kat? What are you doing here?" I ask dropping my bag onto the first bed by the window in the small room that can only holds two beds and dressers with the kitchen and bathroom separate.

Kat's head popped out from the opening that connects the kitchen and living room.

Her dark hair is in a pixy style cut, which frames her face perfectly and seems to make her cheekbones look more elegant and her eyes brighter. She smiled carelessly, and said "hey kiddo. Can't I just make my favorite little sister some lunch?” she stopped cooking for a second and looked like she was thinking. “Or would it be brunch? Well, either way I am here to see you," her face disappears back into the kitchen. "So don't complain!"

"Who says I'm complaining? I would never complain about your food." Kat is the best cook and I am sure someone would live just to eat her food, though it was odd for her to be such an expert because people aren’t taught high level cooking, just the basics.

"I heard you are going to Angel Academy now, instead of boring old Washington Academy."

I raised an eyebrow. "How'd you know?"

She laughs. "I'm your older sister; I know everything. But seriously, I am proud of you."

"You should have gotten that offer too."

"What? Someone as old as me go to Angel Academy?” She says lightly, but there is an edge to her voice.

I roll my eyes. "You’re only eighteen, and I meant when you were younger, like twelve. What are you making?" I glance from over her shoulder. She was making some sort of stew with chopped vegetables an amazing smelling broth and meat that I could not define.

"It’s a secret. Actually it was something a friend taught me." I smile as I caught the way she said 'friend'. She said it tenderly and carefully, so this person was a bit more than a friend.

"Oh? Do tell."

"What do you mean? I just said a friend taught me, nothing more, and nothing less.”

I groan and sit back down on my bed. "You’re so hopeless." I complain.

"What about you? Any new boyfriends I should know about?"

"You know the rules just as well as I do," I clear my throat and imitate Miss Chelsea’s high-pitched voice. "No dating, horsing around, or going out at night. It will-"