The Realm of Question

Chapter 7

I was sitting in the kitchen at midnight. It was such a magical hour. Cinderella went back to being a peasant, and it always seemed the grandfather clock chimed the loudest, Friends re-runs began, it was officially a new day and it took me till exactly that hour to get my Lucky Charms poured. I couldn't sleep, big surprise, I know. Something was troubling me and I couldn't put my finger on it. Maybe it was the fact I had spent an hour staring into a mirror unsuccessfully trying to get my eyes to change color, or maybe that my only thought besides getting some cereal and Gossip Girl was Mason the butt-head from math class. He and his sleek black hair, color changing eyes and stunning sculpture-like skin and his stupid flawless facial features.

"I'm going to bed now. No more thoughts of Mason." I said his name like a swearword. I went up the stairs into Josh's room where a second black pillow had been placed for me and climbed in next to him. He wrapped his arms around me.

"Can you please just come to bed with me in the first place, so I can get a decent night's sleep?" He gave a sleepy chuckle.

"Sorry. That sounds like a plan to me." I kissed him on his warm forehead. I pressed my air conditioned cold cheek to his. Then he slid me down so I lay on his chest.

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I woke the next morning in Trish's room, as she threw outfits towards me.

"Which of these says, 'Taylor you suck'?" she asked, when she noticed my open lids.

"Neither," I grumbled covering my face with one of her red heart-shaped pillows.

"Come on. I need help here, Ana! I've never had girl friends before!"

"Neither have I!" I whined back.

"So? You were so good yesterday!" she said, pulling my arm.

"Go away," I sighed, knowing I was losing the battle quickly.

"Nope, that's why I carried you to my room." She threw the pillow into the opposite wall where I couldn't get it. I lay back throwing one of the many shirts over my face to block out the light.

"Get dressed. Were going to be late and that's saying a lot for our house. We're never late for anything, lazy," she teased.

"Just because I'm not Polly-peppy-pants in the morning means nothing," I ground out from under the shirt. She pulled it off, already dressed in a pink outfit that was drop dead gorgeous.

"Okay, that one says 'Taylor you suck.'"

"Good. Yours is on your bed." I rolled my eyes but shuffled tiredly to my room. A lavender and black lace corset top, a pair of skinny jeans and black heels. Please don't let me die today. I looked in the mirror. I released the mass of curls from their tight confines of my scrunchy so they fell just below my shoulders. The only thing I liked about them was they fell in ringlets intermixed with darker shades of blonde instead of Hermione Granger hair so it all looked like a single bramble bush. It was just so untamable, and they were so annoying. They probably made up half my body weight. I decided that if Mason wanted to see an electrocuted poodle, he would see it when Trish hadn't tried to tame the wild beast.