That Twelve Year Old

That Twelve Year Old - Chapter Four

Hey guys. Incase you cannot see the cast, check out Chapter Two. The cast list will DEFENITLY be there, and there's also a slideshow, if you didn't know already. Thank you.

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CHAPTER FOUR. FEDORS' ESTATE; OXFORD. 28TH AUGUST 2009 6:27PM

Zuleyka and I got to know each other. She was the eldest child, at seventeen. Worked at a beauty parlour on Sundays and hated cheese. We were complete opposites, but I didn’t care. I had this weird feeling every time she spoke, but it wasn’t like the feelings I had when John looked at me or Aunt did her psychotic smiles. When Zuleyka spoke, I had a feeling the made me want to hug her or something else as ridiculous. Aunt always said hugs were for people who were harmful and crazy. I knew it wasn’t true, but after a while it sticks in your head.

Zuleyka told me to watch out for a girl called Alice. She said that she was a ‘slutty bum-hole’ as she so kindly put it. She’s the chick who lives next door.

I hadn’t met Alice yet.

Everyone was currently at the dining hall, sitting down and deep in some sort of conversation with one another. The hall was a lovely place. It had dark brown walls and golden roses inside humongous white vases, scattered around near the corners.   Amanda was getting the food ready and I was helping her, much to her dislike.

I was currently placing slices and pieces of chicken on a large plate.

“Clarrisa, honey, you have a beautiful name” Amanda said at one moment.

“Thank you. Yours is splendid too, if I may add” I complimented back.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous! Mine is so common. And I can never get used to your accent, that’s for sure...” She mumbled the last bit under her breath, earning a chuckle from myself.

“Well Amanda, your accent is delightful” It was true. She had a strong Northern Carolinian accent. When she spoke, each word dripped with honey, sounding sweeter than a strawberry.

“Nonsense! And help put the plates on the table. Ya’ll know you don’t have to do this right? I mean, a pretty girl like you, must’ve been pampered up the ol’ trolley. And oh my, have you hea-”

She was just like Zuleyka when it came to rambling. As she was speaking, I put all of the plates on the table. The kitchen and dining hall was connected, so I didn’t have to leave her.

“So I told ol’ Margaret to go stick it up her damn mouth! She’s always yapping about that delinquent son of his! Talking about him as if he flipping invented air! Ya’ll don’t kno-”

I gently held her hand, guiding her up to her seat, and then helping her sit down. Laughing at a few comments she was now making about her day with Simon, forgetting about her previous rant on Margaret.

“So I told Simon; ‘and that my dear, is why you never hug a telescope, and he ended up squirting coffee through his nose! His nose I tell you!’Amanda finished her story, and let out a sigh as I gently pushed her into her seat. Only then, did she notice where she was and blushed at the sight of all her children staring at her. I made my way to an empty seat next to Isandro and heard Amanda whisper;

“Well, tuck in!”

                  Everyone stood up and bent over the table, reaching for their dinner; slamming heaps of food on their plates. Zuleyka and Isandro had multiple arguments, such as who picked which drumstick first, and Joshua occasionally scolding them for not taking enough greens. During one of Isandro and Zuleyka’s battles, (this one about gravy) I quietly scooped a modest amount of steamed vegetables onto my plate, and then sat back down in my seat.