Fuck what should I do. What should I do. What should I do. I can't go back now... I just...
I paced back and forth in front of Mr. Iceberg's door. Yesterday when the kidnapping incident occurred I was not too enthusiastic about going out of my room. But this time I had to! I dropped my bracelet in his room....OUT OF ALL THE THOUSAND ROOMS IN THIS PALACE.But it wasn't any bracelet, it's the one bracelet I'd choose over many jewels or gold. So I had to get it, I cannot show weakness no matter what...
I knocked on the door, but there is no answer. What if I quickly run inside, grab my bracelet, run back to my room and call it a day. Risky but I'll do anything to avoid the cold stares of a genius iceberg.I opened the door to assure he isn't inside. I mean, not answering the door maybe is his way of showing that he doesn't even care. Pfft..As if nothing else proved that.
Taking a deep breath, I entered and OH MY GOD.
How did I not recognize all this before? I said to my self as I entered a room full of books. Everything is full of books. Two huge shelves seemed to be overpacked with books. The floor is almost covered by many books, even his bed?! Wow I was that scared back then that I didn't actually pay attention to my surroundings, especially this particular unique surrounding...These are hella lots of books to read! That's why he is a walking encyclopedia. Also, no wonder such a plain expression is always plastered on his face....Like Why be nervous, surprised, angry, or worried when you know everything?
... "History of Ancient Rome", "Economics and Development", "Literature the Fine Art", "Life of Ghandi"...... THEY ARE SO DIVERSE. "I read all of that in a book once, except the main character was smarter..." His insulting comment back then definitely meant that these books weren't for decoration.
I've always hated books, I'm not the person with an attention span long enough that can keep me concentrated on one page. Like now for instance, I forgot the damn reason I was here for in the first place!I looked hopelessly around for the bracelet, this is so boring... And when I'm bored, PRANK TIME.
He definitely deserved a prank, I mean the asshole kidnapped me and coldly explained how stupid I am. He could've just went like: hi, the chaperone and I saw through your plan and we want to explain how, care to accompany me to my room? Ok this is stupid but still politeness is politeness.I looked around the open books that I think he didn't finish reading yet, how about I swap them with other books and open them on the same page....BWHAHAHAHAHA WHO IS THE GENIUS NOW.
*Moments later*
Page 130... Yes.
I swapped the last open book. Poor him, he would want read to know what happened to Katniss afterwards, only to find how William Shakespeare wrote his plays. I laughed while removing "The Hunger Games" book from his bed, and replacing it with "All About Shakespeare" turned to the same page "The Hunger Games" was turned to. He's gonna be so confused!That's it, masterpiece! Don't leave your room for too long when Evelyn Mathews is under the same roof... And when she hates you!
I was about to take my leave until I found a book titled "How To Fix It" on the bed's pillow, and something stuck inside it.
It....was my bracelet. Something's odd, I broke something in my bracelet by 6th grade, but now I see it's perfectly fine. It looks brand new! I read the page where my bracelet was put to find instructions of fixing a bracelet's chain.....
I suddenly felt so bad, did he know it was mine? W-whatever, I'm getting out of here.I walked slowly out of the room to find... "W-what are you doing here?!" I shouted to Mr. Iceberg who was leaning against the wall. "I suppose that's my question, never enter my room again..." he replied. His smart ass answer left me no reason to be here whatsoever, so I thanked him for fixing the bracelet before he angrily entered his room. I hate him? Yes. I'm ungrateful to him? No. I had to thank him one way or another.
He paused silently for a moment then he shut the door loudly. He didn't even reply to my apology!If he is doing this so I can feel bad and follow him around apologizing then guess what... I'm not what he thinks. In fact I'm gonna make him suffer from my pranks till he drops and beg me to stop.
I shall not allow myself to show him weakness...
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In Royal Heels
Teen FictionMeet the one and only, Evelyn Mathews, prank queen and the nick naming factory. Her viscous and unmerciful revenges she makes got her into so many big fat troubles, but not as big as the trouble she got when she swapped lives. Yes.. Literally, reckl...