Chapter 8

Chapter 8

 

            What seemed to be a long sleep didn’t last me thought the night. I woke up to silence. I didn’t even know why. I wrapped my arms around my knees. It won’t be long here. Only another week or so. The urge to write to Anastasia was strong. I took a piece of paper, and a pencil. I looked out to the stars and begin.

           

                           327 Zeamba street

                          Oiram, Cookzania

                          90835

 

Dear Anastasia,

            Being free is the best feeling. I’m at an Inn called The Emerald City. It’s a nice place really. It’s practically in the middle of nowhere though. That’s why I’m going to learn how to ride a horse. My lessons start today. I’m actually looking forward to it. The man who drove the Taxi I left in, recommended this place to me. So, if you ever see him please thank him. His name is Johnny Watson. He saved me from living off the land. (Which is basically nothing.) But I asked for a life of adventure and I got it, so I can’t complain.

 

                                                           For now,

                                              Courtalia

 

           

 

            I licked the envelope, wrote the addresses, and it was done. I snuck down to the lobby. The halls were empty and dim. The only light I saw was coming from the sun that is struggling to touch the sky. I looked to the clock above the desk; it was about 7:00am. I didn’t think that anyone would be up until 9:00am. I was right. I put my letter in the post box that hung off the wall. I stood there for a while. I feel like the only one in the world… I like it… a lot. I got up the stairs and to the widows walk. I never noticed the chairs and table here. They were metal and resembled vines with their curves and twists. I sat and watched the sun come up. I started to think to myself.  I felt a burst of hope, because I had some people on my side, as well as some plans that had successfully been executed… so far. I liked being the only one up. It’s like the world is asleep, except for me.

I always expected exploration to be hard, it is, but it was also fun. I had made friends Angela, Dylan… I think. Markus, and Maraina… Maybe. I wasn’t sure that they were all my friends, but they were nice to me at least. Why not Michelle? Well first off, I though she was trying to get me to be part of her… collection. Second her feelings changed quickly so… One minute she might of liked me, the other not so much.

Well, Anastasia said to make friends, accomplished, maybe. But enough of that, all I want to do is to take in this beautiful view. I have a feeling it will be a lovely memory.  Another thing I thought about was the dream I had a few nights ago. It was strange. There were bricks and vines that tangled through each other. In the distance there was a boy sitting alone, by himself. He had dark hair. I couldn’t see anymore of him because his head was down. I went over to him and said hi, he looked up. Almost frozen, his pupils widened in a pleasant shock. He says,

            “Hi.”

            “May I sit with you?”

            “Um, yeah, sure.” I sit across from him.

            “Who… are you?” He asks stupidly.

            “I’m Courtalia.”

            “Courtalia.” he repeats.

            “And who are you?” I asked

            “Undalio.”

            “I’ve never heard such an exotic name before.

            “Your name is different too… In a good way.”

            “You really think so.” He rose like he had transformed from the miserable to the animated.

            “Yeah and it’s beau-…” He paused, uneasily. “Cool It’s cool.” Hmmm.

            “So… um… I’m kind of new here, so I was wondering if you would show me around.” I blushed. “If that’s ok with you…” He smiled.

            “Sure.” He stood up, and put out his hand. I take it, and then it faded.

It was a very strange dream. I knew it would never happen, because no one in their right mind would think of me in that way. I sighed. Anastasia came in my mind, “You never know.” I saw her wink. I had a very strange imagination. I must have sat there for an hour just thinking. Thinking about just… everything. I wanted to know if Angela is up, because I was hungry. I got up. I headed for the doorway, and down the stairs.

            I saw that the light was on, so I though she must’ve been there. I heard voices, and I ease drop.

            “ I don’t trust you with that girl.” I though it was Angela talking.

            “Why not? Well that’s too bad; I’m teaching her anyway.” Dylan?

            “I just don’t want her to get hurt, she’s young.” She says. He snickers.

            “Humph, so?”

            “If you hurt her-”

            “You’ll do what? Tell mom?” I peeked my head around the corner. “She wouldn’t care, she couldn’t care less.” She was holding a wooden spoon with a strong grip. “Besides, I have plans for her that are not to be shared with you.” He smiled like the devil. I felt paralyzed.

            “No!” She threw the spoon to the ground in anger. I gazed upon it like the spoon itself was infected with her anger. “If you do I will never forgive you!” She started to cry.

            “Oh god, Angela, you’re such a baby.”

            “I am not! Besides, I rather be a baby than a-a Monster!”

            “Me the monster? Just look in a mirror. It’s why you don’t work for mom, you’d scare every man away!” She picked up a jar. Oh god. His face turned pale.

            “You wouldn’t.” He took a step back. There was a single vain on Angela’s neck that budged when she shouted through her teeth.

            “I would.”

            I had to think fast or it was going be a bloody mess, but I had to be anonymous…. Hmm… That’s it! I picked up the spoon.

            “Take this!” She threw the jar with a grunt of both anger and strength. It flipped. If I don’t make it my cover is blown, and Dylan will be severely injured. It was a foot from my aim when the spoon was speared. The world slows. My heartbeat was loud in my head as the spoon hit the rim of the jar. A perfect shot. I can’t believe I made that! It fell to the ground; glass showered the floor like rain. When they shielded themselves with their arms, I ran. My heart wanted to explode. But if they didn’t see me they would never know. I ran up the stairs, almost completely silent. I jumped into bed. I was never up.