Why I Hate People

“Aiden” I say simply. 

            She climbs off me and stands up. She bows slightly with her hands crossed behind her back.  With the hands crossed behind your back is to show respect for someone older than you, known as the upper bow.  A sort of lunged bow is for people of very high respect, called the master bow.  You put your knee out and lean on it and bow with your hands pressed to the ground.  For some one the same age you bow with your hands to the side, called the peer bow.  To someone younger than you or lower status, you bow with your arms crossed in front of you, known as the minor bow.

            I stand up and give her a peer bow.  She looks at me strangely; head tilted to the side slightly, with her eyes squinted.

“I should get going now.” I say.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, I think I shall accompany you upon your travels.”  She says carefully.

            What an odd way of speaking.

“Oh… Okay, I guess.”  I say.  What a weirdo.

            We head beyond the tree and head in the direction of the village.  She holds onto my sleeve like a child would to its parent.  She tugs on the sleeve and I look at her.

“Where are we going exactly?”  She asks.

“The next village.”  I say blankly.

“Why?”  She asks.

“Because I’m a servant to a cruel master who wants me to get water from that village.”  I say emotionlessly.

            I shove one of the water jugs into her hand.

“I like juice much better.  I believe your cruel master would enjoy it more than water.”  She says happily.

“Sharden doesn’t like juice.” I retort.

“I see… He must be a dysfunctional person.” She says, stroking her chin with her pointer and thumb.  “And who is this Sharden you speak of sir?”

            What a strange person.  I wonder which mental institution she came from…

“The master I’m forced to work for.” I murmur.

I see excitement enter her face. “Can I meet him?”

“No.”

“Yes I can,” She says with a smirk, “I’ll follow you home.” She says smugly.

“Fine.” I hiss

            I hate letting people into my life.  I’m not very trusting.  And this girl just falls on me and then starts digging through my business?  This is exactly the reason I distance myself from other people.

“You’re a very angry person, are you not?” She inquires.

            Another reason why I hate people.  Telling me something about myself I already knew.  I keep walking and don’t respond.

            “And why, tell me, are you fetching water from so far away?  I thought people around here had running water in their houses.” She rambles.

            “They do.” I mumble.

            “Then why?” she asks, frustrated.

            “I’m being punished.” I murmur.

            I pull in front of her by quickening my pace.  She jogs to catch up.

            “Sounds fun!  What’d you do?” she asks with an innocent gleam in her eye.

            “I refused to get up this morning.” I can tell she’s not going to drop this.

            “I hate mornings.  That is why am nocturnal.  At least most of the time.”

            I look at her.  What a WEIRDO.  I don’t respond.

            “You seem to not like the warm weather or the sun, am I correct?”

            “How decisive of you.  That is correct.” I say

            “I don’t either.  You see in my village its cold and snows fairly often.  It is usually cloudy as well.  I think you would like it there.”

              “mmm…” I murmur.

            “I can get that water now if you want to go back.” She says with a somewhat concerned face, but it’s a little mischievous.

            “How?” I demand.

            A small smile enters her face.  She puts her hand out for the jug.   I give it to her.  “Now wait here.  Don’t move.”

            “Oka-“Before I can finish, she takes off running.  Wow she’s really fast.  She stops and kneels down on the dusty earth.  She glances back at me to see if I stayed.  When she sees me she flashes a smile and turns back to whatever she is doing.  Within 30 seconds she’s running back.  The jugs are filled and capped.  She reaches me and hands them both to me.

            “Wow…  How’d you do that?”  I ask skeptically.

            “You’ll find out soon enough.”  She says smugly.  “Can you purchase me juice perchance?”

            “Umm…  I don’t have money but since you’re following me home anyways I can make you some.” I Say, turning around to walk back.

            She turns after me.  “No money?  You have such nice clothes.”  She grabs my sleeve and examines it, turning it over.  “And you have enough money to have fruit in the house.  Even enough money to be well fed.”  I think I see a flash of sadness across her face but then it’s gone.  “I suppose your father doesn’t eat all the food.”

            “Well no, my parents are dead.”  I say bluntly.

            Her eyes widen and she looks up at me.  Her face is very sorrowful.  Her mouth is agape but her hands are covering it.

            “I am very sorry.  I wasn’t aware.  But I envy that.”  She says

            “No problem.  I’m over it” I say with a smirk.

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You can go back and edit it. Jus sayin. C u tomm.

[Lyfelucke]

I like the addition. Keep up the good work. I hope to read more.
"She glances back at me to see if in stayed", was this supposed to be "She glances back at me to see if I stayed"?