Chapter 2

Chapter 2

As I walk to the common room in the Mosaic household, I heard a voice that I have been hearing ever since I came to this place but this year it’s stronger than it has ever been before and I don’t know why. But if I tell anyone they will, almost certainly say I’m crazy and send me to a mental hospital, in addition I know that my cousin is in one till this very moment and will forever remain there ‘till she dies.

            “Why are you still alone, when your friends are having the night of their lives?” hisses the voice in my head. He’s not like my conscience because it speaks to me… like a normal person. And he’s not a figure of my imagination; it’s like he’s really there.

As I walk I see one other person his name is Mathew. I don’t know him all too well but Carly says that he likes me. Yeah right, Mathew likes me? The outcast? Right. Obviously I don’t believe her because; she also thinks that there are Brownies that live under her bed called Miffle, Flib, and Marven. I think that she’s just joking around but whenever I say that they are not real she flips out on me so I try to not argue with her about them it’s kind of like she sees a different world that no one else can see.

Warren waves to me I smile back but also keep walking to my dorm. Warren has a dark skin tone with very dark brown hair and with deep brown eyes. Most think he’s really cute, but to me he’s just a regular boy like everyone else. But yes he is cute.

            When I see the entrance to the Mosaic household I start to sprint to the door. The Mosaic household’s entrance looks very … unique. The walls are made of pure, solid, white marble. The banisters above your head as you walk in to the corridors have silver and gold vines swerving around the marble banisters. As the vines swerve around, they move and blossom into large flowers in stunning colors you didn’t even know existed then they go back and forth along the marble banisters and change back to just vines and come back out with a variety of new colors. I’m still amazed when I walk through and I’ve lived here since I was three years old.

On the wall is a picture of Professor Mortimer Black. Around the picture are lots of black and gray and olive green on the curved ends of the frame. The colors mixing together to get a beautiful sense of what kind of person he really is once you get to know him. On the door it says in gold paint that sparkles as walk by, Zany and dangerous but charming and lovable which makes it the hardest to be desired.

 I find this ironic because it the opposite with me, everyone ridicules me and harasses me because I’m different. I’m an orphan. I have only two friends and I’ve lived here since I was three and I call all the teachers by their first name because they pretty much raised me. So yes I guess I am different. Oh and I’ve been know to do some pretty freak things. Like for example; I through a chair out the window in class one day … without touching it. Plus, I was across the room.

The hall to my room has the same pure white marble walls as the entrance to the Mosaic household. Instead of the twirling many colored flowers around the banister there are just vines all up the marble walls. The vines changing color from a dark silvery gold to a dark mousy green. Dark black mixed with a semi dark gray Christmas ornament like balls made of hand blown glass come down from inside the ceiling and float there. Appearing and disappearing into the ceiling.

As I walk into the hall its pitch black with only candle light to illuminate the hall, since it’s after dark. The hall is silent. Nothing makes a sound. Just, how I like it. I smile as the sound of silence reaches my ears. As I walk the floor makes no noise at all. Past all the other doors that belong to the other roommates, mine is the door at the end of the hall on the wall that ends the corridor. I finally get there and walk through to find everything the way I left it. My book shelf that reaches the ceiling still all the way full with random fiction books, my olive green comforter all tangled up laying on the floor next to my bed while my sea green pillow lays on the top of the very messy bed, and my laptop on the desk by the door with only a sparkling snow Yankee candle to light the desk; A bunch of books with pens and pencils lay across the desk. My chair is in the opposite corner of the room. Opposite of to tangled bed. The chair is a light burgundy color with numerous stacks of books next to it with about 10 to 20 books in each stack.

Ah, feels just like home to me. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Nice detail explanation you do in every chapter I've read so far. A little fast paced in my opinion, but it's still an okay write. I have a couple questions, and I hope some will be answered soon