![]() CHAPTER TWOA Chapter by Gen EscardaI just wanted a quiet place alone.
Near the woods, away from the people, where I could feel and get a lot of
nature. It’s like my safest haven. I actually had my secret hideout there that
even Empress didn’t know, and I never wanted her to. It’s just a small tree
house that I have built for how many months. It’s basically a pile of leaves
and woods that I saw everywhere in the woods. The tree that I have chosen to
build a tree house with had a small trunk yet healthy in leaves, you wouldn’t
see the tree house itself, like a camouflage. And I put a little swing under
it, just a rope; which was knotted in one of the thick branches, and with a
piece of wood as my seat. And from the tree house with a swing, it was facing the
lagoon. When I got to the lagoon, I fed up
those beautiful koi fish with fish feeds like I was their owner. After feeding
them, I had some swings for a while then I climbed up my tree house. Every time
I go inside my tree house, I was feeling like it’s just my first time seeing
it. I mean, I still get amazed with my own work and this really made me love
the place even more. It’s just a small tree house, with bookshelves on all
sides, a lamp, a cooler and a comforter with throw pillows. Note that my
opening passage was located at the floor part, at the corner of it. I also made
the whole floor carpeted; preferable, a red carpet. Who would not love this
place right? It was too awesome. It still amazes me, every time. My cooler was filled with bottles
of Vodka. Since I wasn’t still allowed to drink, I just kept all those vodka’s
in my hideout. But I swear, I never had cigars. Never. Before I took my rest in
the most comfortable way, I lit up the lamp, got a chilled bottle of vodka,
grabbed for a book, and lied halfway with my upper back on the other shelf and
put a throw pillow between my back and the shelf for support, and the rest on
the floor. “This is so perf.” After 3 hours of reading, almost sleepy. I could
feel the cold breeze of the forest as it went in and out my wall full of small
holes. My phone rang. I rushed to my bag, looked for the phone and damn, it was
almost 6PM. “I’m
sure as s**t dead with my mom. Ugh.” I said to myself before answering the
phone. I cleared my throat. “Uhm, Hi mom!”
“France, where are you? It’s almost
6 young lady.” “Sorry mom, I fell asleep…” woops.
Wrong move! “Fell asleep where? Thought you
were at school? Where are you Frances Blaire?” her voice wasn’t worried at all
now. I’m totally screwed. “Uhm… at… at the… oh. At the field
in our school. I was reading under a huge oak tree then fell asleep. Yeah. At
the oak tree.” Wew. “Ok then, just go home and we’ll
have dinner. In 30 minutes. Take care.” Then she hung up. I rushed and arrived home in 22 minutes. Close
enough. And whoa, Empress was there at the dining table together with mom. “Why
are you here?” “You
should’ve greeted me Hi instead?” She laughed. “Hi.
Seriously. WHY.” Then she stood up from her seat, walked towards me and put her
arms around my neck. “Oh…
you smell like…” “WOW
MOM! Is that a roasted turkey for dinner?!” I said pointing the turkey in the
table with fake excitement just to cut Empress off. Double screwed, if ever. “Yes.
You two pretty girls take a sit and eat, before Mr. Turkey got bored and walks
away for not being wolfed down.” We all took our own seats and pig out for Mr. Turkey
until silence came in. Awkward. “uhm.
So what are you into now, Empress? Not seen you for weeks? I guess?” Mom’s good
at breaking the silence. “I’m
doing good Auntie, nothing new.” She called my mom auntie though we were not
even in the same bloodline. “Tell
your parents to come over here sometimes so we can have dinner together.” Mom smiled. “I
will. Thanks Auntie.” They kept on chatting while I was eating silently
because the turkey was just WOW. Literally, speechless. “Oh
Auntie, can France go out with me tonight? Uhm, some sort of a girl’s night
out? Please Auntie? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE?” She gave mom a puppy eyes. “And
where are you going then?” “Just
at the house? Movie watching with the other girls… yeah.” She said then turned
her head on me with a crooked smile. “Can
I come, mom?” I said, I felt forced. ”Oh
sweetie, of course you can! I know you’re safe at Mr. and Mrs. Parker’s
residence.” She said, pinching my cheeks. “Aweee
so sweet. Thanks Auntie, I’ll sure take care of your baby France.” That was
kind of scary, I somewhat got nervous. “You
have to. So France, pack up after you’re done with Mr. Turkey.” “Thanks
Mom.” I could see happiness, with touches of evilness, on
Empress’ face. I finished my dinner, and went straight up my room to pack for
this “over night”. Empress was there, sitting at the edge of my bed. Criticizing
how bad my clothes were. “Sorry
Ms. perfect-slash-hottie, I don’t wear those sexy clothes that you are wearing,
ok. We’ve been best friends for like, years. How can you still not know that,
huh?” “But
tonight is the exception.” She said, grinning at me. Oh no. “But..” “No
But’s! I’ll let you borrow my clothes.” “Just
don’t make me wear skirts and those which will expose my b***s.” “Jogging
pants and long-sleeves turtle neck then?” She said sarcastically. “Preferably.”
I deadpanned. “Whatever
Frances Blaire, you will never ever get a hot guy with those.” “Well.
I don’t want to get a guy just because of my b***s or a*s either.” “It’s
not like that okay. This just suits for guys but… grow some balls dude.” I laughed there. But whatever, I was really not
interested with sexy clothes or anything. Maybe a hoodie, skinny jeans and a
pair of sneakers and viola, that iss Frances Blaire. And I wasn’t in the mood
yet to date. Not yet. As
I finished packing up clothes and toiletries, we moved down stairs to tell mom
we were leaving. Empress turned her BMW’s engine on and honked at me telling I
should hop in now. And so I did and we left. © 2014 Gen EscardaReviews
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1 Review Added on March 27, 2014 Last Updated on March 27, 2014 Author![]() Gen EscardaBulacan, NCR, PhilippinesAboutI'm 17. Living in the other side of the world. I'm a fan of a lot of things, music, books, bands, tv shows and movies.. even food. And I've been into writing back when i was still in grade school but .. more..Writing
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