Orna Puella
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
31
Views:
3,727
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Fiction. Resemblance = accident. Copyrighted.
Part 1,chapter 2
- II -
Well, it was the end of my second week here and I felt somewhat okay. I was pretty friendly with Liz and a couple of other kids. I was ignored by the “clique,” which was more than fine with me, and I could care less about Michael Kennedy which made me feel enormously relieved. If I would have a crush on him, I would probably hide in the local monastery or something. He didn’t seem to care much about me either. I guess the fact that my dad was a cop did play in my favor.
So I was going to all my classes, doing my homework, cleaning house on weekends, and the life was pretty tolerable. It started to finally become boring and it made me almost happy. Boring is good. Boring is much better than eventful and tragic, believe me. I’ll take boring over exciting and unpredictable any day. I firmly believed that I had more than enough excitement in my life and I did not want any more.
On September sixteenth - or somewhere around there - Liz told me that we are invited to Kelsie’s birthday this weekend. She was so excited that she almost started jumping up and down while she was telling me. I sighed. Kelsie was one of the girls that I was actually friendly with. I guess I’ll have to go. It seemed like even such a small event as a birthday party was a great deal for some people around here. I never cared about parties and such, but I knew that if I won’t show up at Kelsie’s on Saturday, I’ll become her mortal enemy. So I told Liz that fine, I’ll go.
Liz immediately started chattering that we have to go shopping for dresses and birthday presents. I totally agreed with her on the presents part. I didn’t need a dress. I said that I would gladly shop with her but I am not buying one for myself. She blinked with great confusion but didn’t argue.
“We have to go today after school,” she said with great authority.
“It’s only Tuesday,” I tried to argue. “Can’t we go Thursday or Friday?”
“No,” she looked at me like I was saying something blasphemous. “We need to get the presents!! And we need to get the cards! And we have to wrap the presents and to sign the cards!”
Ugh. Seriously, it would take me probably less than two hours to do all that. Liz made it sound like it was something of epic proportions.
“Fine,” I sighed in defeat. “Let’s go today…”
“You need to get a dress, Kristine,” she frowned. “I mean, everyone will be there!”
“I don’t care,” I shrugged. “I’ll just wear one of my old dresses. It’s not like anyone saw me wear them before.”
“True,” she agreed reluctantly. “Okay, well… You will have to help me choose one then.”
“I will,” I nodded. “No need to freak out. I’ll help you.”
The trip to the local mall - which was maybe six or seven shops - turned out to be a four-hour long event. Liz tried on ten or so dresses and every single one of them looked fine to me. But she would always find something that she didn’t like. It was almost eight in the evening and I felt like crying. We got the presents, the cards, wrapping paper, and ribbons. Liz got her shoes and even a perfect bra, but still no dress. I shuddered at the thought that I would have to come back here with her tomorrow, when suddenly she let out a squeal and shoved her bags into my hands. Be still my heart, could it be...?
She raced to one of the racks and pulled out a dress that looked just like the last three she tried on. I kept my mouth shut, thinking that if she likes it and she buys it, I’ll probably dance the jig or something. She tried it on and announced that she was in love. Oh, thank God!
We finally left the mall and I swore to Liz that tomorrow we will wrap the presents and sign the cards. She finally agreed and drove me home. My dad was watching TV when I limped inside and he made a small “huh” sound when he saw my bags. I could understand his surprise. Ever since I moved in with him, I wouldn’t even say the word “shopping.” My mom and I used to shop together all the time before that blood vessel popped in her brain and he knew that.
We wouldn’t talk much about mom. I knew that they got divorced after he walked in on her while she was in bed with one of his friends. I guess I should’ve felt angry with her but I never did. And I never felt angry with my dad. It made me sad because I loved them both, but I couldn’t make myself feel angry with either one of them. Dad never talked about the whole infidelity thing and he would never try and make my mom look like the bad guy. He simply never mentioned her whenever I visited him, which was quite often.
He looked at me with curiosity and said:
“What did you buy?”
“A birthday present for Kelsie,” I sighed. “Her birthday is this Saturday and I have to go to the party.”
“Good God,” he laughed. “You make it sound like something really unpleasant.”
I shrugged.
“I don’t care about parties, dad. But I’ll go so Kelsie doesn’t poison me on Monday morning.”
“Right,” he laughed again. “Hey, who knows! Maybe you’ll have fun!”
“Maybe,” I grinned.
He was right. Maybe I would.
Well, it was the end of my second week here and I felt somewhat okay. I was pretty friendly with Liz and a couple of other kids. I was ignored by the “clique,” which was more than fine with me, and I could care less about Michael Kennedy which made me feel enormously relieved. If I would have a crush on him, I would probably hide in the local monastery or something. He didn’t seem to care much about me either. I guess the fact that my dad was a cop did play in my favor.
So I was going to all my classes, doing my homework, cleaning house on weekends, and the life was pretty tolerable. It started to finally become boring and it made me almost happy. Boring is good. Boring is much better than eventful and tragic, believe me. I’ll take boring over exciting and unpredictable any day. I firmly believed that I had more than enough excitement in my life and I did not want any more.
On September sixteenth - or somewhere around there - Liz told me that we are invited to Kelsie’s birthday this weekend. She was so excited that she almost started jumping up and down while she was telling me. I sighed. Kelsie was one of the girls that I was actually friendly with. I guess I’ll have to go. It seemed like even such a small event as a birthday party was a great deal for some people around here. I never cared about parties and such, but I knew that if I won’t show up at Kelsie’s on Saturday, I’ll become her mortal enemy. So I told Liz that fine, I’ll go.
Liz immediately started chattering that we have to go shopping for dresses and birthday presents. I totally agreed with her on the presents part. I didn’t need a dress. I said that I would gladly shop with her but I am not buying one for myself. She blinked with great confusion but didn’t argue.
“We have to go today after school,” she said with great authority.
“It’s only Tuesday,” I tried to argue. “Can’t we go Thursday or Friday?”
“No,” she looked at me like I was saying something blasphemous. “We need to get the presents!! And we need to get the cards! And we have to wrap the presents and to sign the cards!”
Ugh. Seriously, it would take me probably less than two hours to do all that. Liz made it sound like it was something of epic proportions.
“Fine,” I sighed in defeat. “Let’s go today…”
“You need to get a dress, Kristine,” she frowned. “I mean, everyone will be there!”
“I don’t care,” I shrugged. “I’ll just wear one of my old dresses. It’s not like anyone saw me wear them before.”
“True,” she agreed reluctantly. “Okay, well… You will have to help me choose one then.”
“I will,” I nodded. “No need to freak out. I’ll help you.”
The trip to the local mall - which was maybe six or seven shops - turned out to be a four-hour long event. Liz tried on ten or so dresses and every single one of them looked fine to me. But she would always find something that she didn’t like. It was almost eight in the evening and I felt like crying. We got the presents, the cards, wrapping paper, and ribbons. Liz got her shoes and even a perfect bra, but still no dress. I shuddered at the thought that I would have to come back here with her tomorrow, when suddenly she let out a squeal and shoved her bags into my hands. Be still my heart, could it be...?
She raced to one of the racks and pulled out a dress that looked just like the last three she tried on. I kept my mouth shut, thinking that if she likes it and she buys it, I’ll probably dance the jig or something. She tried it on and announced that she was in love. Oh, thank God!
We finally left the mall and I swore to Liz that tomorrow we will wrap the presents and sign the cards. She finally agreed and drove me home. My dad was watching TV when I limped inside and he made a small “huh” sound when he saw my bags. I could understand his surprise. Ever since I moved in with him, I wouldn’t even say the word “shopping.” My mom and I used to shop together all the time before that blood vessel popped in her brain and he knew that.
We wouldn’t talk much about mom. I knew that they got divorced after he walked in on her while she was in bed with one of his friends. I guess I should’ve felt angry with her but I never did. And I never felt angry with my dad. It made me sad because I loved them both, but I couldn’t make myself feel angry with either one of them. Dad never talked about the whole infidelity thing and he would never try and make my mom look like the bad guy. He simply never mentioned her whenever I visited him, which was quite often.
He looked at me with curiosity and said:
“What did you buy?”
“A birthday present for Kelsie,” I sighed. “Her birthday is this Saturday and I have to go to the party.”
“Good God,” he laughed. “You make it sound like something really unpleasant.”
I shrugged.
“I don’t care about parties, dad. But I’ll go so Kelsie doesn’t poison me on Monday morning.”
“Right,” he laughed again. “Hey, who knows! Maybe you’ll have fun!”
“Maybe,” I grinned.
He was right. Maybe I would.