Could You Be Less Obvious??
1035 Words
I look around for the best way to sneak out without being seen. After today’s events I am too emotionally exhausted to deal with anything else. My luck is something else why can’t I just catch a break? I manage to sneak out but not without being seen. Alexander had seen me but he did not try and stop me or talk.
I let out a breath I did not even realize I was holding. It was bad enough that when I seen him I wanted to run to him. Then sneaking out my heart hurt, I feel so sad that he did not even bother to try to talk with me. My feelings for a guy I don’t even know is crazy he has only spoke to me out of obligation to help me when I was lost. That and he’s with Dorthy and I guarantee she won’t tolerate me talking with him.
A lone tear escaped my eye n runs down my cheek. What is wrong with me there is no way I am crying right now. I need a nap to calm my emotions because this feels crazy. I may need to talk with a therapist just till I get settled since this maybe normal after moving from home. We will see after I come back from my birthday.
I walk back to my room and finish cleaning my side noticing that Dorthy’s side is spotless already but she’s gone. I am not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth because I sure don’t need her around. I know she is the one to trash my room. My alarm goes off and I walk down the hall to change the laundry over.
My lucks the best I open the washer and my once beautiful cream and gold comforter is black. I am confused for all of 5 seconds when I see a bottle of black cloth dye in the trash bin. Dorthy must have put this in my wash cycle. I refuse to give her the satisfaction so I look it over the black has covered the red paint perfectly. I am gonna take this as a win and just dry my comforter.
Maybe if I don’t acknowledge her she will get bored and stop. I opted to stay with my laundry this time for no additional issues. Scrolling through my phone I send a quick message to Va Lara that she’s welcome to come Sunday if she wanted. She replied back that she would see if she could get a girl to cover her shift. I really didn’t want to have to go alone even though it’s my party I wouldn’t know anyone.
I spent my entire life as a loner because of how strict my mom was most of my friends wouldn’t dare come over. My parents pushed me to focus on school and work above a social life. Looking back all the kids that came over only once before making excuses every time after. Every parent pushes their child to succeed though and even if my mom was strict I understood why.
Having a workaholic mom, she would definitely want me to be as or more successful as her. I am thankful that she taught me good work ethic and to push myself. When I confessed that I wanted to be a pediatric orthopedic surgeon my mom was disappointed in me. I know you’re thinking that’s crazy who wouldn’t want a child to be a surgeon umm my mom apparently.
She wanted me to work for her company and we butted heads because I don’t have a business passion. It took a few months for her to finally let me apply to medical school and I honestly think she hoped I would not get approved. Much to her disappointment I not only got approved but was offered a full ride including room and board. I still needed to pay for books and food but I could go anywhere without her having to pay for it.
With the dryer bringing me out of my thoughts I head back to make my bed. Dorthy was inside with some loud cartoon on screaming again. I noticed her side eye me while I was quietly making my bed. The look of disappointment when I did not have a thing to say to her confirmation that she was pushing my buttons to get a rile out of me. Too bad for her I wasn’t going to be an easy victory.
I pulled my work clothes out for my first day tomorrow and head to the bathroom to prepare for bed. The diner wanted me there by 10am. I head to bed and was disappointed to not be greeted by Nyoka. Instead I dream of the story she told me and the dark witch’s after the princess. I dreamed of giant dragons and an array of other creatures.
The dream wasn’t scary but it was not comforting either. The thought of why a white witch would turn dark crossed my mind. The confusion on how that was even possible if all witch’s were white witches AKA good witches what must one do to become an ugly dark witch? Can a dark witch return to be a white witch once a they are turned dark?
How did they all change so quickly? Uggh I don’t even know why I was questioning this like it had any merit or meaning to my life. I internally face palmed myself. I really could not stop my thoughts though with questions about the story. How did the girl escape and what happened to the Seer? Why were so many lives lost? I kept letting the questions eat me because my mind had no answers.
I would normally be anxious about starting the new job but not this time I am actually anxious over a dream hahaha. Yeah definitely need to seek therapy. Maybe I am the one having a mental breakdown? That would explain a lot about my insane emotions with Alexander and my new anxiety’s about this dream. I will try and be more emotionally stable tomorrow. If not my boss may fire me right from the start.
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