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Here's the pic of the sigil described in the story.
Sorry there's too much monologue and less talking in this chapter.
I pull over at the apartment garage.
I'm so stressed out. Between dealing with Tammy's twisted dynamic with her "friend" Grayson, who is a major douche by the way, and having to drive Penelope down to her grandmas house at New Jersey.
I feel my bones aching. I first place my head on the steering wheel and groan at the thought of having to walk up to my apartment.
Sure there's an elevator but I'll still have to work. Mister Dacoasta did not go easy on AP chemistry today. Let me tell you having to maintain the pride your teacher has on you isn't easy.
Whenever Mister Dacoasta asks a question and no one answers, he turns to me to answer.
I lazily draw myself out of the car and walk into the elevator. My head shakes to the elevator music, standing in silence before it finally opens and I find my way into my apartment.
I switch the lights on as I walk inside. Ginger isn't home, just when I could really use a Ginger, his probably in New Jersey, something about seeing a friend or along that line.
The first scent to hit my nose is that of cinnamon and ice? No I think it's actually Cinnamon and shaved ice. Yeah that's right shaved ice.
I throw my keys on the ground and slowly strip out of my clothes as I head to my bathroom. I'm not the messy part, when you've lived with Ginger all your life you learn to be quite useful around the house.
I like my environment nice, and tidy, I'm always clean, but in this case I happen to be more tired than usual. I feel like my bones are aching and all I did was go to school.
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I begin to whistle and shake my butt subtlety. Then slowly the words of the song comes out of my mouth.
"I like big butts and I can not lie" I whisper-sing, adding bubbles to my hot bath water.
"Mama's gonna have herself a bubble bath." I say, hopping into my hot bubbly bathtub.
A soft sigh escapes me. Yeah this feels nice, and calming.
"I love bubbles!" I whisper-yell, too tired to actually let the words out as I play with the bubbles in the water.
Some might say this is too childish but I've always been this way. Immature might be the right word to describe, but is that wrong? I like playing, I like childish things, the world from a more cheerful view is easy, simple, without the unnecessary complications of life.
When I was in highschool I was mocked a lot. It was always I was too smart, I was too rich and a spoiled brat, or just too immature and childish. Why do people always find something wrong with others? I mean how about you focus on your own life and find what makes you, you instead.
Ginger always said it is because their sad, they can't see the world as I do so their sad, and because their sad they want to make others sad to make themselves feel better.
My eyes are closed at the moment as I enjoy my warm bath. That's until I hear something. A gentle whisper in my ear, entangled with the wind and finds it's way within my hearing.
My forehead creases, at it, bit I ignore it and continue enjoying my bath.
"....." I hear the whisper again, and this time my eyes open, and my expression contorts into a full out frown.
"...." Another whisper blows within my hearing again.
"Hello!" I yell.
This time instead of a whisper I hear a crashing noise. I gasp and quickly come out of my bathtub.
I wrap a towel around my body and drain the bubbly water.
"Hello," I ask, rather than yell.
Another crash comes from my kitchen, and I subconsciously jerk back.
"Is someone in hear?!" I yell, slowly stalking away from my dark hallway to inside my kitchen.
There's multiple crash this time, and I don't stop to think as I immediately run into my kitchen.
My jaw drops, and I stumble back, hanging around the open door of my kitchen.
"Jesus Christ!" I yell out, eyes wide at the sight in front of me.
The big white ball with threads of black entangling around it bounces from my kitchen counter to the roof of my kitchen.
The big white ball keeps bouncing and since I can't keep it in I let out a loud scream.
I keep screaming, running down my hall to my living room with just my towel on.
Something flies over my back, taking a wild wind with it. I feel myself losing balance as the white light bounces around my living room, carrying wind with it.
The papers on my small low table flies up and slaps against my door. Words, words begin to write itself on the papers with ink that just suddenly appear on it like the words.
I stumble back, eyes wide, I can't stop screaming at the mortifying sight.
When the writing stops I realizing its not writing at all it's a drawing. A curved line with two dots up and down the curved line.
I watch, my body quivering in fear as the drawing begins to glow. The white light circling itself around my house house suddenly goes literally right through me and into the drawing, making it glow even brighter.
I squint my eyes, and bring my and upon them as the glowing becomes an almost blinding light.
Then suddenly I'm thrown across the living room, ending up on the ground against the wall across my living room.
My eyes flutter, I stare at the wall that the paper was against just now.
I involuntarily blink at the blur that passes me and all of a sudden I'm face to face with a familiar face.
Fiery red hair that reaches the sides of his neck. Bright green eyes that are currently glowing and staring into mine like it wants to burn pass them.
I find myself in a trance as I squint my eyes, and raise my hand up at the face of the man bent before me.
A euphoric electricity shocks through me when my fingers grazes his cheekbones, that seem to have white hue highlights on them.
My lips part at the contact, and I suck I'm a breath, when something spears into my head.
His hands swoop me off my feet, literally, carrying me bridal style.
"You're gonna tell me where your home is okay? I'm Sáint by the way" I hum at the admission.
"Sáint" I breathe, and I can literally feel the shock of euphoric electricity that shocks down my spine.
Author's blurb
I wasn't planning on making the chapters of this book this short but it just keeps happening guys.
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