This unfamiliar world was filled with so many surprises.
My 'father' was on the ground floor waiting for a woman that looked like she was middle-aged beside him whom I immediately concluded was his wife. Well, who wouldn't?
She was dressed like the mistress of the house dressed in a silver dress. You know there are times when you might see something that you are not sure of after just a single glance.
I don't know if you have experienced this before but that was what I experienced when I thought they actually truly woven from pure silver thread.
You know teenagers are very curious people and I was one so that must have been the reason why I glanced back at the cloth she wore and back again until my gaze was fixed on it as I tried to under how someone could weave a piece of fabric to make such dress from pure silver.
Did you just ask if my eyes were hurt from the lights the gown reflected?
It did hurt a lot but it was still mesmerizing especially perhaps because I have never seen any but maybe you have, you know.
My mother was not one to wear such flashy clothes. I have never heard before but I was very sure that my mother was praised for her elegance, at least I praise her for it.
I don't know . . . You might not know but I am not a huge fan of fashion but I found her dress to be very interesting. I became more curious the more I stared at the gown.
Questions like, what the length of the gown was, was it transparent, was it tight? You know and many more popped up on my mind as I looked at the very unfamiliar fashion.
"Pervert," I heard from a female voice behind me.
I scoffed before turning to see the beautiful girl perhaps almost twenty or twenty on the dot. She was dressed in a purple gown covered in purple stones I was unfamiliar with.
Now, let's forget about her proud beauty and pardon me for that because I am someone who can't see something beautiful without praising it in my mind without saying it out except to my mother.
She actually called me a pervert. This was the first time in all my lives, I mean my literal two lives that someone got lucky enough or even got the guts to call me a pervert.
I gave her a questioning look like what gave her the right to call me a perv. I felt offended and my ego felt hurt. If it was a guy, I will most likely have sent a punch to his guts but it was a girl.
I pressed my lips together and bit inside my lower lips as my eyes twitched as I tried my hardest to come up with something to say to the girl.
I was not a pervert. Did she really think I was looking at her mother's dress because I was interested in her mother?
She must be a fool if she thought that way. People have to be really careful in such a world because I could obviously stare.
Don't mind me because it seems I have forgotten that it was also rude to state on earth.
I was the most attractive among everyone in this room and most people will blush if they see me stare at them that way but it was rude, right?
Okay, then.
I shook my head at the girl I could conclude was my sister, the one I might have to replace at a wedding if the fourth impossible thing happens.
"The dress was . . . I was wondering if the fabric was woven from silver or . . .?" I asked to satisfy my curiosity. I have already been called a pervert could it get any worse? I might as well get the answer I wanted.
"You are crazy," she told me with the disgust she felt towards me very evident on her face.
I swallowed. I was trained for this. My father only got me to read books about becoming a good leader and those types of books, you know what I mean right?
I have never read anything or learned how to cope with such a gaze that made me into something more worthless than a cockroach.
My mind went blank. I have been stared at in disgust but I never missed the look of fear and hidden respect they had towards me.
You must be wondering where I saw something like that but you must remember what I said earlier about my death, right?
So, I was talking about the bullies. They bullied me but they could not hide the respect they had for me, after all, I was the only heir to the wealth my father had and it will simply take me to open my mouth to report them for their lives to be ruined.
My father was strict but he will stop at nothing to destroy the life of anyone who hurts his child. He would rather beat me himself than hear that I got beaten up.
Well, that's that about my life on earth. Don't blame me for those diversions because I simply miss home and I was forced to play 'house' with these strangers.
"You know I look best among us all," I decided to say something crazy since she had already called me crazy.
I could see her white smooth skin turn red due to the strong feeling of anger she felt towards me because that could not be due to admiration or embarrassment.
"Crazy bastard," she repeated the word crazy and I concluded that that was the only word she had in her word bank of insults.
She rolled her eyes in a manner that made me wince since I had a vague idea of how painful that must be to her eyes.
I was yet to see any cell phones. They looked like they had more advanced technology than anywhere on earth but I wondered why smartphones were not included.
I really wished I had either a camera or smartphone to take a picture. The background, check. My outfit, check. The lighting, check. Hot handsome model, check. The camera was what was missing.
Too bad.