Chapter 1
CHARLIES POV
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As I look from the window of my bedroom, the wind swaying my curtains along with my hair, I smell people. They don't smell good, but they smell familiar. I can smell the sea, and the tiniest bits of salt coming up with each wave. It's getting warmer outside, It's about June, or something like that.
I hear a knock on my door, and I call out "Yes?" I don't like talking, I've never liked talking, "What do you need?" I say to the person outside my door.
A small voice comes out the other side of the door, "Mom needs you," It's my sister Tori, or my closest thing to a friend in this hell of a world. "She says you need to meet someone, someone new." As I hear that, I stand up and grab my long coat, It covers my past scars and my lengthy arms, It's probably my favorite piece of clothing I currently own.
I open the door, hugging my sister to stop her from judging my terrible outfit choice. "You know who it is?" I murmur into her ear, not wanting my mom to hear us.
She looks at me, then looks downstairs, "Nah," She looks up at me, patting me on the shoulder and sending me off. "Goodluck." She says, before heading down the hall to the balcony.
I love my sister more then anyone, my mom has always loved me as a son, but she would hate me as a person, I don't talk to my dad anymore, and my grandma always comments on my weight or something. My sister; Tori, has been there when nobody else was. My first breakup, she hugged me through it, when our parents fought, she took me out to the shops; buying me things I didn't need but always wanted. I believe that if my sister wasn't here, I'd be dead by now.
I slumped down the stairs, my back looking as hunched as the back of a hunchbacked whale, my eyes gazing over the odd design on the rose colored carpet. As I look into the dining room, I see a man sitting at the table with my parents and I'm guessing his parents. His hair looks soft and flowy, and his arms are strong.
I walk into the dining room, my back straightens as I realize what's happening. "Yes?" I say to my mother and father, not daring to glance at the man sitting lazily in the mahogany colored seats, not wanting to make it awkward and accidently make eye contact, "Who is this, mother?" As I say that, she looks at me with her well-known stern eyes.
She grabs her wine glass, taking a sip and then setting it back down on the long table behind her. "His name is-"
The mans father interrupts her, dropping his glass onto the floor, then acting shocked. My mom looks at me and then back down at the mess on the floor. She looks at the maids scattered around the palace, and stares at the closest one, giving them a look that states, 'Clean that.'
Do people actually like working for her? Or is it for money? Probably money, because if I had to be a maid for my mother, (which I basically already am) there is no way I would enjoy that. I look at the maid in pity as she bends down and cleans the shattered glass on the floor, then reaching her hand to her waistband, taking out her trusted towel from her hand-made belt that carries everything she would need.
As the conversation drags on, I keep my posture structed and he has his posture the same as I had it earlier. He looks strong, but he seems lazy. "So, Charlie, what do you do in school currently?" As I respond, he interrupts me by squawking out for more of his current drink. I look at him with offense in my eyes, but I quickly look away and reset my face, going back to my polite smile, and he burps.
When the conversation ends at about 8pm, I slowly descent back up to my room after saying goodbye to all the guests. When I enter my room I see freshly baked muffins sitting on my bed, along with my sister Tori, my sister has always put all her emotions into baking. "Well? Are you going to sit down and eat or are you gonna keep staring?" She says too me. I rush over and sit down next to her.
Tori looks at me as I sit down and take a bite, "So, how did it go?" She asks me, pulling her legs up onto the bed and fixing her hair. "It went fine." I respond with, trying not too complain much about how he acted.
She looks at me as if i just slapped her across the face, blurting out, "Charles Francis Spring! You better not lie too me." She grabs my hand, giggling. "Seriously, how did it go? What's his name?" When she says that, I realize I don't know his name. "Err.. I never got his name."
My sister looks confused, tilting her head like a dog. "Eh? How did you not get his name?" She asks, letting go of my hands. "I don't know, he was kind of an asshole though so I don't really care." I respond with.
"Well I think its time I get some of my beauty sleep." I say as I rush her out, just trying to get some alone time. My sister says goodnight and leaves, leaving me alone in the quiet room by myself, giving me some time too think.
As I change out of my clothes, I think about the way I never got his name, rolling my eyes about how lazy he was. Whatever, I'll probably never see him again. I turn off the lights, then lay down on my bed, my shoulders looking like they just had a 50 pound weight slip off of them and a sigh of oxygen coming out of my lungs that I never knew I had.
It was weird, and he was weird, but whatever. My eyes slowly close and I drift off to sleep, still thinking about the guy that I had met a few hours ago.