Discovered
“Wake up, sleeping beauty. I have no prince
here to wake you with a kiss.” I fell asleep while she was working on my room.
Whoa! Is this still my room? It looks so so…
“Clean.”
“Yep, I cleaned it up for you. All
your clothes are put away nicely. I also found this locket under a pile of your
clothes. It’s so pretty, why don’t you wear it?” That stupid locket. I hate it.
“Gold really isn’t my color.”
Actually, the stupid locket is a joke and I hate wearing because my grandmother
gave it to me.
“Can I put it on?”
“Please be my guest.” I’d give it to
you if I could. In fact, how about you see how beautiful you are really deep in
your soul.
“Wow! It’s so beautiful! You’re so
luck to have something as beautiful as this!” She’s spinning around as if she
was wearing a dress. It’s only a freakin necklace. But then what if she
actually is an orphan and doesn’t have nice things like this.
“You should open it.” I wonder what
she’ll see in the mirror. I hope it doesn’t make her cry.
“Are you sure I should open it?” Why
does she think something is going to pop out and scare her?
“Yes, I’m sure.” Look at her open it
slowly as if her touch can make it fall apart.
“Wow! Who is that beautiful picture
of in your locket? Is it your mom?”
“What are you talking about? It’s a
mirror!” My first response is to grab it out of her hands. “I just see myself
in it.”
“I don’t look like that in normal
mirrors. Are you joking with me?”
“I swear on my life this locket is a
mirror. It is a mirror that shows what you truly look like in your soul. Can I
look at it while you do?”
“I don’t know. I’m slightly creep-ed
out by your mirror locket.”
“Please, I want to see how beautiful
your soul is.”
“Can’t you already tell that without
looking at the mirror with me?” What is she talking about? She’s just as weird
as my grandmother.
“No I don’t think so.”
“Oh.” Now she has a sad face on.
What is her problem? What did I say wrong? Why am I always the bad guy?
“You know for my birthday, I’m gonna
give you my locket. I think it looks better on you and apparently you know how
it works better than I do. So please take it.” I handed her the stupid
torturous necklace because I never want to see it again. Knowing her, she’ll
hide it in her shirt when she wears it.
“Okay, I’ll take care of it until
you understand it better. But I won’t keep it.” Ugh! Why can’t you just keep
it?! You annoy me so much I don’t even know why we are friends.
“Sounds good.” What a lie.
“Ladies, it is time for supper.” Ew,
Grandmother’s voice gives me the creeps. I really do believe she is an old hag,
but only I’m allowed to call her that. Wow, walking down these stairs as slow
as Dalila is a work out. I usually just fly down faster than Grandmother can
say food. Ugh, step by step, inch by inch. I’m gonna grow old walking down
these steps. Finally, the main floor!
“Well done, you got down the stairs
in less than a half an hour.” Opps did I say that out loud.
“What?” Good she didn’t understand
or hear me.
“Nothing just making a joke. The
kitchen slash dinning room is this way.” Few, that was a close one. She
probably would have cried.
“This house is so big! I’d be
embarrassed to invite you over my house.” Ha, invite me over her house.
Grandmother would never let me go anywhere.
“Dalila, I’m so glad you could come
here.” Is Grandmother embracing her? She barely touches me when we hold hands
to pray, but she is hugging my friend. I think everyone wants me to hate her
today. Stupid, Dalila. “You can sit next to me at the table. Ruta, you can sit
next to her.” The farther away from you the better you creepy woman. Gosh,
you’re almost as creepy as the Principle. You could be related. Or maybe you
are related.
“So I went to the Principle’s three
times today. My all time record.” I brag about it as if my grandmother cares.
Ha, she hates me. Just look at that face of disappoint and disgust. Those beady
little eyes of pure hatred for me. Go ahead Grandmother your hatred only makes
me stronger.
“I know. He called me.” Wow, that’s
all you’ve got to say for today. Dalila puts you in a good mood. Usually, I’d
be sent to my room cause you wouldn’t want to look at me. “Let us pray.” You’re
so religious and you’re a jerk. I never want to serve the god you do. “Gracious
God above, thank you for your many blessings. Amen.” Short and sweet just how I
like them. No sermon before dinner today. “So Dalila, tell me about yourself.
I’ve only heard a little from the Principle when he called to ask if you could
come over.” I’m sure he actually talked about her a lot to you and on multiple
occasions.
“Well, Mrs.-”
“You can call me Grandmother if
you’d like.” What the fudge?! Who is this woman and why does my freaky
grandmother like her so much? I’m just gonna glare at her now. Of course Dalila
is smiling. She probably doesn’t have grandparents.
“Oh well, Grandmother, I’m a
straight A student. I do a lot of volunteer work. I want to be a lawyer,
doctor, or maybe the president.”
“Yes, yes, I know about your school
life. Tell me about your parents.” Oh she hit the soft spot. Mean old lady,
can’t you give the girl a break.
“I don’t normally like to talk about
my parents. My father is rather mysterious. He prefers I not share who he is.
My mother is very kind though, but father tells me not to talk about her
either.”
“You’re father being the principle?”
Old hag say, WHAT?! Dalila is related to the principle. No wonder he doesn’t
have a last name. He doesn’t want people to know his daughter goes to his
school. This is crazy!
“How did you know?” Look at Dalila’s
face. I wish I had a camera. Now she knows how creepy my life is.
“We have a lot to talk about,
Dalila. Ruta, leave us.” Of course I get kicked out. Even on my birthday
because it isn’t important to my grandmother either. Whatever, stupid. Why
bother even saying something. I’ll just slip away.
“Bye, Ruta. See you tomorrow I
guess.” Guess we won’t say goodbye later.
“Yeah see ya.” I can hear
Grandmother shaking her head. That woman is unbelievable.
All right so here is what I know.
The principle likes me. We are friends now and he tried to comfort me when I
cried which is a crazy weird thing that is totally out of character for him. He
got Grandmother to say yes to Dalila coming over because it is his daughter,
but I thought he said she is an orphan. Maybe she is adopted. Guess it isn’t
easy having a creepy Father like the principle. Now why would Grandmother say
that part in front of me and not everything else? What else could they be
hiding from me? Like seriously, is this just something I have to find out all
on my own? Who made the rules to the game of my life? Also, why does the locket
mirror make Dalila look beautiful, but I just look the same? I wish I could
have seen what she had seen. Darn her insecurities. Why did she think I should
see what her soul looks like without the mirror? That is the whole part of the
mirror, isn’t it? I feel like I am on a wild goose chase. Maybe they are better
at covering their tracks than I thought. Oh gosh, Dalila is in on it. She acts
like she’s poor when really she is not. Stupid lying friend I have. My life is
all a lie. I bet my mother isn’t dead, but my grandmother faked her death so
that she could own me and lock me up. Why is everyone against me anyway? What
the heck did I do, but become a victim of tragedy? It isn’t my fault I was born
beautiful. Maybe it is better if I’m ugly looking. Who really cares anyways,
but me? Who even bothers to see me anyway? What would change if looked as
beautiful as I am? There is the mirror. The one I hide from Grandmother if she
ever decides to come into my room. Piece by piece, I take off the baggy clothes
till I only have my under garments left on. There is my body. It’s perfect.
Slowly take out the bun. There is my hair. It’s perfect. I take off the
glasses. What would people do if they saw this part of me? Would they still
reject me? I’ve never felt so insecure in my own skin. I wish I were never
born. Guess I’m sleeping nude tonight. It’s only 7:30, but I don’t do homework
and I feel tired and sad anyway. Might as well sleep. I wish I could sleep
forever. No more figuring things out. No more being hated by the only person
that is related to me. Maybe I’m the orphan. I don’t belong here. I just wish I
was-
