Gender: Female
Status: Single
Age: 21
Sign: Taurus
City: Happy Valley
State: Oregon
Country: US
Signup Date: 4/9/2005
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Friday, May 23, 2008 1:19 AM
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Current mood:  aggravated
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
I think I'm going to eat somebody today. I am very close to snapping at all the stupidity that's been displayed this week. What is it? Stupid Week? A parade for all the idiots out there? MY GOD!!
Ok ok. Let me explain where all this anger has come from. Normally, I can handle two stupid people in a week at most. I'm a pretty controlled person usually. But people have just been pushing all of my buttons. Firstly, I got a mother and daughter pair of gypsies in my line... Sunday. And they haggled me and argued, and yelled and bitched. Because they'd rubbed the ink off the tickets of some towels to make it look like a different price. And I can clearly see that it's 5 dollars. And not 1. I'm not an idiot, and thank you very much, but I do have eyes. And they're all like "so you're not gonna honor it?! blah blah blah bitch bitch!!!" And I'm like "uh, no, because I can plainly see that it's five dollars and it's ringing up the same amount."
Meanwhile, Loss Prevention is calling me every thirty seconds and snapping at me not to let them haggle yadda yadda and to call them if there are any problems. Which was really annoying because I had it just fine. They certainly thought I was a dumbass. Sheesh. So they stupids finally leave, and who calls five seconds later? LP!! What a surprise? To which they start hounding me, and asking why they left, what was the bag they had, etc. And I'm like "I don't know. I'm not the one following them through the store, so I really wouldn't know what bags they had before coming to me. Maybe you should do your jobs better. Bye, now."
So yeah. Stupids number one.
Then yesterday, I had more hagglers. Over a damned bike. They're all like '10 percent off. It's supposed to be that off the sale price!"
And I'm like no. It's ten off the original. I even called the Home manager to confirm for them. And do they believe me? No. They start cussing me out. And then leave their small kid at my register to go argue with the home manager. And then they finally decide not to get the bike after half an hour, and I need an override... and there's a line. UGH!
But oh no, that's not the icing on the cake. What was the most supreme stupid of yesterday, was when i gave some guy his 62 cents in change and he puts it in his pocket only to start bitching at me seconds later about how i didn't give him his change. And I'm like "Sir, i gave you your change. I watched you put it in your pocket."
And he starts looking through all his stuff and not finding anything like a dumbass. And then he starts yelling at me, and was like "so am i gonna have to wait here all day for you to open up your register and give me your change?!"
and i repeat my previous statement. and finally he goes for his pocket and throws his change on the counter. And I look at him, look at the change and then look at him again and say, "Sir, there are two quarters, one dime, and two pennies more than was there previously. there's your change. have a nice day."
And I turn to my next customer and ignore him. However, he wasn't done with me yet. He decides to butt in again and say, "I thought we were talking about ten bucks here!!"
And i look at him again, point to his receipt and say "look at your receipt. it says 62 cents. learn math, sir." and after that i refused to acknowledge him again.
And then today. Oh, today was real fun. One of my mom's bill collector's called and i was perfectly nice and said, "she's not here at the moment, can i take a message for you?"
and he just responds "who is this? debra... come on now debra. i think i know your voice by now." and keeps repeating, "debra i know your voice debra debra i think i know your voice by now!" (debra is my mom's name)
and i'm all like (in my head (who does this hoebag think he is? my god. he obviously doesn't know her voice as well as he thinks cause we sound nothing alike...)
but i reply, "i'm her daught-" and of course he cuts me off saying the same stuff, until finally i lost my patience and snapped, "list, you hoebag, i'm her daughter. and you're a little psychotic. i'm hanging up now. goodbye."
and i hung up.
MY GOD, I cannot deal with any more of these people. I think I'm going to pulverize the next one I have to deal with. You guys have no clue how close i am to snapping at this point. there's only so much stupidity i can take!
AAAARGH!!
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Sunday, September 17, 2006 11:51 PM
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Current mood:  dorky
i picked myself up a book today at barnes and nobles. i was in looking for a book to research on something and they didn't have it, so i instinctively drifted over the the manga section. and what do i find there? CANTARELLA. oh, yes, it's kick ass. It takes place in renaissance, italy and the lead character so far reminds me of damon salvatore from the vampire diaries in ways. it's kind of funny. and there was an almost man-rape in the first few pages. ee. Cantarella: "Drink from the cup of Borgias... If you dare! From birth, Cesare Borgia is surrounded by shadows. Damned by his own father, hated by his closest brother, seperated from the siter who loves him, and driven by the demons of Hell itself, his quest for power threatens to set the world of Renaissance Italy ablaze- unless one innocent person can drive away the poisonous shadows ravaging him! Enter the world of the Borgias. A world of unspeakable conspiracies and forbidden desires. A family whose murderous intrigues would make them infamous throughout history. A history written in blood... and poison called Cantarella." Ee, does that not sound nifty? I'm glad I found it amass the row upon rows of mangas. And I recommend it to those who like manga. oh, and, to finish... CESARE: 
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Sunday, September 17, 2006 12:35 AM
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Current mood:  angry
I fucking hate ignorant and close-minded people. I decided to share something about myself, something very important to me, with one of my friends, and he decides to condemn me for it and insult me and my other best friend. I refuse to stand for that. I dont care mosty of the time if I'm insulted. But is a supposed friend condemns me for something that's a part of who I am, then theyre gone. And now I don't know if we're going to ever speak again because of this. Fuck. It's not like it's my fault, it's just... Well, I've only discovered it myself recently, and I'm horribly confused and feel like I'm spiralling out of control. And I was just hoping he'd be a little supportive. But no, of course not. I should have known better. And revenge is always blissful.
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Thursday, September 14, 2006 5:59 PM
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Current mood:  excited
so, for all of you that dont know already, i'm moving in two weeks. over to the sellwood area. the apartments very nice, actually. i <3 it. and 58 dollars a month for rent. woot. how is that possible? haha, i'll never tell!
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Thursday, September 14, 2006 7:49 AM
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Current mood:  bouncy
| | That it's raining. For the first time in a very long while. EE. Summer's fading and the sun is dying and I can stop hiding from it! WoOt. And then I did the little "it's raining! it's raining!" song and happy dance thing, because it's more like monsooning. i love oregon. and rain. wootage. |
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Saturday, September 09, 2006 10:40 AM
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Current mood:  ecstatic
So, amber's mom got her tickets to the Panic! at the Disco concert in December... and I've been invited... I think I may love Amber's mom more than my own mother at the moment. Niki = *squee* ^_^
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Sunday, September 03, 2006 10:59 AM
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vampirediaries.proboards100.com
for those that have read the books... LOL. i may do it anyway, something to do during my study halls... you should too! ^_^
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Friday, August 04, 2006 11:14 AM
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Current mood:  blah
Category: Art and Photography
Just some quick sketches I did now. Meh. _______________________ Elena from the cover of VD 2. I fucked up on her eyes. Badly. Pencil drawing plus hand=Ebil.    Ok, so the next two photos, the paper got all wrinkled, and so that showed up on the scanner. Damnation...  
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Friday, August 04, 2006 10:25 AM
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Current mood:  bored
Category: Writing and Poetry
I'm insanely bored. Needed something to do, and since no ones really online(damn you day people), I'm posting another story. I wrote it my sophmore year on a CIM prompt. It's cheesy, and it sucks, but it's something at least... Anyhoo. It's called 'Solitude', and it's based off of the song of the same title by Evanescence.
______________________________ How many times have you told me you love her As many times as I've wanted to tell you the truth How long have I stood here beside you I live through you You looked through me This cannot be happening, I thought dazedly, fingers numb and cold in my state of shock. She was wearing his ring. The ring I had given him. And it was hanging around that bloody bimbos neck?! My eyes move to the boy next to her, begging him to tell me it isnt true. He couldnt love her. He just couldnt. Jamie? Was that my voice? That small, pathetic squeak? No, that wont do. I have to be strong. He cant know how much this is killing me. Ooh, Solitude, Still with me is only you Ooh, Solitude, I can't stay away from you He starts slightly and turns to me. His tawny hair is tousled and his cheeks are pinkening with guilt. Oh, I didnt notice you come in, he says, shifting uncomfortably on his feet, hands shoved deep into his jean pockets. I glance again at the girl. The light catches on one of the emeralds many facets and the ring glimmers against the hollow of her throat. At the sight, my heart constricts painfully and I choke back on a sob. How many times have I done this to myself How long will it take before I see When will this hole in my heart be mended Who now is left alone but me James has noticed my staring. His face is now beet red, and hes jingling coins in his pockets. Um he murmurs awkwardly. This is Claire. Weve been well going out I see, I say tightly, still staring fixedly at the ring. I meant to tell you sooner. I just didnt know how, he offers weakly. Youre lying. The thought hits me like a ton of bricks, threatening to shatter every once of the control I was fighting so hard to hold on to. Ooh, Solitude, Forever me and forever you Ooh, Solitude, Only you, only true Excuse me? James had stopped shifting and his eyes, eyes that had always reminded her of liquid honey, were abnormally wide. Had I really said that out loud? And now, it seemed as if I couldnt hold the words back any longer. All I could do was let my brain watch from afar as my heart took over. Youre lying, I repeat, ice dripping from my words. You were never going to tell me. He flinches visibly at my words. I was- No. Dont even bother. Why would you want to? I dont get what the big deal is, he says, appalled by my sudden outburst. Of course you wouldnt! Youre too busy falling for the first bimbo you see to notice that I- I catch myself before I let the words out. That would be real smart. Right. How dare you call Claire a bimbo! he growls, stepping forward in anger. You know nothing about her! I know shes wearing our ring. My ring. Its been my ring for years! he corrects. Do you even remember who gave it to you? Its so hard to hold back the tears now. How can he not remember? Everyone leaves me stranded Forgotten, abandoned, left behind I can't stay here another night His brow furrows in confusion, searching for an answer, a memory, anything. It was too much for me to bear, and jealousy rears its ugly head in response. My hand thrusts forward and rips the ring from around Claires throat, causing the girl to cry out in alarm. I throw it at James head but he manages to catch it. I gave you that ring after you father died, James. So youd always know that you still had someone here for you, I hiss. Damn him. How can he do this to me? And you just gave it to her?! James is furious now, his fists clenched so tight that his knuckles are white. My own body is threatening to break out into violent tremors, but I manage to contain them. Ive had enough. You leave Claire out of this! he bellows. Im sick of you breaking up my relationships! Im sick of you! I love Claire and she loves me! Your secret admirer Who could it be No. I- I find I cant go on. I love you was there on the tip of my tongue, but it died when I saw the hatred swelling in his eyes. Ive gone to far, and now Ive lost him. Jamie, please just- I begin desperately. I cant lose him; hes all I have left. No, he says sharply, his face dark. Ive had enough. He throws the ring at my feet. It hits the wooden floor with a loud clank, and in that moment, my heart was shattered. Take your ring and get out of my life. Ooh, Can't you see All along it was me How can you be so blind As to see right through me James. The tone in my voice is nothing short of pleading. But hes past hearing my pleas for forgiveness. Hes past hearing me at all. Without a backward glance, he stalks angrily from the room, the door swinging shut with a resounding slam as he goes. Claire sneers at me and opens her mouth to make some scathing remark but I shut her up with a glare. Get out, I growl, pointing to the door. Get the hell out of my sight. Claire must have heard something frightening in my voice because she nearly ran to the door, leaving me standing in the center of the empty room. The silence is deafening to me as my emotions swirl chaotically around me. And Ooh, Solitude, Still with me is only you Ooh, Solitude, I can't stay away from you There hasnt been a day since that I havent thought of him. A night where Ive dreamt about the searing hatred in his voice and woken up in a cold sweat, only to cry myself back into a fitful state of half-sleep. A part of me died that day. It was as if a part of soul had been ripped from me and I will never get it back. If only Id told him I love him. Ooh, Solitude, Forever me and forever you Ooh, Solitude, Only you, only true
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Wednesday, August 02, 2006 9:04 AM
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Current mood:  bored
Category: Writing and Poetry
Another story from English. But this one was for our Build a Time Machine Project. It's corny, I know. But I got 500 points on it, so it made me happy. Rawr. ^_^
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Papá! Im home! The small teenage girl called from the front doorway. Papá? She set her backpack down and went into the kitchen. On the basement door a paper plate was taped to its handle. The girl sighed and snatched the plate, her whiskey-brown eyes raking over the scribbled note. Penny, Had to go to the University. Wont be home til late. Please turn on burners 3, 5 and 6 in lab at 5. Te amo, hija. ~Papí Penny rolled her eyes. Another night alone. She should be used to it by now. Her dad was always at the University now that he was Head of the Science Department. It seemed he never had time for her any more. She was just his personal secretary, taking messages, cleaning and making sure his private laboratory didn't explode. She felt a wave of irritation. No, she thought. Im more like a slave. Most sixteen-year-old girls would be out at the movies with friends or on a date, but being the daughter of the famous Dr. Rameiro Sanchez meant she had to spend her Friday nights baby-sitting chemicals and turning on Bunsen burners. Most girls her age didnt even know what a Bunsen burner was. She scowled down at the paper plate in her hand before crumpling it up and throwing it in the trash can. Me choca mi vida! she whined, stamping her foot. I hate my life! Its not fair! She let out a long string of Spanish swear words and felt slightly better. She jumped when the kitchen phone rang, startling her out of her tantrum. She grabbed the receiver and yelled into the phone. What?! There was a tinkling laugh on the other end of the line. Did I call at a bad time, darling? Im sorry, mom. I was just ranting, Penelope amended, blushing. So the ringing in my ears remind me. Another laugh. Its okay, Penelope. Hows your day been? Penny sighed. Tiring. When are you coming home? I miss you. Dads never home and I have no one to hang out with. Hopefully by next week. The French Ambassador is proving to be more difficult than we expected. Penny sighed, twirling a curl of hair around her finger in dismay. This was the problem with having a mother who was part of the Presidents Cabinet; she was always on some important trip and she could never go with her. I understand, mamá. I just wish I could have gone with you. You will soon, I promise, Mrs. Sanchez soothed. There were voices in the background calling for her attention. Penny, dear, I have to go. Im late for another meeting. Ill call back tomorrow, okay? Fine, Penny murmured, wishing she could have more time. Se divierte para me. Have fun for me. Si, hija, I will. Do your homework and eat something healthy for a change! Bye, honey! Penny groaned as the line went dead. She just had to mention homework, she huffed, checking the clock for the time. She realized it was almost five. She needed to turn on the burners soon. The basement lab was quite similar to an ice box in temperature. She hated to be down there too long, never liking the cold or the smell of chemicals. On the way to the burners, she slipped and skidded over a stray pebble or bolt. She glared down at the offending object only to find a small ring laying on the floor, the gold glinting prettily in the harsh fluorescent lighting. Curiosity got the better of her and she slipped the ring on to her thumb. It was a little snug, but the golden band was very pretty. She didnt know why such a thing was in the lab, and even though she was tempted to keep it for her own, she thought it better to put it back before she got in trouble. The only problem was: the ring was stuck. She twisted and pulled but no matter how much she tried, it just would not come off. Frustrated and panting, she slammed the ring and her hand against a tabletop. There was a an echoing clang and a soft click. Well, that cant be good... she thought as a wave of dizziness overtook her and she blacked out. She never did get to turn on the burners. ºººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººº
When Penelope woke, it was to find herself in an open field soaking wet. Rain drove down upon her like thousands of tiny water bombs, plastering her hair to her face and making her sink into the newly formed mud beneath her. She struggled to get up but her limbs were uncoordinated and she was weak with vertigo. Where was she? How did she get here? She shrieked suddenly as a warm hand placed itself upon her shoulder. Heart beating frantically, she stiffly turned to the source of her imposing stroke. Whiskey brown eyes met blazing green. It was like looking at chips of green fire, and they seemed to express more than words could. Concern. Caution. And wonder. I-I- The young man placed a finger to her lips, silencing her mindless stammering. He moved back slightly. She shivered at the loss of warmth his hand had provided. She was so cold. He placed his cloak around her trembling shoulders and pulled her into his embrace. How silly, she thought as she began her decent back into darkness, wearing a cloak in this kind of weather? What is this- the fifteenth century? The last thing she saw before she slipped from consciousness were those beautiful green eyes staring back at her. With a small smile for the man, she closed her eyes and knew nothing more.
ºººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººº The next time she awoke, it was daytime. Sunlight streamed through a large bay window and bathed the small bedroom in warmth and light. Penny untangled herself from the sheets of the large four-poster bed and stared around the room in wide-eyed wonder. The room looked like something out of a museum or Renaissance Faire with its monstrous wooden furnishings and stone floors. It even had a water basin and... Was that a chamber pot?! Esta repugnante. Disgusting. Her nose wrinkled in distaste and she moved her eyes to the window. The view beyond the glass pane was beautiful. All she could see was acres upon acres of gardens and trees, even a hose stable. It only made her want to know where she was more. Je vois que vous êtes évellé, a raspy womans voice said. Vous nous avez donné une panique hier soir. Penny whipped toward the voice to find an old woman standing in the doorway. She was very tall and thin, like a ballet dancer, with a few wrinkles about the eyes. Her light, greying hair was up in a tight chignon that only made the planes of her face seem harsher. Her grey-blue eyes were cold and calculating, and seemed to see right through the young girl. Penny shivered. The woman reminded her of the witch from Hansel and Gretel. Etes-vous sourd, lenfant? the woman said. Penny gave her a blank look. Parlez-vous le français? Im sorry, madam, she said apologetically. I dont understand. Ah, forgive me, the woman said, finally speaking in a language that was understandable, but still with a strong French accent. So youll be English, then? You dont sound it. Well, no matter. What I was saying was you gave us quite a scare last night. We dont get many visitors here, and usually not without some notice. Um.. where is here exactly? Penny was growing increasingly uncomfortable. Something wasnt right here. The LeCroix Estate. Were just outside of Paris. I am Madame LeCroix. She smiled encouragingly. And you are Penny, I presume. Penelope. But how did you know that? And how did I get here? she wondered silently. Your necklace, mademoiselle. Madame LeCroix gestured to the nightstand where a gold necklace lay, with a pendant that read Penny turned upside-down. Oh, right. And, might I ask, what year is it? She was almost too afraid to ask, but it had to be done. Do you not know the year? Penny shook her head. Madame LeCroix chuckled. Why, it is the year of our Lord fourteen hundred and twenty-six. The young brunettes mouth formed a silent O, eyes wide in shock. All the while, her mind was screaming: How did this happen?! This cannot be happening? This isnt possib- THE RING! How could she have been so stupid? But its not like she could have known her dad would make a successful time machine. Shed thought he was just being crazy. But here was the proof right before her eyes. At least, this was an easily fixable situation. All she needed was to set the ring back to her own time and shed be fine. But where was the ring? Pardon me, Madame, but I had a ring. It was just a gold band, and I dont see it here. She gestured to her ringless thumb. Where is it? Im sorry, mademoiselle, but there was no ring on you when we brought you in, LeCroix said. Perhaps it is still in the field where you were found? Penny straightened up hopefully. Could you take me there? Its very important that I find that ring. Madame LeCroix shook her head. I dont know where it is. Ill have Galen guide you there. Who? Galen was the one that found you. He was quite concerned with your welfare. The old woman smiled. He seems very smitten with you. Hes been stomping about all day waiting for you to wake. Penny blushed. Now, Ill send up one of the servants with some clothing and breakfast. Once youve eaten and been checked over by the nurse, Ill let you out with Galen. LeCroix turned to leave with a sharp nod. Im fine, really- You may be, but I would like to stay on the safe on the safe side just in case. Cant have your death on my watch, now can we? Heaven knows Ive got my fair share of wicked tales around Paris already. With another nod, she swept out the door. Shortly after, a portly woman with rosy cheeks and kind smile barged in, carrying a plate of pancakes in one hand and a small pile of clothing in the other. Allo, there, deary, she said in an overwhelmingly Scottish accent. Youll be the Madames guest, eh? Si, yes. Im Penelope. And you are? She gave the woman a wavering smile, not exactly sure what to make of her. Just call me Gudren. She smiled and winked before setting down the breakfast tray. Now, Penelope ye say?. Hop on oot of bed so I can fit ye for your gown. Would not want your food to be getting cold, now would ye? Penny hesitated but decided she was too hungry to argue. Gudren expertly began to take her measurements, chatting away the whole while. Youll be aboot Mademoiselle Caterinas size, yell be. She was mighty tiny, that one. Gudren gave her a quizzical look. You look a lot like her, Ill have ye know. Ye both had eyes like mead and hair the color o molasses- curlier than a pigs tail, I tell ye. She let out a great guffaw. Youre a smite darker skinned, tho. You must be from the Spain now, eh? Um.. sure... Penny fought not to grimace at the pigs tail remark. This woman is insane, she thought wearily. I cant wait to get out of here. Pity, tho, aboot the Mademoiselle, the maid murmured, as though to herself. What do you mean? There goes my curiosity again. Its a might sad tale, it is. When Monsieur LeCroix passed away this last year, the Madame was blamed quite fiercely for his death. Witchery, they says. Black magics. She snorted. Quite ridiculous, if ye ask me. Well, the mademoiselle, shes believin in what the people of Paris are saying and runs away. She says she canna live with a devil worshipper and what shame it brings upon her and the LeCroix name. Poor Madame, she has not been the same since. She misses her daughter a terror. Gudren sniffed and wiped a stray tear from her eye. But, she says, shell be joining her Thomas-thats Monsieur LeCroix to ye- in Heaven and then all will be fine. Dinna know what she meant by tha, but it gives me a might bad feeling in my heart. Penny absorbed this information in silence. Ye must forgive me, deary. I dinna mean to go into such a sorry tale. Its not good to hear such unhappy things so early in the mornin! Gudren smiled and handed her a gown to put on. No, we should speak of brighter things, ye and me. Like what? Like how yeve managed to snag our dear Galen from us old ladies, ye have! Now thas witchery if I ever seen it! She laughed again, shoulders shaking in her mirth. But I dont even know him! Nor does he know me. Aye, its hard to know tha boy. Hes sweet as can be, tho not many can see past his difficulties. Devil child. Pssh! She grunted in offense. Aint no bettah boy than im. Hes quite the worker, he is. Hes taken a load off me. Im too old for most of this work. And hed never hurt a fly. Poor child. Difficulties? And devil child? That doesnt sound all that happy to me. Boy canna spake a thing. Hes mute, Madame says. Gudren shook her head sadly. We found him a few years back on the border of the city, bleeding and torn apart. His last masters had beaten im to near death, they did. Madame and meself were on our way home from the market when we found im and took im back here. We was lucky we did, he was in such a bad shape. He was a might wary of us at first but hes warmed up since then. Never once spoke a word, tho. And people in the city think its just more of the Madames witchcraft. Thats so sad. Did you ever find out who his previous.. masters were? Gudren finished lacing up the back of Pennys gown and steered her to a mirror. No. All we can do is hope that the boy will get better one day and find his voice again. Thats all we can ask for. I think Madame LeCroix is praying tha yell be the one to help im. Well, there ye go, deary. Its a purty fit, this gown. You look lovelier than Mademoiselle Caterina did, but dinna let the Madame know that. She patted the girl on the shoulder and smiled approvingly. Penny nodded appreciatively at Gudren, admiring the wine-colored gown and floor-length belled sleeves. Thank you. I do like the dress very much. Its no problem! Now you eat, and when ye finish, Galen and the Madame will be waiting down the staircase for ye. Dinna keep them waiting, especially the boy. She winked, a deviant smile playing about her lips and left Penny to her meal. Though her food was already cold, she was too hungry and managed to eat it with such gusto that she finished in little time. Before heading downstairs, she grabbed her necklace, not wanting to leave anything behind when she returned home, and then took the steps two at a time. Madame LeCroix stood at the bottom with the young man from last night, Galen. LeCroix gave her a sad smile, as if she were seeing a lost loved one. Vous paraissez charmant dans cette robe, she said, but then remembering that Penny couldnt understand French, translated for her. You look lovely in that dress. Forgive me. She turned to Galen and gave him a slight nudge in the young girls direction. This is Galen, the young man who brought you to us. Galen, this is Penny. Galen gave her a small smile and bowed slightly, making a lock of black hair fall free from its leather tie. She reached forward and brushed it back behind his ear. Hi, she said. Its nice to meet you. Madame LeCroix said youd be able to take me back to the field where you found me, if its not too much trouble? His smile broadened and he looked to LeCroix as if seeking approval. Its all right, dear. Go on. He offered his arm to Penny, and she took it lightly. The walk to the field was long and quiet, but yet the silence was comfortable. She tripped and skidded in the mud of the field, but Galen managed to keep her upright. Thank you, she panted, straightening herself up. I seem to be having balance issues today. She laughed softly and looked around the empty field. How was she ever going to find her ring? I lost my ring somewhere out here and I need to find it. Would you like to help me? He nodded eagerly and bound off to the opposite end of the grassland before kneeling down and searching the ground closely for any glints of gold. She herself crouched down in a similar position and began her search. It seemed like shed been searching for hours before a sudden rapping on her shoulder caused her to tumble over in surprise. Galen hovered over her with a worried look on his face. When she assured him she was fine, his expression turned to a look of happiness. He produced a golden ring from his palm and handed it to her. This is my ring! Oh, thank you! Penny hugged him fiercely, joy flooding her. I can go home now! Galen pulled away abruptly, frowning. He shook his head angrily, eyes bright with hurt. Im sorry, but I have to go. My family will miss me, Penny apologized. I dont belong here. He bowed his head, shoulders slumped. She hugged him again. Youre very sweet, and Im sorry that I have to go. Im very grateful for all that you and Madame LeCroix have done for me. But I cant stay; I have to go home. She turned to leave, the ring held tightly in her hand. Goodbye, Caterina he whispered hoarsely, his voice sounding dry and unused. Startled, she turned back around to find him staring at an invisible point above her shoulder. She didnt know what to say to him, but she did the best she could. Goodbye, Galen. She smiled sadly before slipping the ring onto her thumb. There was a soft click as she pressed onto it and then everything was black.
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~Fin.
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