Agent Ez

Chapter 6 - The Tiffany Tales

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Zahira

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I awake to silence. Collecting my things, I head for the bathroom and hit the shower. As warm water cascades down me I begin the slow process of waking up and as usual my morning shower is where I create and plan the day ahead.

On the schedule for today would be to scope the place out, enrol in the school and hopefully, hopefully make a small indent into the stone fortress wall Molly has built around her.

Refreshed and with a rough game plan in my head I throw yesterdays clothes into some corner of my room and head to the most important part of my day;

Breakfast. Well, I say breakfast but what I really mean is every type of food, let’s not limit ourselves to one time of day.  The beautiful thing about food is that it’s always changing. There’s always something you’ve never tried before.

I head to the kitchen and whilst I’m searching all the drawers for something suitable my mind drifts back to yesterday. The introduction was awkward. Which in itself is an understatement. I don’t even know what my first impression of them all would be. Actually, no I’m wrong. I’m pretty sure I know Ralph, I can safely say he’s a pompous ass. But even then I felt like I’d missed something.  The contrast between Molly and Drake’s behaviour are enormous but then again I have no idea whether that’s there personality or something else . What else could make them behave so strangely?

Molly the quite girl with awkward movements and a wardrobe that changes incredibly frequently. Drake, the confidant guy who saved my butt yesterday. And lastly Kyle, who I don’t even know much about (full stop) the guy barely said two words to me.

‘Hi.’ A voice says.

I jump, startled out of my own thoughts and back into the kitchen where I’ve opened several cupboards and not registered a single thing that I’ve seen in any one of them. I look up to Drake, who stands bemused in the doorway.

‘Hi.’ I reply back, composure regained.

‘What are you looking for?’ He asks, coming to stand at the island in the middle.

‘I don’t know yet, I’m still looking.’

‘Don’t mind me.’

I rummage around some more but his gaze follows me everywhere. Unnerved I switch the kettle on and settle for tea.

‘Would you like some?’  I ask as I gesture towards the kettle.

He shakes his head, no and then just as abruptly as he arrived, he leaves so fast he would give the Road Runner competition. I stare in the direction of the door, taken aback and wondering whether or not that actually happened.

Turning back to my tea, I replay the whole scene again in my head. I really don’t understand why he was here. Deciding to leave matters as they are and not over think things as has been the norm lately, I make my way into the living room with a shrug. I sit on the sofa and am instantly pulled into the sofa, blanketed by soft leather.