I awoke once again in my blue room. That was when I remembered last night - the pictures. I was curious as to why I had so many pictures taken. I mean there was no reason for me to be in pictures when I had already been paired. I tried to put it to the back of my mind.
I looked at the time and it was ten o'clock my lunch call was around 12:50. I decided to slowly get up and get ready for lunch. The same thing I did everyday.
I climbed in the shower and washed my hair. I dried my hair then decided to curl it. When I curled it I noticed my blue strand was visible.
I hated that blue section of hair because it made me feel like a possession. Almost as though that strand was my price tag. I also hated my strike. It was a huge unmissable tattoo that was almost impossible to cover up. It made me realise I was just a doll.
I did my makeup and put on my dress. By this time it was only 12 o'clock so I decided I had time to read some more. It was the only thing I could really do. I walked over to my bookshelf and picked up a book called trust.
It was about a girl who got kidnapped. She began to trust her kidnapper and they built a relationship. However her kidnapped betrayed her yet she still had Stockholm syndrome. She managed to escape but she never looked at life the same way again.
Just as I was midway through a page the voice rang out once again instructing me to go to the dining hall as usual. I still laughed at how it was called a hall even though there was only one table and two chairs. I slipped on my blue heels and made my way.
The one thing I refused was glitter, I would tolerate the rest but no glitter. The only glitter I would allow is my eyeliner.
I waited as usual outside the hall next to rooms one and two. I always wondered who was on the other side. The voice had stopped directing me to the hall and date room because I knew my way now.
I entered as instructed and stood on joes arrival. He walked in looking like a different person. His usual beaming smile was replaced with a solemn look. His tall smart posture was replaced with one who looked like he had lost all hope.
"Hey Joe, are you ok?" I asked.
"I need to tell you something," he said.
My heart began racing, what would happen to me or him?
"What is it?" I questioned trying to remain calm.
"Promise you will still love me and forgive me?"
"I don't know Joe," I murmured.
"No please Kim," he begged.
"Ok,"
"I had to make a choice," he sighed, "you're going back up for sale tomorrow, I'm selling you."
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Perfect Girls
RomanceI woke up in a strange room. It seemed to be designed for a proper girl, someone completely different to me. The walls were pastel blue, the bed sheets were baby blue with grey cushions and throws and the carpet was a light shade of grey. The room...