P.S - I'm Not Your Barbie

Another Dinner, Watch out... (ch. 14)

While I wait for the hours to pass by, I observe every inch of the room, memorizing it by heart, making plans to escape from scenarios I create in my head. It isn't amusing, but it passes the time, the purpose of creating the game, but anyways. 

The room is a shade of pink, much to my demise, I thought everybody got the memo when looking at me; do I look like a Barbie? No. The furniture is white, nothing spectacular, but the room itself is so large, that the rich people of the 1950's could have hosted a ball, probably even more spectacular than those hosted by my parents. My mind soon imagines a scenario where a ball full of guys in suits, court the ladies in ball gowns and ask them to dance the fox-trot. I really have an amazing imagination, too bad it has never come in handy since kindergarten.

I hear a knocking sound coming from somewhere in my room and it takes me a few minutes to figure out that the noise is coming from... Get this... The door. I have to question my intelligence often over here; I feel my brain cells disappearing bit by bit. I suddenly miss school.

The door opens, and I find myself thinking about the pain I am going to commit to the person that dared interrupt my thoughts. Where was the good, old fashioned, wait-until-beckoned, manners? People these days... I look at the person in front of me that seems to be talking to my beautiful self. Of course, it's Jesse. He can't get enough of me, not that I'm blaming him, I'm amazing.

"..." Is my witty response to whatever Jesse just asked me. I should become a writer; I feel the inspiration in my bones, especially with enigmatic responses like that one.

"Get up." He says. Short and sweet, just like him. No, that can’t be true, that tall idiot is an ass. He looks back at me and glares, what is he? Superman? Can Superman read peoples thoughts?

"You need to learn how to say things inside your head, and not out loud, that kind of thing could get you killed." He says in a matter-of-factly tone.

"Oh wow, here you are trying to give me advice, and I am only laughing at the insults I fight the urge to tell you in my head. I would say that's not fair to you, but frankly I could care less about your feelings or anything else that has to do with you." I smile sweetly while I watch him ball his hands into fists. Oh, somebody is Mr. Grumpy...

"Let's go, it's time for supper." He snaps. "And you better not mess this up like last time."

I follow him out the door like a trained puppy, a pot of trouble boiling in my head, this is going to be fun... Let's see, I'm going to need salt, pepper, tattoo guy, and a spatula... Do they keep one of those on a table? Maybe I'll just settle for a fork or a spoon.

While I was brewing up a plan, I didn't take into notice that Jesse had stopped. Gracefully, I fell onto Jesse’s back and in the process, almost made him lose his balance. Wow, this is an acrobat in training ladies and gentleman. I look around the room and find a full house... All staring at me. What? Don't they have anything better to do with their lives other than stare at me like psychopaths? Maybe my plan should wait for another day, and I can’t seem to find any spatulas on the table. Darn.

"Jessica, didn't your parents ever teach you about manners and that name calling is wrong? It's rude, stop." Jesse whispers into my ear.

I'm telling you, something is fishy here, I can't keep on saying these things out loud, and I’m not that crazy. Insulting a bunch of giant people is not my kind of scene, especially when they could all beat me to pulp.

"Everybody, settle down!" Jesse commands, silencing the pack of people.

"Who is she?" I man yells from the crowd.

What does that guy eat? He can't be that big.... Maybe steroids. I should tell him how bad it is to use those things. Does he know that his voice will become squeaky after some time? I look at him and see how glares at me. Maybe not, he's a big boy, he can make his own decisions, and I’m not his mother.

"This is Jessica; she is the latest member of our gang. You will treat her the same as the rest of the newbies. Maybe ruffle up her feathers a bit, we don't want her to think she's special, now do we?" Jesse yells. The all yell back in agreement. Sheesh, keep it down, I'm right here. "Now sit, supper will be served."

The gang starts moving to their chairs, talking amongst each other. I stand beside Jesse, still and silent. He grabs my wrist, and brings me towards a chair. For some reason, I find myself letting out a breath of relief, it's not like he was going to bring me to a zoo or anything. I wonder what it would be like to live as a giraffe. I want a long neck...

I look at the people sitting beside me, Jesse is to my right, and a girl around 18 years old sits to my left. Maybe she could be my way of escape; I glance at her wrist and see that she is in fact not wearing a bracelet, neither is anybody else here.

"Hey sis, pass me the olives." Jesse says.

The girl to my left lifts her head and gives Jesse the olives. My face falls as I realise the fact that she won't be able to help me plan my escape, she’s probably one of the people that will fight to keep me in here. She doesn’t spare me a glance, I get the feeling that she doesn’t care.

I feel something poke me in the ribs. "You didn't think that you could escape by getting somebody on the inside, now did you? Because if you did, you probably should have picked somebody that was not my sister. Just a tip." Jesse whispers to me and flicks my nose. What the hell?

I ignore him and start playing with my food like a child. I will not let him see how close he was to guessing my plan. I will win, and there is nothing that he can do about, I'm way too stubborn to stop anyways. I won’t stop, even if I end up getting out of here on my own and even if it takes years.

Supper goes on normally, nobody talks to me, and I don't talk to anybody either. I watch the people around me and I observe the way they act towards each other, they all seem to be close; they probably are, seeing as they all killed somebody and have something in common. At the far end corner of the room, I see a few girls in uniforms, taking a break from their job, maybe they could help me. I make a mental note to try and talk to them later on.

I turn my attention towards the people next to me, and I watch Jesse talk to the people around him while his sister does the same. I think about asking her what her name is and it bugs me for a few minutes while I debate inside my head whether or not I should, but my question is answered when Jesse calls her Lana when he tries to get her attention. What a coincidence, it's my mother's name, now I can have a reminder of her here, even though she is miles away, probably yelling at her numerous employees. During the evening, I often caught her scowling at me; they both seem to dislike me. What a wonderful thing to have in common... Hatred.

There is no dessert, no ice cream... Man, I could have enjoyed that, but no. There was none of that. I watch the clock change from minute to minute until it strikes ten o'clock and Jesse stands up saying good bye to the people still sitting at the table. He makes a sign for me to follow him, and I do. The walk is silent as we walk to my room, an unexplainable tension in the air, making me forget about my earlier plans to look around for clues.

"Breakfast will be at seven in the morning, be ready." He says and slams my door in my face.

I feel something trickle down my nose. Just what I needed and I head to my bathroom to get ready for bed.

So that's the chapter, I hope you liked it. I saw that my book was #5 in Humor and number #39 in Teen Fiction... I don't know if that was a glitch, but it was still nice to see. Comment and or vote, thanks. Write to you later,

-R