Finding Myself

chapter 12~

Eleanor walked down the streets of Quantico with Janiel by her side.

She hugged the four books against her chest. A paper with one signature folded neatly inside one of the books.

Eleanor had looked at the sky. It was orange-red. She could see the sun's rays coming from behind a puffy rope-like cloud, and she could also see a faded moon on the opposite side of the sky.

Orange, that's the color Eleanor would use to describe the day, Orange.

Eleanor glanced nervously.

She was still on the lookout for her brother.

"He won't find you here El."

Eleanor turned abruptly and she glanced at Janiel shocked.

"How'd you-"

Janiel shrugged. "I would've also been worried if I were you."

Before Eleanor could think about something to reply with, Janiel pointed at a massive building.

"There's the museum."

Eleanor ran to the museum.

Janiel ran as well trying to keep up.

"Hey El, wait!"

But Eleanor kept running, she didn't stop until she reached the entrance of the museum.

Janiel finally caught up to her.

Eleanor gave him a light slap on his back.

"Thought you were in track?"

Janiel frowned at her.

"You... caught... me... off guard, " he wheezed, gasping for air between each word.

Eleanor smiled.

"Ok... sure," she said snarkily. "Now, where is the Indian's Display Thing-a-majig?"

Janiel collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily as he massaged his head in circles with his index finger and thumb.

"They're Native Americans, and its an Exhibition."

Eleanor rolled her eyes, "Sure, whatever superman." She noticed how fervently Janiel was massaging the sides of his head. "Hey, are you alright? You're acting as if your head's gonna burst."

Janiel nodded. "It hurts a tiny bit, but don't worry, it'll wear off," He pointed at a set of stairs, "Second floor to your right, You go ahead, I'll wait here."

"Are you sure? If you want we can go home and you can rest. Or go to the cafeteria, get a drink or something. "

Janiel was starting to loose patience, "IT'S JUST A LITTLE HEADACHE, NOW BEAT IT! HURRY!"

Eleanor frowned. And she stomped her left foot like a little kid.

"But I want you to come with me! "

Janiel just shot her a glance and raised his eyebrow.

Eleanor's eyes grew wide opened. She stopped stomping her foot, her head hung low, and she forced herself to climb the stairs without further hesitation.

"What a temper," she whispered under her breath.

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Janiel, watched Eleanor walk despondently away. He turned back to himself and tried to calm his fierce headache. It wasn't the first time he got one, and he was trying not to make a big deal out of it.

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As Eleanor finished climbing all the steps. She was amazed by all the displays the Exhibition contained.