Broken Reality

Chapter 2

okay I know I said this wouldn't be rushed, and well, it might be? I'm not sure, please feel free to comment to correct any mistakes I may have made, or message me what I could maybe fix?

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Hope you enjoy little hedgies

~ Rin

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I CHANGED HIS NAME TO Elijah Wood!
Melanies P.O.V

The rest of the day passed as normal, doodling, coloring, sleeping, and doing well, anything but my class work, whoops.

It's a wonder how I got decent grades, never below 85%, so I guess that's good enough, considering I don't pay attention.

I skip out of the school doors, heading home, humming "be my guest" from Beauty and the Beast.

Skipping to my driveway, I notice a car in the drive way. My eyes widen in panic. WE HAVE GUESTS! OH NO! I DIDN'T PREPARE! HE'S GOING TO BE MAD!

I run into the house and head to the kitchen quickly, not bothering to introduce myself.

I make up Spaghetti, garlic bread, cut up strawberries, pineapples, apples, and other fruits. I was in the middle of making pasta when someone tapped my shoulder, making me jump, dropping my knife on the cutting board and swing around.

I meet light brown eyes that seem familiar from earlier today, I could have sworn I've seen those eyes before?

As the rest of the facial features come together, I realize that it is none other than...

Elijah Wood.

"w-what a-" I start but i'm interrupted

"What am I doing here?" He smirked "I'm here visiting my fathers best friend, what are YOU doing here?"

"I-I live hhere?" My voice coming out like as if its a question

"Well-" He's interrupted by the yelling voice of my father

"DINNER BETTER BE DONE IN 10 MINUTES" His voice boomed from the living room.

My eyes widen, and I flung back around, continuing to chop carrots, and I hear footsteps reseeding.

I set up the table as I normally do when we have guests, and stood at the end of the table, my head bowed in a sign of submission, that I've learned to do to please my... father.

I hear shuffling feet, and talking, get louder as they walk toward the chairs that have their plates, and food placed in front of them. I had set a variety of drinks in the middle of the table as well to make sure they had some to choose from.

I take a deep breath in, slowly letting it out, seeing three pairs of male feet.

What? They had big feet! It's easy to tell! Plus you can tell a lot by the pair of shoes a person wears.

"Please take a seat" I hear my fathers voice, and chairs squealing on the wooden floor.

"I hope you enjoy, I have made up spaghetti, with garlic bread. On the side there's a bowl of fruit, and another of cut up vegetables if you wish to put it into your spaghetti." I mumble, excusing myself, hoping I've pleased my father.

I walk to the living room, and I start to clean up after them, I hear chatter in the dining room, but I choose to ignore it, he'd beat me if he found out I was eavesdropping on his conversations with his guests.