Chapter NINE

Avilla’s pov

Today is the third day since I saw him, I wasn’t going to waste time anymore thinking of him. I was going to spend more time plotting ways to get him to like me, with all the new clothes and new styled hair. I think I was on the right path.

However, I am not ready to go to school yet, I am not ready to see him and definitely not ready to face being the only new student in the middle of a semester. I was relieved that I was not stuck on my parent’s death or would I ever try to self- impose imprisonment on my emotions. The truth is I don’t think I will ever be my old self again, my old self was a quiet little mouse who was afraid of letting her hair down and enjoying what life had to offer.

After coming to this place and seeing him, I just feel different inside now. I feel changes that I have never felt before, it is like something clicked between the both of us. Whenever I think of him, I feel my stomach is being trampled on by herds of full grown elephants. That is how squeamish I am whenever I think of him.

Today was all about spending time with my aunt and getting to know her, I haven’t at all heard of her from my parents but it seems she was close to them and maybe she could get closure together if we talk about them, I showered and got dressed in my lounge wear and headed downstairs. I heard noises as I was coming down and I wondered if she had people over. Living out here, I just assumed she was lonely and no one came looking for her but this just proves me wrong.

I stopped as I saw a man and woman sitting on the dining table and having breakfast with my aunt.

“Good morning” I greeted them all as I moved to grab an apple on the table, looks like today’s plans were cancelled and I was on my own.

“Come, come Avilla, meet my good friends Patrick and Penelope knight” my aunt beamed as she regarded me to come meet her friends.

“It’s nice to meet you, sir, and ma’am.” They both had smiles on their face and it seems they had a lot to say.

“It’s nice to meet you, young lady” the woman spoke for the both of them

My aunt was satisfied with the greeting and I was happy she was okay with me meting her friends.

“Where are you off to?” she asked me curiously

I looked down on my stay at home wear and looked back at her

“I was thinking we could spend time together today but it looks like you have plans already” I told her

She looked confused for a minute like she was wondering why I wanted to spend time with her, till she hit a light bulb and she did the last thing I expected. She face palmed herself literally.

“Shoot!” she exclaimed,

“I forgot to get you enrolled in school today” she looked ashamed for a moment

“That’s okay, I figured I could start whenever” I told her, I wasn’t ready to face them. I heard high school kids were horrible.

“No, no, no it’s not okay. I can’t believe I forgot” she kept blaming herself

Patrick and Penelope consoled her as they told her not to take it too hard since she didn’t know anything about raising a teen or something like that. She nodded her head at them but I know she was still feeling bad.

“We will have to get you started in school so you can have a bit of normalcy”

“You could get her to the high school our kids go to” Penelope suggested

“Yes, I am sure they would have no problem showing you around” Patrick sternly and I pitied whoever his children was if they didn’t obey this particular command.

I smiled at them in appreciation but I was glad they didn’t insist on my starting today because I wasn’t mentally prepared for that. I thanked them with words and ran back up to my room where I changed to a casual outing clothes so I could head out and catch fresh air. I needed to talk to my aunt about getting a car because I needed it. I went into town after I dropped back to the kitchen to tell her I was going out. After her mini freak out yesterday, I didn’t want to risk upsetting her any more than I did because I didn’t tell her my whereabouts. The knights waved me off and I headed into town.

I love art and I loved drawing so I thought, getting new art supplies wasn’t bad, it could help me cope with stress and all that. I stopped at the art supple store, Kraft and art supply store, the sign says so in bold, colorful letters above the entrance. I entered inside and I was blown away, the place was beautiful and well stocked with various art supplies and art itself.

The girl working there approached me, smiling and looking enthusiastic,

“Hello, can I help you?” she asked

“Yes, I want to get art supplies and some oil paint” I told her

She directed me to a clerk who was arranging pastel boxes on the shelf and told me to give him a list and he would get me whatever I wanted. I did just that and he supplied me with quality materials that I was sure I couldn’t get anywhere unless I made a very special order. While in the shop, I received a call from my aunt telling me that she had gotten me into the school and that I start tomorrow.