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Disclaimer- cussing

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After patching up the little boy's ankle, he proceeded to tell me he had to leave. No matter what I said, he refused to stay.

Like dude, you're hurt. You don't need to be walking! Moron....

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I got at least 30 minutes of sleep before my bedroom door swung open. An angry Angelos walked In, fuming.

Oh, great. I rolled my eyes as I turned over In my bed, going back to sleep. 

Just as I did so, Angelos yanked me by my arm and pulled me from my bed.

Yelling," You were due at the training grounds an hour ago! Are you that dumb?! You can't even manage your time properly! You are destined to be weak!" He walked away toward my bedroom door.

He turned around glaring at me," You will regret this! They made me wake you up, because you were so late! Mark my words, I will make you pay." He stalked away.

Oh my god, can he be any more loud? Who does he think he Is? Honestly since my birthday tea party, I haven't seen him at all, and It was heavenly~ No obnoxious talking or degrading comments! Like who wouldn't enjoy that?

I begrudgingly got up off my knees and walked over to my walk In closet. Since I will be fencing, I will have to pick out an outfit that suits my needs.

I riffled through the least fancy side of my closet. I had to stand on a wooden stool, since I was only 3 years old ( meaning I was tiny. )

I picked a dark green petticoat with gold lining. The design was very, very intercite. Then I grabbed a pair of dark navy blue riding pants. Dark brown shoes with gold lining to go with It as well.

I haven't actually seen what I look liked yet..surprisingly. I was pretty narcissistic In my precious life. Did I flip over a new leaf? I doubt It.

I walked behind the elaborate folding-screen, to a large full body mirror.

I took a good look at my reflection...

"Wow." I'm totally average. How disappointing...

I have short, brown, barely curly hair. Brown eyes and a very, very average looking face. Semi small top lip and a full bottom lip. A sharp, medium nose. My eyes slit up just a tad bit and a very, small mole/freckle under my left eye.

Honestly, I'm not mad or anything. It Just means less people pestering me. Score! I'm not sure I'm up for socializing In an environment I'm not exactly used to. No thanks..rather be alone.

I'm not saying I'm not a people person, cause In my previous life I kinda was, even with average looks, I was pretty social. I knew all the trends and I knew how to get my way with people.

Not that I'mma use my people skills here. I'll keep It to myself for now...