Epsd 4

Cracked my already injured ankle.

"O...uch. "

"How was last night." James giggled.

"Well you left me alone with a psycho you pervert. " I angrily replied.

"You made it worse, didn't you?"

"She made it worse. Well I managed to apologise. So... um... you won huh."

"Hello! good morning you two." Angela startled james and I.

"Do you have any manners at all angela?" I grinned.

"Yes! Oh.. yes I do. And to show i do, how about I make up for how I treated you last night? Coffee?"

Her eyes all crowned in pride.

"Yes... oh yes." James answered on my behalf.

"What the hell is wrong with you james." I scoffed. "You can't live me with this Luna.. seriously."

"That makes the two of us. It's a date. I will pick you up. Bye." She bounced away.

I couldn't believe her. Not saying I was so scared by the word date, I was enraged. James trying to grab my hand but I refused.

"Its a date .. ha." James ran in class fast living me to pick up my anger tolerance mode.

I went in and picked up my seat way far from angela and james. It was Abigail's seat. She wouldn't confront me to return it so she went and sat with james. I kept silent all lesson long. When lunch approached, my anger was gone and I wanted my bestie back but he was busy chatting with Abigail.

I tightened my fingures onto my lunch tray and headed off to Angela.

"May I?" I asked for the seat.

"Well if you feel like it, feel at home." She replied.

All my guts with me, I tried another conversation with her. placed my tray at the table, pulled my sit and sat. Took quiet a while for me to start talking to her, about five minutes. Then I went.

"Why are you such a loner?" I stated.

"And you? Why are you such a loner?" she threw the question back to me.

"Well... am not a loner.. I got james.. and you?... who do you got?"

"Well.. um... I got my books and my drawings. They are lovely friends if you give them a chance." She smiled.

For once had i seen her smile and that was right there. She had a gorgeous smile indeed but she really did keep it well hidden.

"So how about we cancel the coffee date and you just go show me your work?" I proposed.

"Well.. that's better I think... deal."

Lunch was done and we all headed to our next class. Ballet. James loved ballet, we almost shared every class apart from basketball. Well I play basketball and he played football. Today, he was an annoying flute.

Abigail in particular I had never seen in a ballet lesson till today, she stands all untrimmed and annoying next to James trying to impress him.

She has been called a bot all around the school for her unceasing character. Unrealistic behaviour and thick moustache. Apparently, the pervert is flutting With her.

"Miss. Daniels?" Ms. Roberts startled me.

"Your doing all the moves wrong." She insinuated.

I wasn't doing any moves at all. I was just there standing thinking of my dearest puppet and my new friend.

"Your good, aren't you?" Angela grimmed me from the back Whispering."

"Are you stalking me now woman." I arguingly asked angela.

"I've always been around. You never noticed." She coughed. "Let's go."

"I have to finish this lesson."

"It doesn't look like you love it anyway."

She pulled my hand. I watched james gazing at us pretending not to care at all.

Headed into the locks and change as she waited at the door. We headed out to the parking yard.

Angela started the car, I tightened my seatbelt for assurance and she headed off laughing.

"So you think am a reckless driver? She scorched.

"Well... yeah... even the way you speak." I referred.

"What about the way I speak Kathryn? "

"Its fast... your speak fast." She smiled.

She took know reckless drives to my surprise. So careful to hit a pit.

She parked at a very quiet place. Never had I seen before.

"Here we are." Angela opened the car door for me.

"What's this place?" I asked.

"My peaceful dungeon." She opened the door of the warehouse. "This was my grandfather's. He left it for me before he died."

"Its beautiful." I complimented.

"You haven't seen the best part." She scoffed.

Looking back at how the place was built. Perfectly painted in rainbow colours. All the walls filled with her comics noticing one part of the wall covered with a cloth.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Behind the curtain?" She sniffed. "That's private. One of my precious art pieces."

"Do you mind if I take a look at it?" I inquired.

"No!" She firmly answered.

"Alright. Alright."

"Do you want a tour around?"she turned on the other lights.

On one of the walls was a beautiful picture of an old lady with two kids at the beach around the age of seven and likely twins . Perfectly drawn and coloured.

"Who are those?" I pointed at the picture.

"Oh.. that's a lady I met in Hawaii..with her grandkids. They really helped me alot so i asked if I could take a picture of them. I took a copy and them too. With my camera ofcourse. Then I decided to draw it on that part o the wall."

"You're a great artist you know that. You clearly love art."

"I told you dummy, I love what I draw not the art."

"Okay." I took a seat on one of the tables that was there.

The place full of paint cans but still neat and beautiful. She showed me alot as time went by, I had to return home. We really had a good time and realised I have an eye for beautiful art.

"Thanks for the company." She looked me in the eyes. "Come back anytime please."

"I surely would love too."

We shot the door closed. Headed to the car and she drove me home.

"My mom wants to say hello if you don't mind." I said.

"Oh sure." She opened the car door. Followed me into the house.

Mom was in the kitchen making dinner.

"James told me you went out with a friend." My mom gazed at Angela. "Oh hello. You must be angela ,right? "

"Yes." Angela replied. "Hello ms. Daniels. "