The Kitchen

I froze as I heard someone else. I started backing out of the kitchen, still against the shadows.

I started shaking, but stayed in the shadows.

I started to hyperventilate. A person. Right there. He probably wanted to hurt me or something else cruel.

I shook my head quickly in response. What if he offered my candy? Or asked me to get in the van like those one commercials? What would I do? Yell 'Stranger Danger!'?

I nearly fell unconscious. That was disgusting.

I glared at him. Gee, you only released a nauseous gas bomb! Why, I have no reason at all to look pale as your toxin slowly suffocates my lungs! I would've told him that.....if I weren't terrified of him.

The situation isn't important enough, genius. I thought to him. I rolled my eyes and turned on my heel.

I stomped away angrily, mentally cursing.

As I walk down the hallway, I see a girl storm past me. I look at her then keep walking. Soon, I see a man calmly walk past. I finally make it to the kitchen, and soon start rummaging through the fridge. Spending years on the streets takes away manners you know.

I look up from the refrigerator and see a girl standing there. Something about her seemed, familiar, but I brushed it off as paranoia. I remembered what she asked me, and I answered "Im Lily, and I came from Montana I guess. And no, I didn't wash my hands." I put my hands on my hips, almost daring her to challenge me.

My eyes sized her up. The way she tensed up once I spoke told me she was irritated. My hand instinctively twitched towards my dagger, one that my mother gave me, just in case something popped off. "They're falcon wings darling" I snap, before masking my emotions. 'There still is something familiar about her though' I think.

My eyes zeroed in on her white wings. 'She...has wings' I think, 'Like me.' I am almost in awe, till I remember what she said to me. I scowl, my feathers bristling in anticipation, as I reply to her "What makes you think I should listen to you? For all I know you're just telling me that so I will be left unprotected and you could snap my neck."

I blink in shock at the sudden dismissal. I almost retort, until I begin to think, 'Well, maybe I do need a shower, I mean I came here to have a place to feel normal, not to argue.' I then lift my shirt and sniff it, then nearly recoil in disgust. 'I DO need a shower' I think, then turn to the girl who was now cleaning off apples, "Where is the nearest bathroom?" I ask, trying to take the anger out of my voice.