Summary: So now, she would finally answer her own question; return to what she remembers loving, to whom she remembers loving
Summary: So now, she would finally answer her own question; return to what she remembers loving, to whom she remembers loving her.
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"Hello? Is anyone there?" A flashlight shone around the lobby of Le Beau, an extravagant hotel in California. The doorman spoke up once again. "I say, show yourself at once, or I will be forced to take drastic measures! I distinctly heard footsteps!"
Sighing, a straight-haired, blonde young woman emerged from behind one of the lobby's white and gold pillars. "Hi Michael…"
The white-haired, mustached doorman breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, it's only you, Miss! I must say, I became quite fearful for a moment there."
"Sorry 'bout that." She said, a smile forming. "I…didn't mean it."
"Do you care to explain why you are sneaking around our lobby at…" Michael pulled up the sleeve of his royal purple uniform to check his golden watch. "Twelve twenty-three A.M.?"
"I've got somewhere to go."
"Surely you've misinterpreted when this meeting is," Michael said reasonably. He made sense, too. "I don't see where a sixteen-year old lady would need to go at this hour."
She fell into a trance for a moment, nervously fingering her straight hair. It used to be much curlier. She used to be able to wear it in whatever way she wanted. That was what it all was; used to be's. Nothing more. You'd think she'd be someone with what she was doing. Most people did. They spent their time looking at those supposedly better than them. Look at her, look at him, they would think. What I would do to be so far ahead.
It was funny. She spent her days thinking, what I would do to leave this behind.
To be normal again. She didn't care if anyone thought she sounded like a brat. She would be a brat, saying something like that, if it was a lie. Girls like who she currently was said statements like that all the time. They swore that, they're just like you, normal…just like you.
But she meant it. She meant it with all her heart.
Or at least, she partly meant it. Long ago, she was normal. She really was like them. But she wasn't anymore.
So now, she would finally answer her own question: what would I do to not live this life anymore. To return to what I remember loving, who I remember loving me.
"No." The blonde shook her head, and meaning it, too. She knew fully well there was no appointment, at least, not a scheduled one. This appointment wasn't texted to her, nor was it implanted in her organizer. Though it was an appointment she was most certainly late for, it was indeed more important to her than anything. "I'm one-hundred percent sure I'm doing the right thing."
"Alright, then. Carry on." Michael said with a shrug. "I expect you'll remember to return soon?"
She looked around; at the tall, shimmering walls, the silver-plated desks, and the large sign that read, 'Reserved For V.I.P.'
"I'll remember." She nodded. "Bye." And then she was gone. I'll remember. But that doesn't mean I will.
A/N: Aaand that's the prologue!
I just got this idea for a story and had to write it! If you were confused in this, you were supposed to be. I left out many, many details. On purpose:) It'll all be revealed in good time. Part of this story will be told in First Person POV. The other part Third Person. You'll see what I mean once chapter one is added. So, meanwhile, any guesses to what's going on? I know this seems kind of different from what I usually write, but…it partly is and partly isn't.
Wow, sorry about this long and confusing author's note! Review please!