Our Two Worlds

The second the doors opened, the very hot atmosphere was what I was greeted with. Considering such great atmosphere, I took the decision of keeping my eyes on the ground. What to do the ground was much prettier than the hyenas in the room. I could definitely feel piercing gazes of the socialled hyenical debutantes ( a special phrase invented by me for them) I still thought that the floor was much prettier than the faces around. The tension in the air could be cut through a knife. But even in such a heavy air I would always rely on my friends to retrieve my ass.

In such a heavy silence there was that great supporter of mine, Byron screaming for me like his pants were set on fire. After a while of great usage of my brain the great thought came to mind that he was actually calling me to my reserved seat near them.

Just as soon as I took my seat, the guard announced the entry of the royal family. Why can’t anyone just let my ass have some break. Everyone stood up and bowed. After the King nodded as a sign of rising, everyone took their seats. The King on his seat while his family on either sides of him followed by all the debutantes and important people across the table.

There was silence on the table except the Luna talking to some of the hyenas like they were long lost friends from another dimension. It definitely seemed like they were chosed by her for the position of the Queen. The group obviously consisted of Catherine, Annabelle and Rosaline. They really were talking like bff’s.

Just enjoying my meal I felt something drilling in my head. Looking up I noticed the two sisters of the King- Charlotte and Audrey looking at me like I had stolen their favourite sweets from their plates. No guess I had the most filled plate in the whole of the hall ( considering the ladies department). But why should I really care.

Just by seeing their faces it confirmed me that they didn’t like e a bit. Suddenly I had the urge to look towards the King. It wouldn’t harm to a small peek right?. Eensy weensy tiny peek. When I just took a so called eensy weensy tiny peek of mine it came in contact with those deep and dark brown pools which were focused on my whole existence. This so called eensy weensy tiny peek was interrupted by Anabelle-the-great in such a way:

“Jennifer aren’t you the very girl, who was rejected by our King, the very first time you both met?”