"My family moved to the States 13 years ago. We moved in with my cousin, twice removed, and my mum is a laundress. Dad is a writer."
"What state?" I asked, curious about the writer.
"Oh really! We-my family and I are 8's!"
"Thats fun." She said, her voice thin, like there was something she wasn't telling me about. "Tell me about your life." She said, now more real.
"Well, my gran was once in the Competition, but she was eliminated at round two. She went home and nine months later had my mother." A picture of my mother came to mind. She is beautiful. She has streaming, soft, glossy, brown hair and the nicest of brown eyes. I saw her smooth,caring face. I sounded dreamy as I said this. I felt dreamy.
"Any siblings?" She asked.
"Four older brothers. George, the oldest, then Pat, and Zeke, and Theo- short for Theodore. I absolutely despise Pat, because he always so mean but you can't pick." I blabbered on until Eliza cut me off.
"Do you know about the First Competition?" She asked, leaning in to me. I shook my head.
"Well, were in it-now. They're trying to see who can socialize well without, drawing attention to themselves."
"Really? I asked amazed.
"Have you ever wondered what the Competition was really about?"
No. Not really. I hated it. "No." I said curtly.
"Well I've heard some rumors..." She was cut off by Bo running down the stairs, from the hallway and running over to his chair and leaping into it. I scooted my chair backwards. Everyone was watching him as he put a leg up on his chair and rest his arm on his knee. His face was grinning.
"Why hello, ladies." In that moment I hated him. His brown hair annoyed me and his gray eyes made me want to sleep. Not really, part of the "Annoyed" part. I looked into his eyes, and saw some kind of darkness. Misery? I put that thought away as Eliza leaned into me once more, keeping an eye on Bo.
"You do know that you could've changed?''
"Changed what?" I asked slowly, staring at Bo.
"Really!" I asked, looking down at myself. I forgot about the dress, now rumpled. And higher than it should be. "Lead me away." I said lowly. Bo leaned in, his eyes now glinting mischievously, as they scanned me. My bare shoulders, my rumpled face. I was glad that I insisted that my mother was not to put make-up on my face.
"But I like seeing you like that." He said, slowly. I had no idea what to say to that, what that even meant... I looked closer into his eyes and saw something else.
"Are you on drugs?" I asked him. At that moment he seemed to "Sober" up and he looked at me like I was crazy.
"I would never do drugs." He said,meeting my eyes and staying still. The heat of the eye-meetings brought a blush to my face. I could feel it. Eliza then grabbed my upper arm with hold nimble fingers and pulled me up, fumbling with her words saying that she was going to find me some normal clothes. Bo hopped up and said
''I'll go too!''. Eliza narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm not going to do-o anything" He said, indignantly, holding out the word "Do." for a while.
"Fine." She said, surprisingly passive.
"I would've gone either way. Benefits to being King." He said, raising his hands and pointing them at himself. Eliza's face was blank. We walked pass the chairs, as Bo did it on the other side, he looked like he was skipping. I think he was...
We met at the steps and I could feel the stares on me, and I pulled my dress lower, unsuccessfully.