“What is that smell?” Genevieve asked with a disgusted tone.
“Sorry, I-I was, um looking for, uh, a blanket,” I stuttered nervously. I bit my lip and curled my toes.
Genevieve sighed, “Well hurry up, I want to sleep.” I nodded my head quickly and turned my back to her. My cheeks were flushed from embarrassment, something about her made me tense. Throwing aside random objects, I pulled out a stiff, deep red wool blanket. I sat as far away from Genevieve as possible, hoping to avoid any contact. Peering over the blanket, I saw Genevieve curled up into a ball trembling from the cold. Her face had softened and her eyes were glossy, She bit her bottom lip, scared. She looked vulnerable and weak, ever since I had met her she seemed tough.
“Are you alright?” I asked concerned. The words slipped out of my mouth before I could process the consequence.
Genevieve rolled over so she was facing me, “ I’m fine.” She growled.
“Sorry, I, uh, you, um, crying, and yeah.” I mumbled anxiously.
“Shut up Piper, you’re lucky I haven’t thrown you out.”
“My name is actually-“ I was cut off by her icy tone.
“Do I look like I care?”
I shook my head and hid under my blanket. It was going to be a long night.
“Yes?” I mumbled half asleep.
“We have to go, I heard people.” She said frantically, already swinging her legs out the window. My eyes widened and I threw off the comfort of the blanket. I ran out the window and clambered down the side of the house. Once my feet hit the plush grass I knew we were safe.
“What are we going to do now?” I asked spinning on my heel so I could see the stern face of Genevieve, frightened of life back out on the streets.
“Genevieve?” I whispered. She was gone.
The frigid air swirled throughout the hectic streets of England. Sleek, modern, jet black carriages led by sturdy horses filled the cobblestone avenues. Smoke from large factories polluted the air, people hollered at one another angrily. Business men strode along the sidewalk briskly. Fog hung thickly in the air allowing you to see no more than 3 feet ahead of you. Kicking at pebbles, I sauntered along the sidewalk like I had done for years. If I was lucky someone would give me a slice of bread out of pity. Following the throngs of rich snobs I glanced around the city looking for a place to stay. I was tempted to go back to the attic, but Genevieve would most likely be there and she obviously didn’t want me. Shivering, I enveloped myself in my gaunt arms. Heat radiated from inside the many shops and houses. I paused by a thin window covered in condensation holding a family huddled around flickering flames, warming their insides with thick and creamy hot chocolate. Laughter bubbled out of their throats as they tossed their heads back, a healthy glow lit up their cheeks. Hot tears welled up in my eyes, missing my family more than ever. Wiping my tears, I bustled through the hordes of people.
Suddenly, a branch cracked below me. I shrieked and lost my balance, hanging from the tree again.
“Need some help, Piper?”