Classic Novel
Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Alessia’s POV
Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, I find my way out of my room and into the main room.
Aside from my experience with Julianna, no one else has given me grief. Add in the fact that Scarlett is an amazing
person and I feel like I owe it to myself to try and make friends with the people living here.
I don’t know how long I’m going to be staying here and finding new acquaintances seems like the next best thing to do.
mission!
With my mind, I stand at the entrance to the room and start scouting for a possible friend and come up short.
Most of the people around seem half my age and the ones closer to my age are moving around the house hastily,
obviously occupied. They don’t look like they’ll be willing to stop what they are doing to make friends with me.
It finally dawns on me that everyone else is at the training grounds and my mood immediately deflates. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
Dejected, I turn around to head back to my room and spend another day with only myself for company.
“Alessia,” a tiny voice squeals and it grabs my attention to the little girl running towards me.
She stops in front of me with a huge smile on her face and I knee to get to her height.
“Hey, Lucy. How are you doing today?” I ask, looking at her pink dress that is covered with glitters. Seems like
someone is having a lot of fun. Unlike me.
My mood turns sullen again as I’m reminded that I have no friends here.
“Chef and I with some of my friends are making biscuits. Do you want to join us?” Her eyes hold hope as I contemplate
my options..
Staying in my room all by my lonesome self or joining Lucy and some other kids to make biscuits that we’ll probably end up eating. It wasn’t really a hard choice. “Of course, I would love to join you.” I smile at her and get up to my feet. Taking hold of her hand- because it’s so freaking cute and tiny, I lead us into the kitchen where a dozen. little kids are surrounding a woman that seems to be in her late fifties. “Mrs Smith,” Lucy calls out as we draw closer to the lady. “I brought a friend along,” she announces, and a dozen eyes belonging to little kids settle on me.
I squirm under their watchful gazes. Kids could be brutal sometimes. “Hey, dear,” the woman greets me with a smile on my face. Her eyes narrow as she observes me. “I haven’t 1/3 J J コ
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seen you around here before.” Then she makes an ‘O’ shaped sign with her lips. “You’re Caden’s guest. right?”
I may just be imagining it but when she said guest, it sounded like she was implying something else.
“Yes, I am,” I answer back with a smile. “I’m Alessia,” I introduce, waving at the little kids still watching me inquisitively.
“Come sit with me.” Lucy tugs on my hand to get my attention. I look down at her to find her pointing at the counter that has several stools around it. Following her to the counter, I place her on a seat and take the one beside her. Now v seems like the perfect time to ask the questions that have been pondering my mind for a while. And who better to ask than an unsuspecting kid who probably has all the answers I need? “Lucy,” I call out in a low voice and she lifts her head from the coloring book that she’s intensely focused on. “Yes,” she answers in a tiny voice. “Is Caden your father?” I mutter. Her face scrunches up in utter disgust. “Ewww. He’s my big brother.” The instant relief that I feel is almost embarrassing. Jeez, I need to get a grip on myself. Now that it
has been brought up, I just realize that I haven’t caught a glimpse of their parents. Did something happen to them? I’m just about to ask her the next question on my mind when a bowl lands in the middle of the table, making me jump out of my skin like I’ve been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. I trace the hands holding the bowl up to the face of Mrs Smith. “Ok kids, let’s huddle up and make some biscuits,” she says cheerfully and a crowd of children surrounds the countertop a second later, each trying to hop onto a stool. y pushes her coloring book to the side and focuses all her attention on Mrs Smith. Lucy “Alessia, you’ll be my assistant today.” Mrs Smith says it in a firm voice that lets me know, that she wasn’t asking but telling me. I get down from my seat, helping a little boy who was standing on the side climb onto it. Moving over to Mrs Smith’s side, I help her pull out the rest of the ingredients that will be needed for the biscuits. When all of our items have been assembled on the countertop, we start directing the kids on what to do. We help the kids pour the flour into the bowl and add the butter. It’s a messy but fun job. I watch as the kids manage to get more flour on the floor and themselves than into the bowl. @S & AMB B B B B D D D D Chapter 15 96% 11:23 After that stressful experience, Mrs. Smith and I decided to add and stir the other ingredients ourselves. After the batter is ready, we let the kids fill the various shaped pans with it. We pop the pans in the oven while the kids help to clean up the mess they made. Two rolls of kitchen paper and ten napkins later, the kitchen starts to go back to its former glory. The dinging of the oven pulls our attention back to our baked goods.
The kids shuffle and jump on their seats as Mrs Smith brings out the pans. She doesn’t bring it to the counter knowing that the kids will probably jump onto it and end up hurting themselves. While the biscuits cool down, we bring out some sprinkles and any other thing that will be nice to have with the biscuits. The front door opening, followed by the sound of loud voices have the kids getting down from their seats. to greet the adults.