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Waking in the morning, Serise looked around and frowned, rubbing her eyes, "Mnngh...where the hell?" She looked at the bed, and around the room with blurry sleep filled eyes. "This isn't my room." As the haze of sleep left her eyes she started to remember where she was and what was going on. That actually made her relax, it was better than home. Lance had made her laugh the night before. But for some reason she couldn't bring up that feeling from last night, the laughing and the smiling. She tried to smile a few times, but failed, she wasn't feeling pretty, she felt like Serise again. Sighing, and gathering up the book, pencil and sketch pad she put them on a darkly colored vanity.
Licking her lips, she looked to all the things lying there, hairbrush, barrettes, ribbons, make-up of all kinds. But there was no mirror, frowning, she wondered if she could ask for one. Maybe its a desk...not a vanity. Its not like I would used any of this crap. Opening the drawer, she swept everything but the hairbrush in there. Brushing up her hair she realized she had no toothbrush and frowned, she'd use a hairbrush left out but not a toothbrush. She'd ask Lance for one later.
For a while she sat and drew, read and even tried to write alittle. her stomach stopped that and she looked to her door. She knew where the kitchen was, maybe they wouldn't mind if she cooked herself something. Walking upstairs, she came into the kitchen. It was mostly can food and dry things that wouldn't spoil, so she made herself some quick soup. As she ate, she wondered where everyone was.
Shrugging it off, she cleaned her dishes and retreated back to her room to draw. Drawing her hand over and over again like her teachers had told her in school. The day wore on as she did, she ate when she was hungry and read, drew and wrote. This place was her new home, Lance had said she was stuck here, so she was going to make the best of it and cultivate her own hobby. This castle was a new beginning.
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