I woke up stinky, starving, and needing badly a bathroom. My mood was very low. I was depressed again.
I tried to visit Dante. I thought, perhaps he'd be willing to help. He had been willing enough last time we spoke.
He quickly answered the door, and accepted to let me in, despise my pretty smelly state.
I tried to get closer to friendly with him. A friend would not hurt, and maybe I'd get somewhere to sleep, safe, instead of outside, once in a while. I did explain I was currently homeless, though I did not give the details. I don't think he believed me.
He asked me how I ate, since I am homeless. I said I was picking up vegetables from the park, and school was giving me free meals.
He tried to be nice, and spoke to me about flowers. It seems it is common knowledge that all fairies like flowers. Good to know.
First, I used the toilet. Glad I made it in time.
Then I decided to pour myself a hot bath. I miss baths, so when I can, I try to grab one.
But pretty much everyone in the house - except Dante - did burst into the bathroom, telling me how inappropriate I was. Embarrassing, you say? Since when is it appropriate to burst into someone who's in the bath?
I tried to talk and plead with Dante, to let me take a bath in his bathroom, but to no avail. Not only he refused, but he even intimidated me. I lashed out at him.
Then my revenge, for him scaring me. I made them sit, and told them a really, really scary ghost story. The first looking scared was Dante. Violet seemed uninterested, so I kicked it up a notch, or two.
And there, I had her. A ghost, being afraid of ghost stories. Isn't that ironic?
Satisfied, I decided to leave their house, still starving. I knew a place that would not mind if I used their showers, or took food in their fridge.
The fire fighters station. I rushed there, still smelly, and my mood only getting lower and lower. Once more, the place was empty.
I was tired of stinking, but first things first. Food. I went straight for the refrigerator. It was well filled, and that pleased me. I only took bread and jam. Didn't want to steal someone's lunch.
Then, shower. I slid into it, thinking maybe I could try to find someone and get them to invite me to live here. What? A girl can dream.
And why not? I decided to also throw in some extra sleep. A few hours in a bed are always good. Better than a bench.
