bocadelinferno

I can’t believe it! I am 16 years old and I live in a castle. Isn’t this what every girl dreams of? Living in a massive castle like a princess and having people wait on you hand and foot? Okay so it isn’t so much like that, but it’s still a castle and I live here. I don’t know if I believe everything that we have been through is worth where we live now, but I do have to say it is a bit of a dream made reality.

I still have a lot to get used to. Between school in England and all the kids making fun of my accent and knowing what most of my class feels, or my occasional freak out when their extreme emotions around me, it didn’t make things easy. Everyone keeps saying that it’s only been a month and that I should just be patient and things would get easier, but I just don’t know anymore.

I have to say though that it is a relief to have some actual fun around here. I even got to dress up in a costume, which was new. The only problem was getting Angelina to go. If she had her way she would have stayed in her room pining for Robert, or training in one of the many workout rooms.

I guess I should be happy that she is training again, but it just seems like that’s just another substitute for having to have actual interaction with other humans. I am the one who hurts when I am around people and she is the one who hides, I just don’t get it.

I guess I should be happy though, I did get her out of her room and to the party. The thing that won her over, other than if she didn’t I wouldn’t leave her alone, was that she didn’t have to go get her costume. I had already chosen costumes for us both. Mind you not the most original for her, but it worked none the less.

I am in a sixty’s outfit with my hair down and straight, and a pink polka dotted head band. My sister however, I found her a gorgeous gown that is red and black and has a lace up the back. I think she will love it, though it doesn’t show off enough of her body, or at least that is what she said.

Still with all of this something doesn’t feel right. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but Angie doesn’t look like she feels well and she never gets sick. Maybe I was just pushing her too fast. No, I can’t sit here and worry about this, she needed out of her room and that’s all that matters. I am just going to try and enjoy myself and hope that nothing goes wrong tonight, we have had our share of wrong.