How the Marigold Lost It's Sun: Ch 3

No. I had to gain control over myself.

Obviously, this was some sort of effed up game they were playing. They wanted to get me to swoon over this freaking miracle of nature and poke fun at me for it for the rest of my life.

Stupid, yes, but what else could be expected of them?

I frowned at the boy, and he quailed at the sight of me. Of course he didn’t like me, so I decided to tell him.

“If you really liked me, Alexander Darius Kane, you would freaking know not to show up here with that bunch of retards. You would know that they had been tormenting me all through this year. I know that this is another one of your stupid jokes. It doesn’t make much sense, yes, but then again none of you know what sense is.

With that, I slammed the window in his face just as he was about to speak. He tried to yell whatever he was saying across the window, but I put my amazing soundproof headphones on and went up into my bedroom.

I didn’t feel like crying or whatever. It was just that I didn’t understand what these people were trying to achieve with their jokes. What even did this have to do with the whole “ermahgerd Marigold is too ginger” thing?

Today was one of those days where I had no faith in humanity.

After 15 minutes, I lifted my headphones and edged downstairs. The yelling had subsided. Good. I went down the stairs and into the kitchen to make that feel good cake. It would have to have a lot of extra chocolate in it after all of this.

Two hours later, I belched the satisfied, but uncomfortable belch of a girl who just downed a huge chocolate cake. My stomach was threatening to explode. Between all of its menacing growls, I could barely feel the vibration of my cell under my butt. Ma was calling.

“Hello?” I said, burping amd trying not to puke up chocolate.

“Marigold! Hope you’re all dressed, we will be home with our doctor friends pretty soon. They are bringing their son, Lex, do you know him?”

I sat up with a bolt. Today WAS the 14th of June, their half day, and their day to have fun. For this fortnight’s fun, they had decided to bring over friends. Charming.

“N-no, Mom, I don’t know a Lex.” I stammered as I bolted up the stairs. “When will you get home?”

I put the phone on speaker as I rummaged through my wardrobe, looking for a pretty dress or something to wear.

“We’ll be home in about ten minutes, Mari. Do you want anything?”

“N-no mom, I’m fine” I said hurriedly as my stomach rumbled loudly once again. “See you then!”

The call ended.

I quickly chose a knee-length a-line emerald green dress that gathered under the bust with a silk belt which would hopefully hide my cake belly, then quickly slipped my feet into matching green flats, and coaxed my hair into a bun.

There we go.

I sat down and relaxed until the doorbell rang. Then I got up and walked to the door, and was about to open it until I saw the couch.

The pearly white couch had a huge chocolate smear on it. I must have upset the cake thingy when I got up.

Covering my mouth to shush up all the choice swear words that came to my mouth, I immediately ran to the couch and with a tremendous effort, heaved the huge cushion up and flipped it over.

The doorbell rang one more time, and a worried “Marigold?” could be heard.

I threw the pillows on the couch, stuffed the tray in the kitchen sink and after composing myself in front of the mirror for a second, opened the door.

“Sorry, was in the bathroom.” I said, and greeted the guests. “Hello.”

“Marigold, this is Mr. and Mrs. Kane, and their son, Lex.”

Mr. and Mrs. Kane shook my hand and greeted me politely. Something about Mr. Kane’s eyes and Mrs. Kane’s nose reminded me of someone, but I was too flustered to think of who it was.

“Hiya, Marigold.”

That voice. Lex Kane. ALEXANDER Kane. ALEXANDER DARIUS KANE!

I turned to face the voice.

And sure enough, Lex Kane, in an impeccable black shirt, tie, trousers and shoes, was staring back at me and smiling.

Tonight was going to be a long one.