Misty Water Colored Memories
The cement was cold and hard on my back, but it felt good, getting ready for school was actually infuriating. The computers hadn’t been kept up, 5¼ inch diskettes everywhere, I wasn’t half way through, but the real joy was about to come when I checked the teachers computers. On top of my favorite to do list was meeting the new librarian.
Truthfully, listening to his seductive voice, had me going, but then most European voices had a way of doing that. It had taken me years to hide my thick Romanian accent, and hearing him speak took me back home. He wasn’t too bad on the eyes either. But then he spoke, although beautiful and eloquent, he was a snob, snobby, that’s what I’d call him. He had no problem hiding his obvious distain for my ‘infernal machines’ as he told the principal totally unaware who I was or what I did. I was glad I hadn’t taken the time to introduce myself.
The coolness of the floor was calming, my back aching beyond belief, so I closed my eyes.
My eyes fluttered opened slowly the warm sun streaming on my face; Grant was staring down at me, a finger lazily playing with my long dark tresses. “Janna, you’ve lost your mind. You know family is everything. You are the Tiganca, or you will be. When we marry uniting the two strongest Romany clans, the Kalderash and Avarice, our child will be the most powerful Romany ever born, the prophecy Janna you can’t run away from it, or your birthright.
“Prophecies, curses, that’s all I hear. No wonder the villagers insult us by calling us gypsies.” Turning away from him, I spit on the ground. “I am only sixteen, I’m not ready to me married, and I’m not ready for all this. Rosalie is sick; Grant, if she doesn’t recover, then it will be my job.
He jumped to his feet roughly pulling me to him his hands tight around my shoulders, “You don’t want to fucking do it. Go to Nana, get your powers, become the Gyspy Witch of our clan, then heal her.” He softly wrapped me in his arms. “Do it for me, for us!”
Pulling away he grabbed me, spun me around and slapped me. “You just want to go to America to get away.”
“You just want the power, to be the King, you want my clan.” I looked at him panting, if you loved me you’d understand.
“If you love me,” his face turned hateful, “You’d sleep with me.”
“Don’t you dare go there!” I stormed off.
“Janna, Janna,” I could hear him screaming in the background.
A loud ringing, I stretched jolted awake from that unnerving dream. “Why the hell do they sound the school bells off when school hasn’t started?
Dusting myself off, I thought I heard something behind me.
Truthfully, listening to his seductive voice, had me going, but then most European voices had a way of doing that. It had taken me years to hide my thick Romanian accent, and hearing him speak took me back home. He wasn’t too bad on the eyes either. But then he spoke, although beautiful and eloquent, he was a snob, snobby, that’s what I’d call him. He had no problem hiding his obvious distain for my ‘infernal machines’ as he told the principal totally unaware who I was or what I did. I was glad I hadn’t taken the time to introduce myself.
The coolness of the floor was calming, my back aching beyond belief, so I closed my eyes.
My eyes fluttered opened slowly the warm sun streaming on my face; Grant was staring down at me, a finger lazily playing with my long dark tresses. “Janna, you’ve lost your mind. You know family is everything. You are the Tiganca, or you will be. When we marry uniting the two strongest Romany clans, the Kalderash and Avarice, our child will be the most powerful Romany ever born, the prophecy Janna you can’t run away from it, or your birthright.
“Prophecies, curses, that’s all I hear. No wonder the villagers insult us by calling us gypsies.” Turning away from him, I spit on the ground. “I am only sixteen, I’m not ready to me married, and I’m not ready for all this. Rosalie is sick; Grant, if she doesn’t recover, then it will be my job.
He jumped to his feet roughly pulling me to him his hands tight around my shoulders, “You don’t want to fucking do it. Go to Nana, get your powers, become the Gyspy Witch of our clan, then heal her.” He softly wrapped me in his arms. “Do it for me, for us!”
Pulling away he grabbed me, spun me around and slapped me. “You just want to go to America to get away.”
“You just want the power, to be the King, you want my clan.” I looked at him panting, if you loved me you’d understand.
“If you love me,” his face turned hateful, “You’d sleep with me.”
“Don’t you dare go there!” I stormed off.
“Janna, Janna,” I could hear him screaming in the background.
A loud ringing, I stretched jolted awake from that unnerving dream. “Why the hell do they sound the school bells off when school hasn’t started?
Dusting myself off, I thought I heard something behind me.