Jasmine's POV.
"how amazing Dolores, you got us an Ambingar? what are we supposed to do with her?" he yelled looking at me, ouch, that hurt my feelings. I know you might be wondering: *what's going on?*, don't worry, I'll recap.
So, after Dolores found out that I'm a bringer of chaos (whatever that means), she made a few frantic calls and decided that we're going to Jamaica. So, well, yeah, I'm currently in Jamaica, and I am hating the place. She took me to this beautiful building in Kingston and introduced me to a bunch of arites, they are actually pretty nice though and all was going fine until the supposed *council* arrived. They announced an emergency meeting and took us to a secluded room, even Dolores herself didn't seem too comfortable in their presence, I wouldn't blame her though, it comprises of a bunch of adults (who I doubt remember the meaning of the world: smile) and this guy who although looked no older than me, wore an equally stoic expression.
I looked around hoping my expression showed the question I was trying to ask *is this world frowning day?*, after a few minutes of excruciating silence, my mouth worked faster than my brain as usual and I blurted out the word "hi" before I could stop it. Carl cleared his throat and Dolores jabbed me in the ribs "what is your name?" *Carl* asked, under normal circumstances I wouldn't have answered coz he asked it too coldly but something about the tense atmosphere told me to cooperate "Jaz" I decided to keep it simple "where did you find her?" a woman in a sundress asked stepping forward and standing directly in front of me, she peered at me from behind a pair of thick lenses and I started feeling uncomfortable.
"I saw her, Rosa" Dolores replied "hmm, do you mind?" Rosa asked touching my face, do I mind you poking around my eye? yeah of course I do, but nevertheless I shook my head "how do you have different eye colors?" was that supposed to be a question? "I was born that way" I replied "were you born an arite?" "no, it happened after an accident in my dad's laboratory" "wanna expatiate?" Carl spoke in a thick tone I decided to ignore "there's nothing to explain, I entered into the laboratory ran around, spilled chemical on myself then turned into a weirdo" I said looking him directly in the eye "weirdo? you might want to watch your language, girl" he said "Jaz" I corrected and he stepped forward as if wanting to intimidate me.
"meaning?" he raised an eyebrow "meaning what's the point asking for my name when you're not gonna use it anyway" I crossed my arms in front of my chest "careful, mind the way you talk to me" he leaned closer to my face "you're invading my personal space" I spat using my index finger to push his head backward, that seemed to flare him up "Dolores who is she?" he walked backwards then continued "another weirdo?" "she is not a weirdo.." Dolores started but was interrupted rudely by the brat "I wonder why you're still on the council even, all you bring is problems, from Lois to Jeanine to Bianca and now this?" he eyed me.
"hey do not speak to her that way" I interjected, how dare he? "what did you say?" he narrowed his eyes grabbing my arm harshly "what do think you're doing?" I said glaring at him, I didn't flinch, forget that I was born a princess, I'm not fragile "let the girl go Carl" a steady voice came from the corner of the room, with one final glare, he dropped my arm and huffed to the corner of the room "so, Jaz, what is your skill?" the voice came again and I felt Dolores shift nervously beside me "she um.." she started but was cut off again by Carl "let her speak for herself" that means I'm on my own now "I'm an ambingar" I said fidgeting with the helm of my top.
That seemed to cause an uproar, I kept hearing echoes like "an ambingar?" "that's impossible?" "how come?" until someone decided to break the ice. "how amazing Dolores, you got us an Ambingar? what are we supposed to do with her?" he yelled looking at me, ouch, that hurt my feelings.
Back to present...
So, after the shocking discovery, one of the members of the council ushered me out of the room and introduced me to a group of girls I would be staying with, and currently I'm almost dozing off listening to Carla and her friends giggle on and on about the colour of dress they'd wear for the UAFAP (The United Arites Family Annual Party). What did I get myself into now?
Just then a group of people from the council walked by and my eyes met Carl's glare, which I gladly returned with an even fiercer one, he held my gaze for a moment before continuing his conversation with an elderly man. I shifted my gaze back to the group, suddenly aware that Carla had said something to me before "what?" I inquired "I asked what color you're going to wear for the party" she repeated and I shrugged "blue, I guess" "blue?" a brunette in the group tsked disapprovingly, oh I'm sorry, got a better idea?
"blue is a boy's colour, how about the lilac dress, it would look good on you" she showed me a picture on her phone and I almost wretched my intestines out when I saw the dress. It's pretty, no doubt, but to girly for my liking, with many sparkles and colourful buttons.
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