Elara
I am not stupid; I am just wired differently. That is what I tell my reflection as I work a fresh coat of pink dye into my hair at the bathroom sink.
Is being different good? Is it bad? I do not know, but I like the way Anderson said it. I finish quickly, and after I rinse it out, the dark roots are gone, replaced completely by the bright pink.
"Elara. Anderson. Lunch is ready," Sophia calls from downstairs. "Come down now."
I leave my room and wait by my door for Anderson, so we can walk down together. He does not appear. If he had already gone down, I would have heard him, thanks to the walls in this house that are not very thick at all. He has to pass my room to get to the stairs. I decide to go to his room instead.
I will just tell him the food is ready and then leave. It is a simple plan.
