Terrible Twos Chapter 9

Miriam saw as time began to flash by her eyes, she was already 2.

Yes two!

Time to enjoy her terrible twos, but saddly Miriam found out that her terrible twos were just as bad as her ones.

Ominous ones?

Yeah, that sounded about right.

Anyway, Miriam could now walk without tripping and falling on her face, most of the time anyway.

Ever since her mother died Hilda had made it her job to stop by and visit the children of the house at least once every few months.

She was truly a sweet woman.

Miriam was curious as to what her husband and children were like. Oh well!

Miriam couldnt wait until she could stop wearing dreary black all the time.

She had only seen her parents a handful of times afterall.

Ah the destiny of a young daughter.

Anyway, since she could walk like a sensible person now, Miriam consquently decided to try and escape from her nurse maids and nanny all the time.

She needed to make the most of these carefree days afterall, and what better way than to garden!

Thats right! She was currently waddling her way through the house and hiding from seevants sight, to try and make her way to the garden.

Unfortunately, Miriam forgot one crucial and tremendously important fact.

Outside doors are heavy, and the handle is simply located at such a height that one such as her small stature could not reach. At least not yet.

Once faced with the obstacle of trying to open the humongous door on her own, Miriam decided to switch tactics.

Windows! If one cannot exit through the doors, than the emergency route of the windows is the next logical step!

Miroam made her way to the nearest room with a door open.

She peaked her head inside, she didnt see anyone standing in there.

Tip toeing inside the room, Miriam found a small stool next to a basin filled with water.

Toddling over to the stool she began to drag it over to beneath the windowsill that faced the backyard.

Aha!

So close.....

Miriam complete ignored the tub of steamy water nearby, and once she was satisfied with her placement of the stool, she planned on hopping on up.

Miriam tried to jump onto the stool vigorously, but it was to no avail.

Thinking for a few seconds more, Miriam decided to turn around and walk abit away from the stoll before doing a 180 degree turn facing herself back towards the stool.

Now a few feet away, she bolted towards the stool.

Thats right, she was going to try getting a running start and throw herself ontop of the stool.

As she was doing so, she just happened to hear a set of footsteps making their way down the hall outside, coming towards her direction.

Hurrying her pace up, Miram successfully managed to ragdoll throw the top half of her body ontop of the stool.

Now she needed to hope that her little arms could support her tubby baby body the rest of the way up.

Struggling with all her might, Miriam was barely able to pull her lower half up and onto the stool, thus allowing her bum and below to have a sweet reunion with the upper half of the body.

Footsteps grew ever closer, and so, Miriam hastely got to her feet, wobbling and flailing her hands in the air, much like a wacky wavy inflatable balloon man from the modern era in the process.

She itmeditely grabbed the windowsil with her hands and already had the upper half of her body through the window when after poking her out of the opened window, a rather menacing and mean looking hornet flew up and into her personal space.

Letting out a small "eep" she unconsciously backed up and the stool was pushed away by her flailing feet and she lost purchase on the windowsil with her fingers and fell down and off the window.

Right back inside, and ratherly unfortunately, into the tub of water nearby.

The tail of her dress, got caught on a clothing rack as she took the plunge, and the rack too fell into the water hot on her heels.

Water.

She couldnt breath.

It was hard too see.

She tried to swim up but something was preventing her from doing so.

Feeling around to try and figure out why she couldnt resurface from a mere tub of washing water, Miriam felt a large piece of rounded metal was ontop of her and trapping her beneath it.

This feeling was very familiar feeling to Miriam she knew this was bad, but shock must have set in, as her mind frantically struggled, but her limps would not listen to her.

This feeling was familiar.

Seconds later, she remembered the accident in her previous life.

How could she have forgotten something so vivid?

The weight of a object pushing down on her and trapping her underneath water.

Water seemed to truly be her Achilles heel!

Her vision going dark Miriam was shocked, and will still just frozen up like a deer in headlights.

The tub was too tall for her to to pull herself out, without first being able to get this stupid pole off the top of her.

Ah.

Why was her life always like this?

Whenever she tried to find happiness it was ripped right out from in front of her, and fate that terrible witch must be laughing at her as the seconds ticked by.

Just as she was about to lose conciousness,

A she heard a thump from outside the tub.

And someones voice. They sounded surprised, or excited by the tone she heard.

Right as her eyes began to close, she saw a hand reach down and grab her by the ankle before pulling her out of the tub like one would a turnip from the ground. Very much so not classy at all.

Once again seeing the light of day, the first thing little Miriam did was vomit water and whatever she had that morning for breakfast, right onto her saviors face.

Miriam was hanging upside-down and her face was pale white, then green, and pale white again.

Her eyes bulged out of their sockets when she saw who had picked her up.

The person looked just as surprised as she did.

The reason Miriam was surprised, of course, was because she had no idea who this person was.

However before she could figure out their identity, she realized there was a knarly draft near her behind.

Looking up, Miriam saw her hf of her clothes were shredded by that clothing rack underneath the water.

It must have been stuck on se part of it and when this lad flung her out of the water like they wanted to let their beyblade rip, it was instead her poor clothing.

Itmeditely turning beet red, Miriam shouted at the top of her little 2 year old lungs,

"PERRRRRRRVVVVVERRRT!"

The guys eyes went wide and she felt his grip on her loosening. Oh no!

She was still upside down, her head might be cracked open like one of those monkeys from that archeologist movies!

"No! Be Gentle! The head is delicate!" Miriam once again squealed to the person holding her. If someone should walk into the room, it would look like a farmer had just harvested a large carrot from the ground.

The boy instincts obeyed and gently turned the toddler right side up before setting her on the ground, and itmeditely backing up and away from them like they had just seen a demon.

Pouting, Miriam looked up at the person and made out their facial features.

Long black hair, tied up in the back, dark brown eyes, olive colored skin, and thin lips.

They looked like they were in their teens or early teenager years.

Miriam realized she was two and probably shouldn't know the word, 'delicate' or 'pervert'.

Hmmm. She'll just feign ignorance, and ignore the grievance in her heart for now then.

However, any baby would certianly cry when frightened...