Zain Or Mercy

Next day…..

  Claire stirred and opened her eyes to see Susan hovering over her.

  "Good morning sunshine"

Susan greeted cheerfully and Claire yawned and stretched while Susan sat next to the bed.

"Ughhh, it's morning already. I wish I can sleep some more"

She said sleepily, trying to get rid of the sleepingnesss that still lingered in her body. She rolled on her side and closed her eyes back.

  "I hope you are not sleeping again, get up"

Susan insisted and she groaned. When Claire did not move, Susan started nudging her, making Claire open her eyes. 

 "What now?"

She asked, fully awake.

  "I feel you are not interested in seeing the town today."

Susan said, puffing her cheeks and Claire frantically got up from the bed with her hands in the air.

  Claire looked around and huffed, nothing here seems like her room back home, no matter how the decorator had tried, it would not look anything close to her room. The room looked small and it's displeases her that she would have to be here out of her own free will. The only thing she can relate to was her big frame photo hanging on the wall opposite her bed. The gray and white wall was covered with paintings, landscapes, and photos which did not suit her taste at all. The medium closet was positiones at an odd corner. Claire bit her lips and shut her eyes closed, when she opened them, Susan was looking at her.

  Claire sucked in some breaths and smiled at her, remembering what Susan had said earlier.

  "I will show my dissatisfaction later"

She thought.

  "I would not dare to miss opportunity to go round the town with you"

The joy in her voice was obvious, making Susan smile widely. It warmed her heart and she wanted nothing other than to hug Claire, only if she wasn't a ghost.

  "But I doubt if granny will want me to go out on my own"

Claire said as she tied her messy black hair up in a ponytail "But she doesn't need to know" Claire added.

"How did you learn to do that anyway?"

Susan asked, trying to change the topic. She was the one who brought the idea of two of them going out to see the city and she would find away to manipulate Mrs Kingston 's heart to agree but she doesn't need to tell Claire that. 

"Mum taught me how to tie my hair"

Claire said proudly making Susan nod in understanding.

  "That reminds me, won't you call your mom to say good morning. Home will be missing you now and a sweet morning from you will reduce how much they miss you" Susan suggested and Claire thought for a while.

  Finally she said,"I will rather call my uncle, he is the one who is missing me the most"

  Susan could not argue that because she knows it's the truth but still she thinks the right person to call is Mercy. It doesn't it make a difference if Claire calls Zain or Mercy?

  "Alright, call him then"

Susan responded blankly, that moment a knock came at the door. Claire squeezed her face so tight that Susan was afraid she would get ugly. She saw how Claire's fists are clenched and that worried her.

 "You don't have to get so angry, I am sure it's your grandma"

Susan stated in her quest to calm Claire down because the young miss looks like she is ready to explode any moment from now.

  Susan can't seems to understand why Claire behaves like this when she doesn't even know the truth.

  Instead of looking relief by what Susan said, Claire gripped the pink bedsheet so tight that it look like she will be ripping it apart soon enough.

  "I don't care.  Grandma doesn't love me like she claims to. Did you see the way she looked at me when I arrived yesterday. I am just wondering why she would want me here when my presence detest her"

Susan said nothing at her outburst.

  "And Aunt Kulture, she would not let me touch Kelvin. I am really here because of you. I would have ask the driver to take me back home the moment we arrived"

Claire muttered bitterly and Susan bit her lower lip nervously. She was short of words. She has nothing to say and again, she doesn't want to agitate Claire the more.

  The knock persisted and when it looked like Claire would not answer the door, it opened. Claire's head snapped to see Kulture walking into the room with her arms folded and a displeased look on her face.