Up in the tower - part 1

Someone's down below. I could not understand what the shouting was about. I'll just ignore it until it goes away. One hundred and one, one hundred and two...wait, I can still hear the voice. Is it calling me? I put down my hair brush and slowly gather my hair and walk towards the window. I pull the blinds and open the one window in my room.

The guy was too far down, I could not understand what he was saying. I couldn't see him clearly. Where are my glasses? It was on my dresser yesterday, where it is now? Oh, if only I can remember. Why can't I remember?

Oooh, this hair is killing me! Why does it weight so much. Darn it! My hair's caught in the chairs again. What I wouldn't give for a scissor right now. Heck, I would even settle for a rusty knife. Come on hair! Ha! Dumb chair!

Where is my glasses? Come on, hair. Yikes, it's now wrap around the bedpost. Oh....come on! Down onto the floor I go. Okay, one more pull. Got it! What was I looking for again? Oh, yes, glasses! "Hey, you up there!" There he goes again. This time the voice was louder. I can understand what he was saying. Here it is. My glasses. Mmmm. I can see fine but these glasses are just too tight. My head hurts. I tuck at them. Okay, much better.

I gather up my hair and walk towards the window. Down below is some guy wearing a knights' uniform and a sword sticking out of his belt. He was still yelling up at me. His hands cup his mouth. I can't see his face. Who is he?

I adjust my glasses again, "Hello!" I yelled at him as I lean over the window's edge. "Hellooooo!" He responded. He put his hands down and looks up at me with skyblue eyes. How handsome he is. Such smooth skin. How I wish I can come down to talk to him. I smile down at him. God, I wish I was prettier.

He said something else. I could not understand him. I said,"What did you said?" as loudly as I could. He answered this time by cupping his hands to his mouth: "May I come up?" May he come up? How was he suppose to do that? I shake my head no. Not sure what else to tell him. He looked confused for a moment then, "Why not?" he said. Why not? What does he mean, Why not? How the heck is he suppose to come up? I can't let my hair down for him. I haven't got permission from Step-Mother. What will she said if I let him come up? No, no, no way. I am not getting into trouble for him. Plus it is too painful to pull one skinny Step-mother up, how much lighter can he be? He may be cute but that doesn't mean I would like him. Who knows he could be a psycho. Or worse! A kidnapper! I just can't take that chance. "What do you want?" I shouted down to him. "Just to talk," he said. Talk? Who wants to talk. It's late and it's close to my bedtime. "Come back another time," I said to him. "I can't. I am just passing by for today. I have to return to my kingdom tonight," he doesn't seem at all upset. What's with the silly grin? Ha, if he can't come back another time, why should l let him up? Why should I have to stick to his schedule?

I look down at him once more, and shake my head and shouted, "I can't let you come up! Goodbye!" Once more his face looked disappointed but not devastated. I shut the window and pulled the blinds. For a while, I heard no sound coming from below. I thought nothing of him and finish combing my hair. The devil! My hair just refuse to budge. Ouch! Darn you! One more broken brush. Good thing I have more.

After a hour, I decide to check to see if the guy's still there. I pull the blinds and open the window and peek down below. There was no one. Not even a single thing was moving around below. The moon was bright and I can see everything clearly. Shoot! He sure give up so easily. Step-Mother was right, all men are idiots and I shall not give any more thought to him. I gather up my hair and went back to bed.

Read part 2 here.