wind whisperer

this is what happens b4 i start the other things

Mrs. Silver wood held my hand like a small child as we got out of the train together, “let’s go get the luggage shall we?” she asked in a English slight accent. I have her a warm smile “sure lets” I looked at Mrs. Silverwood, her name suited her well, her long silver hair pined in an intricate design, she stood stock strait not wrinkling the navy blue suit she wore. “Mrs. Love, let’s get going!” I snapped back to reality and smiled, “ok” I said linking arms with Mrs. Silverwood and walking into the crowded station. I looked into the sea of people swarming before me, for some reason I searched the crowd for a familiar face, and then shook my head. Of course I didn’t know anybody here, this is out of state. Still the since of Desha vu slapped me in my face. Sighing I looked up through the throng of people swarming before me, I didn’t know which one I hated more, air ports buzzing with tourists or the train station swarming with people trying to find each other.
We finally reached the luggage bay. I stood and taped my foot impatiently waiting for our luggage, Mrs. Silverwood seemed to since my irritation said “where do you suppose all of these people have to go to in a hurry?” I looked at her and gave an extremely unladylike grunt. She smiled at me “they should just slow down and enjoy life instead of rushing about.” She replied clicking her tong distastefully, I looked up at Mrs. Silverwood she wasn’t hard to like, she already felt like my adopted grandma that I had never had, she never seemed to lose her temper, let alone having the capability of saying something nanasty to someone, why might I ask cant everyone by like that? I guess life would be too easy then.
“Luggage” Mrs. Silverwood chirped, I lugged one of my bags upright then grabbed another, Mrs. Silverwood grabbed the last one. “Thank you”
“no problem my dear” she said “now let us get out of this horrid place” she muttered under her breath, I smiled at her good naturedly, I had gotten use to her remarks over the time I had spent with her, I’m not exactly sure how the whole social worker thing works but my guess is that you are not suppose to spend about two month living with your social worker, but I could have been worse, I could have been sent off to some horrid foster home. Never once I questioned her, it didn’t seem ever like the right time, sometimes she seemed so fragile I imagine she might shatter, and a question like that would probably get her all worked up. Although she didn’t seem that old, she just acted like she had lived for a much longer time than any of us.
We walked out of the port area and into the bright sun, I squinted into the sun suddenly feeling very tired. Only half listening to Mrs. Silverwood, I glanced around people milled around the streets looking in windows and talking. Around us rose small homey looking buildings, “Mrs. Rose?” Mrs. Silverwood inquired
“Yes?” I asked sweetly she rolled her eyes
“Don’t even try to tell me that you were paying attention” I laughed
“Ok, ok you got me, what were we talking about?”
“We are going to a hotel to clean up” I nodded
“I could use a hot shower right about now, how are we getting there?” she looked at me incredulously
“Well were walking of course”
“Nooo” I groaned sighing irritability she looked at me
“Well what did you think your legs were made for?”
“Pushing a gas pedal?” I tried; Mrs. Silverwood looked at me then made a strangled coughing sound, then muttered
“Children these days!” I realized that she was trying not to laugh, and then smiled.
“Alright let’s get going. Mrs. Silverwood and I then proceeded down the street looking for a good hotel.

A couple of blisters later we stood in front of a huge Hilton hotel. “Finallyyy” I sung and skipped into the hotel, instantly feeling stupid form the looks from the workers inside of the hotel, unforchantly for me my light complexion made me look like a bright tomato, so I did what any sensible girl would do. I hid behind my long dark hair. Mrs. Silverwood walked into the lobby and sauntered up to the desk. The man looked at her then stood up straighter putting his magazine down, “hello miss, how may I help you?” he asked in a fake voice. Mrs. Silverwood gave him a look that said, ‘I don’t buy your crap’ instead said, “I would like a nice room”
“what kind of rooms would you like miss?” He asked shoving a brochure her way. She looked at the brochure and back to the man blinking.
“just get me a nice room with two beds in it” she said glaring at the man, then man instantly began fumbling with his computer, I took a step closer to the desk, the man’s name tag read Christopher Mwhore, I took a double take Mwhore? Then fought the urge to start laughing. That must have been a hard name growing up; I can just picture a substitute teacher reading off an attendance roll, “Joey Jonson, Alex Roberts, Christopher Whore? Wait am I getting that right?” giggles fought their way up my throat was my mental picture popped, I turned around and covered my laughing with hysterical coughing. Mrs. Silverwood turned around looking concerned “are you ok my dear?” I couldn’t help myself I started laughing trying extremely hard not to, but I’m pretty sure the man behind the desk got it. He looked at me annoyance plain on his face, “here are your keys, have a nice day.” I took them and walked quickly towards the elevator, Mrs. Silverwood trailing behind me, I punched the call button rapidly and a car came down, I stepped into the elevator Mrs. Silverwood behind me. Soon as the elevator doors closed Mrs. Silverwood asked “what happened back there? Are you allergic to something or what?” I couldn’t help it, I started laughing really hard. Mrs. Silverwood just stood there looking at me like there was something wrong, “what is so funny?” she asked making me giggle more, “Uh, err.” I paused “did you see that guy’s name tag?”
“Yes”
“His last name was Mwhore”
“You’re point?” I looked at Mrs. Silverwood, explaining to her the modern lingo of then word did not seem like something that would be very fun. So instead I just shrugged
“Never mind”
The doors in front of us chimed and opened.