Angela's Point Of View;

The car then stopped and Misty started to put his phone away. As Misty's uncle came out of the car he gave the keys to someone who looked like a lizard. I tried not to make eye contact with him or it. Those things already creeped me out when they were little. This one is at least 6 feet tall. I got out of the car clutching the bag I had from before.

Another one, who resembled a crocodile went into the trunk and took out our bags. They were carrying it in the so-called cabin. It wasn't a cabin, it was what I would describe as a villa. I've seen pictures of such places my extended family has stayed at. The place was huge and brightly lit.

I was in wonderment of it all that I exclaimed, "We're staying here?! This place must cost a fortune for just the night."

"Well, I hope it last longer than that with the money I paid for it. The trees of the forest around give it a peaceful undertone that I like to stay," Misty's uncle said.

Ignoring what he said about the setting I looked up at him and asked, "You own this?"

"Yeah just bought it 2 months ago, I thought you 2 would like to be the first to see it. I know how much you love cabins." He replied with a smile.

Well, I didn't know if I would love it or not because I'd never been in a cabin before. But I was willing to try. "Well just like the others their great uncle but can we go inside first? I'm hungry?" Misty said as he walk in ahead of us.

His uncle and I followed and went inside. Who were these people? My extended family was well off but this was too much. I've only seen and heard people rent places like these to stay for a while. I never imagined that I would be one of them. As we opened the door the inside looked just as luxurious as the outside. It had the type of fancy furniture and lighting you would expect.

As we walked through the living room I wished I could take a picture of it. I rest the bag I clutched near one of the couches as we were going to the kitchen. Near the kitchen had a large dining table. There was also a 3D printer in the kitchen also. His Uncle said we could pick to eat whatever we wanted. I choose blueberry wheat pancakes while Misty got waffles instead. It tasted great but Id never had pancakes before. Next time I'll try the waffles Misty had. His uncle just ate a green salad.

After our dinner, he told us that we each got our own rooms upstairs. I passed back into the living room to get the bag I had left there before going upstairs. I saw that our rooms weren't far from each other which is probably better. I've never stayed in a place without my parents nearby before. I couldn't believe that I.... well this Angela would have a permanent room in this place. Her name was actually engraved on the door. Inside the room was amazing and even had a view of the forest outside. But I mostly was in awe of the room. The bed's mattress looked comfortable and it even had furniture inside where I could sit and watch out the window.

I then pulled the curtain and proceeded to do my nightly routine. That was just to shower and brush my teeth. Working the shower was a trial of its own but I eventually was able to use it. I used the towel that I had already to dry off and came back out to the bedroom side. I saw that the suitcases that were taken out of the car earlier were on the bed. So I started to sort through them and found a pair of yellow pants Pajamas with a large rose on it. I liked that one best so I put it on. As I looked through more of her stuff all I found were endless clothes that were mostly new.

I guess they were brand names judging that they all had trademarked. I also found that she had a new phone, laptop, and tablet with AirPods. I plugged in the ones that needed charging cause they were all dead. All of this stuff was custom designed and even had her initials engraved on them. I wanted the phone to hurry up and charge. I would be able to gain a bit more insight on this Angela.

As I was waiting sitting on the bed I heard a knock on the door. I told them they could come in. When the door opened, it revealed Misty who was wearing purple in the same Pajamas I had. Apparently, we thought the same way. But then I noticed he had something strange on his face. It made the skin look like plastic. "I didn't know you have one of these Pajams also," he said.

I didn't stop staring as I replied. "I can honestly say that I didn't know you had one either. So what's going on with your face?"

"It's a herbal face mask, how else am I going to prevent pimples?" He walked in closer as he responded.

This guy sure takes his appearance seriously but getting a plastic face seems like overkill to me. "Aren't there face washes and creams for that?" I asked him.

"Yes, and I use them but this works better overnight while I sleep. It's not as uncomfortable as it looks." He had now come to sit on the bed next to me as he answered.

His plastic look still kind of weirded me out so I looked away to the curtain by the window and responded, "Ok if you say so."

"Aren't you going to finish getting ready for bed?" He asked me.

Was that plastic mask on his face impairing his vision? "I am ready for bed, I'm in my Pajamas and I wash my face with some sort of a wash I found in my bag," I said as I turned to face him.

"I don't mean your skin, I'm talking about your hair. It's a mess, you didn't even wash it, did you?" He huffed before saying.

Well, I thought about what to say for a while then answered, "Well I have a lot of hair and I don't know how to do that on my own yet."

Misty seemed a little confused by my answer and tilted his head, "So you don't do your own hair?"

"No, but it'll be fine" I simply replied with a shrug.

He then stood up from the bed and started to go off on some unnecessary loud monologue. He was even speaking in a language that sounded like Japanese from earlier. He walked around my room in circles as he did this and I just watched him. What I didn't get was why he was reacting like that. Was it really about me not being able to do my hair? My life is so busy with school, then recently my summer job plus the overall frustration of life along with neglect from 'family' and being very socially deprived to have any friends. I'm surprised it hasn't all dropped out by now anyway. My mom usually does my hair. She likes to because it keeps her busy since my dad barely pays attention to her also.

Misty's uncle must have heard him since he came into my room. Apparently, he knew how to speak the language because he knew exactly what the conversation was about. Again I was thankful he spoke to Misty in English so I knew to want they were saying. "Misty don't be such a drama king. Don't you remember a time when you couldn't do your own hair? "

So it really was about me not being to do my own hair. Wow, he really was dramatic. "That was an eternity ago, my mom even lets me do her hair when she wants to go out now," Misty answered him.

"Good, now instead of freaking out, you can share your knowledge on it with Angela." His uncle responded.

I didn't think Misty was the teaching type so I spoke to hopefully discourage that idea. "That's ok it's a very different texture from his and it's really hard to do."

Misty obviously didn't get that I was trying to get him out of doing something we both wouldn't enjoy. Instead, he took it as a challenge. "Angela, I've never met a hair type or style that I couldn't handle. Cause there's this thing called moisturizer." He said as he passed his hand through his own hair.

The product he mentioned didn't make any sense to me at all. "What does having soft hands have to do with this?" I asked.

"Looks like you two have your work cut out for you. But do it quietly. That means no more loud rants in any language," His uncle then spoke up.

Then he left from the doorway and I looked over to Misty who I heard cracked his knuckles. I gulped when I saw him do that and wondered if I would even have any hair left after he was finished.