Missy Some More

"So...what did you do on your...land, Missy?"
"Oh, I skipped out on the prince."
"You what?"
"Ditched, left, gone early. Learn the slang Mr. Moron!"
"Mr. Mo--- sorry, Missy. But you're not going to get me like you did the other counselors." He leaned towards my face. His breath smelled like puke. Gross. Puke, spearmint, and coffee. Yum...no, nevermind. That just doesn't work. Even a sarcastic yum makes it sound gross. "Listen, Missy. Your mummy told me all about you. I know everything."
"EVERYTHING? She was in here for five minutes!"
"I know you pose nude for Japanese elephants!"
"WHAT?!"
"Just kidding!" He gave me a warm, welcoming smile. It made me sick. He continued, "So, Missy. What is your land called?"
"Saquoar,"
"Very interesting. And your name on Earth is...Sarah?"
"Not even close, buster. It's Mist. No matter what my mother calls me, it's Mist."
"Adorable-"
"It's NOT adorable. Do you think dead kittens are adorable? I mean before they were dead they were adorable, so why not when they are?"
"Excuse me? How did we get on this subject?"
"Buddy, I think we're done here." I began to stand when he put his big, beefy, slimey hand on my shoulder. "Wait --- we're not done here!"
"Uh, okay, Buddy. I don't know where you're from, but here when people say 'I'm leaving' you let them leave!"
"No, not when you're getting paid to make them stay!"
"Dude, just let me leave. I don't have any issues, kay?"
"I didn't say you did."
"Yeah, ya kinda did. Why am I even here if I have no issues?"
"Um...to chat...? Yeah - to vent. So are you a princess on your magical land." Magical...I hate that word. It's another word for, "You're a freaking psycho, let me leave." I'm not stupid.
"Okay, buddy. Or friend. Or Bob. Or Jake. Or freaking maniac that won't let me leave! Where I live is not 'magical,' got it? And it's my world --- and there's no fairies, no ponies, no rainbows. It's a mixture of fall and winter. It's dark and cold!"
"Ok, hon. Take a seat." He comforted me even though I was mad. Really mad. But I wouldn't let him take me. In my head, I could hear Fallen and Sheer screaming, "Don't go, Miss! You're not his hon!" He was pointing his open hand towards the chair I once sat in. "NO!"
"Please, just sit. We can talk."
"I DON'T WANNA TALK! I HAVE FALLEN! AND SHEER! AND THE PRINCE!" He looked at me as if I was insane.