I sat down in a chair near the side and Rosie went over to the counter to get something. She came back with a clipboard and a pen.
"Woah, getting proffesional are we?"
She wrote down a few things on the paper attached to the clipboard and then proceeded to sit in a chair across from mine.
"So Lidya, where do you live?"
"Why do you need to know that?"
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"Please, Lidya. Just tell me."
"Wait a minute! Don't you already know that? I mean you did break into my house, right?"
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"Only the council and the Mask know that kind of information. Like cookies, these things aren't shared with us."
"Did you just compare sharing cookies with sharing my personal information? Also, who are the Mask and the council?"
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"The council is the group of people that wear the cloaks and the masks. The Mask is their head. You know, the one that has the stipes on their sleeves."
"Huh. Why do you call him the Mask?"
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"Him? What makes you think the Mask is a him? No one knows anything about the Mask. They could be a girl for all we know."
"So you honestly don't know anything about the Mask then?"
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"Nope."
"Ooookay. Let's go back to you asking me questions."
I tried for a convincing smile. The fact that I knew more than them was freaking me out.
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"Good. Now, where do you live?"
"In a house."
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Rosie sighed.
"Good enough. Next question, do you have any hobbies?"
"I really like drawing. I'm thinking of being an artist or photographer when I grow up."
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"Interesting. Have you ever had something odd happen to you? Something you can't really explain?"
"Well this one time, some guy broke into my house. He probably messed up a lot of my stuff. He tapped me on the forehead and I fell asleep. Next thing you know, I'm being tied to chairs and a weird woman with an odd hair color is asking me where I live! And comparing my life to cookies!"
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"Lidya, please."
"Okay, fine. When I was in grade two I ... Hah!"
"Aaaah!"
That scared her. How do I know? She didn't scribble on the paper.
"Yeah, nothing weird's ever happened to me. Other than my pencils mysteriously dissapearing in class."
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Rosie started mumbling to herself. I felt kind of left out. Eventually, she looked up at me.
"Well then, I guess that's it. Let's go."
She got up and left the room through the door we came in. I followed.
Where are we going now?
