I have updated the page, “Maybelline the Magnificent (Novel)”, with a new chapter that I had recently finished. Here it is. Enjoy:
Chapter Three: A Story for Joey
Despite her best efforts, the old wooden door still creaked and groaned as she opened it, alerting anyone inside of the room of her present. Inside the room were two small beds. In between the small beds, was a nightstand made from dark wood. Atop the nightstand was a small lamp with a faded and battered lampshade. There was a large window parallel to the beds, facing the front of the building. There was a small circular throw rug of a greenish-brown color. A small, old-fashioned furnace made from black iron sat against the wall opposite to the beds. A small, round, and black wall clock was attached to the wall, over the nightstand.
On the bed closet to the window, was a small boy. His short hair was tannish-brown and his skin was as pale as the moon. He had a blanket made from white wool wrapped around his shoulders. He was wearing a pale blue nightshirt and a pair of night pants of the same color. When he heard the door opening, he turned his head to face it. His silvery-blue eyes lit up when he saw who was at the door and a large smile formed on his face. “Maybelline!”
Maybelline carefully shut the door behind her and ran toward her eight-year-old brother’s side. The two of them embraced one another, Maybelline rubbing her brother’s back through the blanket and Joey nuzzling his face into his older sister’s neck. They pulled back and stared at each other for a moment before Maybelline broke the silence. “How are you feeling, bubby?” She asked.
Joey shrugged. “Ok, I guess. I still feel a little achy and my nose is runny.”
Maybelline frowned and her brow knitted. She used her right hand to cup her brother’s right cheek. She rubbed her thumb against his cold skin on his face. “Poor thing.” She said softly.
Joey smiled as he placed his own hand on top of his sister’s. “I’m be fine.” He reassured her. “What about you? How are you going?”
Maybelline smiled. “You know me!” She said. “Nothing can get me down! Oh, and before I forget…” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a silver coin. She pushed the coin into her brother’s tiny hands. “For you.”
Joey’s smile grew wider and he threw his arm around Maybelline again. “Thank you! Thank you! I’ll always keep it close!”
“Don’t you want to send it?” She asked. “Or make a wish in the wishing well?”
“No way!” He exclaimed. “This is a present from you! I’ve never do that to anything you give me!” Joey pulled away from his sister and reached into the small pocket of his nightshirt. He pulled out a long, white piece of cord. He then looped the cord through the square hole of the coin and tied the cord around his neck. He smiled as he said: “This will be my most precious treasure!”
It took the entirety of Maybelline’s willpower to stop herself from crying tears of joy. Her brother, Joey, was the purest soul she ever had the pleasure of meeting, and the most important thing in her life. She wrapped her arms around her brother’s neck and embraced him again, tighter this time. He wrapped his own arm around her waist and squeezed her tightly. “Thanks, Maybelline.” Joey had whispered into her ear.
“Anything for you, brother dearest.” She whispered back into his ear.
Eight years ago, their mother had passed away due to childbirth and their father, who was unemployed at the time, was unable to care for them and leave them in the care of the orphanage. Maybelline was only two-years-old at the time. Perhaps his hope was that the orphanage would take better care of them then he could. However, within a year of living in the orphanage, Joey became afflicted with an unknown illness and was told by doctors that he couldn’t leave his room. For his whole life, Joey had been confined to his room, never able to play outside with the other children or feel the fresh air on his skin.
It was when Maybelline was eight-years-old that she realized two things: that Joey was her only family and that he was going to have a difficult life if she didn’t do something about it. So, over the years, she did everything in her powers to help him. While the owner of the orphanage, a twenty-something-year-old woman with long brunette hair and eyes who the children called Miss Scarlet, gave his food and water daily, it was Maybelline who looked after him, the one who played with his, the one who told him stories, and the one who made his laugh when he was feeling sad. Joey was Maybelline’s best friend; her only friend. He was her pride and joy and her reason for living. There was nothing in this world that she wouldn’t do to keep him safe and happy.
“Maybelline?” Joey spoke.
“Yeah, buddy?” She replied.
“Can you tell me a story?”
“Of course I can!” With that, she climbed onto the bed and got underneath the blanket alongside her brother. She wrapped one arm around his shoulder and held him close to her. She cleared her throat. “The tale I am about to tell you is one hundred percent true. It’s a story of action, mystery, and with a hint of danger; it’s a story of brave heroes, great adventures, and villainous monsters. No matter how unbelievable it may sound, no matter how improbable, no matter how unlikely the story may be, you must believe every single word I say. If your attention falters for any reason, if you stop listening even for a second, or if you stop believing in my little tale, then surely terrible things will happen! Are you ready?” Joey nodded his head, a huge smile on his face. “Well then, let continue.”