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Character Portrait: Harriet Eriksson
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I stood staring at the doors. The huge big wooden doors with iron hinges. How can doors look so menacing? They can't you idiot. Of course Harri was the first one to say something. She was always the meanest and the scariest especially if she decided to take over. I don't think your an idiot Harriet. That was Rikki, always so quiet and sweet but I liked her best, when she does get the confidence to take over she always is calm and collected, many people call her shy but I know that she is the smartest one. Oh, don't be ridiculous Harriet, think of this as an adventure! Always the optimist and definitely the most talkative, when Teri takes control she's always in a hurry to do everything and is just so excitable.
"You guys do realise that this is the entrance to our prison right?" I mutter.
"Please Harriet come through and stop muttering." dad scolded, she gave me a stern look and ushered me through the door like a child. My anger flared at that point and Harri slipped into control.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that. I'm not stupid and I can take all the time I please. Besides why do you care your abandoning me here anyway." I gave him my dirtiest look and marched passed towards to main desk.
The receptionist looked to be in her mid-forties and was probably a military sergeant or something from her beefy arms and cruel features. She was turned away from me and so I slammed my hand down on the desk. She slowly turned with a bemused look on her face, before she opened her mouth I said,
"Listen to me, my father is dumping me here but I don't want any crap. Send me to where I will be staying and give her the paper works to deal with."
Now the lady looked astonished. I gave her a scowl but was soon thrown off because the side of my head started to ache with Harriet yelling at me to be polite and Teri complaining that this is not how we make friends. Of course this just made me angrier and gave me more control. But still I couldn't help it and before I realised that I was saying it aloud I was yelling;
"Just SHUT UP! I can't think."
By then dad had come up behind me and was apologising to the receptionist. But I wasn't paying attention because there was too much going on in my mind. What I did notice was the flabby arms wave over someone and then I felt too hands gently on my shoulders. Before I could protest they started to steer me away. From behind I could hear my dad calling out I love you and see you soon. The trip to my new room was a blur, full of stairs and too many identical doors and white walls. We finally reached a door and I read the number 26. The person came round to unlock the door and I noticed that it was a he and he was surprisingly handsome and young. Maybe only 10 years older than me. He gently pushed me into the room. He stayed near the threshold of the doorway.
"This is your room. Later on we will bring some of your old stuff in so it will feel more like home. I've got to check on some other patients now but someone will be back later with dinner." With that he was gone and I could hear the click of the lock as he walked away. I sagged down onto the simple wooden bed. By now I had calmed down enough to slip back to the corners of my mind and Rikki took over. Instantly I was scanning the room, it wasn't large but it wasn't small either. Surprisingly it was actually bigger than my room back home. Although clearly more sterile. Everything was pretty much white. White walls, white sheets and white tile floor. Thank god the bed and desk were wooden otherwise I think I may go crazy. You can't go crazy when you already are, stupid.
"No, Harriet is the crazy one we're still perfectly normal." I reasoned aloud. Calmly I stood back up and walked around my new room. There was an inbuilt closet with some white shirts already hanging there. I imagine that they would drop my suitcase with my clothes in it later on when dad gets it out of the car. Next I walk over to the bed and test it again. It's quite comfy, no springs which is good but the sheets are kind of coarse. Next I walk over to the desk, I run my hands over and feel the cool, smoothness of the wood. As I reach the corner I find that the edges have all been rounded. Obviously someone's tried to hurt themselves. I push the chair away and kneel down to have a look under the desk. I reckon I could, with a little skill, make a grove to hide my Swiss pocket knife in there. No one had bothered to really give me a proper pat down so I had managed to sneak it in before we came here. Hoping that they would be a while I pulled out my pocket knife and made quick work of the soft wood, carving a little pocket in the far left corner. It was just big enough to the knife when closed. Just as I had slid it in, stood back up and was beginning to push the chair back in the lock unclicked. A head popped round the corner, it was the guy from earlier.
"Hi Harriet. I have some of your things here as well as dinner. You will be eating in your room tonight but hopefully tomorrow morning you'll be able to go to the recreation room and eat with some of the other guests here." I stayed quiet. There was really nothing to be said. He opened the door wider and instead of my suitcase was just caring a basket filled with my clothes and a bag on two small bags on top. One I knew had my knickers and stuff the other was probably little nik-naks were just harmless reminders of home. In his other had he held a plastic plate with some salad and casserole. He put the basket on the floor and the food on the desk along with some plastic cutlery.
"Right. I'll let you settle in and finish your dinner while it's still warm. I might be back in half an hour to collect the basket and your plate. Enjoy" He gave me what looked like a genuine smile. I just looked away and still said nothing. The time passed quickly, I found I was hungry and ate my food slowly, savouring each bite. I was pretty surprised to find that it was decent food. Set about putting my stuff in the draws and hanging some of my clothes up. I opened the other bag and found a picture frame of me and dad and my little Guatemalan worry doll. I smiled at this. She was only about the size of my finger but I picked her up gently and laid her under my pillow. Other than that there wasn't anything else interesting the the bag and I just popped them carelessly on the desk. There was a couple of books in there too. I smiled when I saw which ones they were; the Eragon Series. I had only read the first couple of chapters of the first book but I loved them and I was touched that dad remembered. I hadn't had time to finish reading them.
By the time the guy came back I was lying on my bed starting at the beginning of book one. I ignored him, but I did hear him say something about lights out being in an our or so. I think he expected a reply but when I didn't give one he left. The click of the lock already becoming familiar. Finishing my page I got up and dressed into my old and worn pair of PJ's and hoped under the covers. I read until the lights flicked out. That's what I realised was missing from the room. A light switch. I guess they must all just be automatic. Times like these were nice. Harriet, Teri and Harri were all content and enjoyed listening to the story. I close my eyes and the familiar routine of going to sleep; Night. Night. Sleep tight. and Harri always has to grumble before she says, and don't let the bed bugs bite.