Draining Mr. Brainy -(DA series book 1)

Chapter 2

Tiny Point of View

Gah! He is looking at me!

Albeit weirdly but nonetheless, his huge eyes are trying to fill my small figure inside them.

Thank heavens I'm smaller in person or else it would have affected his cranial nerves for me being heavy.

"Will you stop fangirling at him so blatantly?" This time, Soul's voice is filled with soul that is possibly a borrowed one. Her own only comes out rarely when earth is ready to say goodbye.

"I'm past being a fan or an AC at that. I'm a proud windmill now." I whispered back carefully so my words reach only her ears.

"Hi, I'm – Tiny." I introduced myself again, giving him my special blink at the end. If someone received that blink of mine, then it means that person shall be receiving a special treatment from me.

Gosh! I'm so shy!

Mr. Zorion Nigel, or should I call him Mr. Human sculpture, frowned down at me, staring at me from top to bottom.

"I absolutely do not think so." Huh? What?

What does he not think so?

Am I too much focused on the person that I can't concentrate on the conversation?

Shaking my head to clear my windmillgirling thoughts, I focused back to what we were talking about and that was when I understood what he meant.

He did not think I'm tiny. No problem though, these days not so tiny people are popular. Although I'm not really tiny like my name suggests, I'm not the opposite too.

I'm just healthy. My height and weight are always in right proportions so you can say I have a good figure.

"No, my name is Tiny." I attempted again to introduce myself all the while Quince shook hands with another man that tagged along with human sculpture.

We all sat down. Soul, Quince and I on one side of the table while human sculpture and his friend who's name I haven't heard, sat on the opposite side of the table.

"Umm, that's okay. Just tell me what it is." He pressed, not seeming to understand that there can be name like mine.

"No, you don't understand, my name is really Tiny." I figured it will take a while to make them understand. It always happens to me.

I mean who names their daughter Tiny just because she came out as tiny?

Does everyone other than me came out of their mother as quite large and grown up?

Parents love... I can't seem to understand it at a certain point.

Human sculpture seems to be a little annoyed as he gritted his teeth a little, "How tiny can it be? Less than an alphabet, a coma, colon or a dot? Just spill it out."

"I am Tiny Dew Almond. My name is Tiny. You can call me Tiny. I can be addressed by you as Tiny. I'm not tiny but still I'm Tiny." Giving him a clarification that I always give to every other person who gets confused over my name, I casually passed a small glittering smile towards him.

It'll be waste of my lips if they don't smile at such a – I don't know how to put him in words.

I'm sure his eyes squinted at the spark my teeth reflected when I smiled.

This time, his eyes brightened with a small speck of realization and immediately dimmed to its usual dark. He just gave me a small curt nod and turned to my cousin and friend who introduced themselves.

Then it came to a cartoonic man who is smiling like a Looney at just everyone at the table. "I'm King King. Name is King, household of King."

So his name is King!