Hooves thumping against the cobbled streets. People chattering and conducting transactions. Noises seemed to have dwindled down as I stare in awe of the academy.
St. Bernadette Academy was written in fancy lettering upon the gate's arch. There were so many student's both boys and girls. A teacher approached and ushered me to the assembly hall ignoring my protests about waiting for a friend. I saw a glimpse of what looks like a guy I haven't seen in years but I concluded it was a product of my imagination.
I was seated up front but I kept looking at the double doors waiting for a certain girl who is gravely late. I roamed my eyes around. No one could deny the grandiosity of the hall. Everything seems to shimmer as though the lights were made of diamonds. Soon enough I found Cynder in the middle rows and called her. Minutes later the academy head started calling names of the star section or the class where brilliant students are placed, with her bland voice she called out names.
"Abernathy. Amonté......Barden...Beaufort.." A joyous feeling spread throughout my whole body. I held Cynder's had in glee. I know deep down that we will be in the same class so we waited.
"Garcia. Guaine....Heathrow...Harrington..Illimont.... Ilistere..... Jackson......Johnson...." My head snapped to Cynder, she wasn't paying attention.
"Cynder, I heard your name! I knew it! Come on let's find our room."
The joy in her face was radiant. We rushed to the line, where our classmates are beaming with joy.
At the doors we saw lists of the student's name. We immediately looked for our names at the star section and I saw mine then down the list we saw Johnson beside it was written Milenia. Guilt washed over me.
"It was Milenia Johnson not Cynder Johnson" she said, disappointment apparent in her eyes. I smiled at her and responded
"I'll help you find your room".
She smiled weakly and sadly; it feels like I'm sending my child on her very first day of school.
Weeks have passed and we both made an agreement to wait by one's classroom door whoever comes out of their class first. All is well during the first months. Struggling with my class lessons, I barely had time to eat with Cynder.
Our class was dismissed early today. So, I rushed in front of Cynder's classroom door and waited for her but she already had friends with her. She would even acknowledge my presence but one of her companions took pity of what I can only assume a lost puppy look, she told me that from then on Cynder won't be a part of my life anymore and that she chose not to be my friend anymore. No explanations. I can only assume that it's my fault for making her wait for me for quite some time and my fault that I was sorted into another class. She wasn't even wearing the match of the bracelet she gave me.
That's how we slowly slipped apart. She found her new friends, those girls she gossiped about, Cornelia Smith and Gizelle Baron. I tried reaching out for her sending her letters asking what was wrong and how can I fix it. I get no proper response. I often feel the guilt. It drowns me and when it does my heart clutches in pain. It was my fault, if I didn't get that place, I would still have Cynder with me. I then realized I lost a friend, a sister, a part of me, realized that people come and go and they would take a piece of you with them.
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General Fiction❄Others tie it in knots and hold on but some choose to just let go.❄. Adellyne Beufort was raised in a comfortable lifestyle. She had a happy childhood and probably has the brightest future. But a certain boulder was thrown at her. Her mother was de...
