My New Life

CHAPTER 40

AMMELIA’S POV

It has been a few weeks since the assignment was given and I still don’t know what weapon represents me. Nicholas and I have been like a walking dead now and we rarely talk to others since we have been quite busy thinking of an answer.

I first thought this assignment as useless but after time of thinking about what to do, I actually found myself thinking hard. 'Who am I and what represents me?'

“What’s up with the two of you?” Luke asked cutting what I was thinking off. “You’ve been like that for days now.”

I looked up and noticed that we were in our usual table with the rest of the group.

“Hey, Luke.” I started staring straight into his eyes as if to get an answer that could be reflected there. I'm desperate, I know. “How do you see me as?”

He gaped at me and held his hand in front of his moth, covering a part of his face.

“Wh… what do you mean?” He mumbled, heating up and shaking his head.

“Like how can you describe me as.” I explained, looking at him weirdly. “Are you okay?” I asked when I saw him shake his head vigorously.

“Y... Yeah I’m fine.” He cleared his throat and scratched his neck sheepishly.

He looked back at me to answer but then he paled when he glanced at Caspian’s way which was located beside me.

I checked to see what happened but I just saw Caspian smiling at me to which I softly smiled back.

The next day after his fight with William was really nervewracking for me 'cause of his unusual behavior at the night before it. He personally went to my room in the morning to take me to school and pretended like nothing big happened so I just followed along. If he decided that he wanted to put what happened behind, I'd follow. We'd been engaged for a while and that was the first we'd have been 'too close'.

The nightmare never returned as well after that day. I'm assuming that it was just because I started school in an unfamiliar place but somehow was reminded of my past school which was...

“Me too. Tell me too.” Nicholas spoke, raising his hand to catch our attention and snapping me off my thoughts.

“What? Why?” Luke asked confused as he looked as us both.

“We’ve been given an assignment by our sword training teacher.” I started.

“He told us to make a weapon that represents us.” Nicholas continued my statement.

“Well, why don't you try thinking what do you think is the description you have for yourself.” Luke explained. “Something that you only picture yourself as not what others do. No one can really understand you because they don't know what you do when you're not with them and what goes on in your head unless you say it out loud. And you know what yourself has been through better than me.”

Nicholas and I stared at him for a few seconds which made him sit stiff.

"We-" Luke started.

“Oh!” We said simultaneously cutting him off. Honestly, I was focused on the opinions of people close to me to find the answer and just relate both our opinions together.

“Thank you Luke!” I grinned and hugged him in gratitude. “I’ll go first to my room.”

“Me too!” Nicholas grinned and slapped his back and we went out together.

Something that can describe what I think of myself. Something that I went through.

Just when I was about to turn around the corner, I bumped into someone making us both fall towards the floor.

“Mellia.” Nicholas called as he caught me just before I hit the ground but the same wasn't said to the other person.

“Thank you.” I smiled at Nicholas and he just nodded his head with a smile.

“I apologize. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” I said turning to face the person who fell.

When I saw who it was, I froze. I felt my heart stop beating for a second.
It was Estella Nicholls. Someone who could be called my enemy and her unexpected presence gave me a jumpscare.

“Huh? Oh… It’s okay.” She stated looking a little confused then walked away after a curtsy.

"..." I looked back at her where she was already turning at a corner thinking that I was mistaken.

'Her face...'

“Let’s go.” Nicholas dragged me. “I want to start making my weapon soon.”

“Okay.” I chuckled, after shaking my head.

Then I stopped when I got to where Estella fell earlier because an idea struck me.

‘Something that describes me? Something that I think of myself. What I've been through....' I started thinking.

“Oh.” I mumbled as my eyes widened.

“What?” Nicholas asked confused.

“Let’s go. I think I know what to do." I told Nicholas.

'Jeesh. The answer was so simple that I bet anyone could've guessed it first already.'

When I reached my room, I kept racking my head for ideas while writing it on a paper.

‘Who would’ve thought that I would be grateful to Estella.’

What happened today was an unlucky concidence but luck somehow came to me as well.