Slapped by Reality (Venti Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

There's a mention of drugs here, only the smallest bit where another character's talking. Don't do drugs <3

 Right now is a time where I feel the same feeling of entering a new classroom of a new school for the first time, where my mind becomes fuzzy and dizzy with a sensation of needing to run away and puke. The butterflies in my stomach, the swaying of my feet as if about to faint. The head pounding, the ears clogging all the noise, the sweat forming from all the judging looks of the students staring. So stressful. Too much stress.

It helps that it's summer, where I can be away from all the 'friends' and people. It doesn't help that today, my audience is the famous acting grandmaster.

She's so perfect with her perfect blonde hair tied up in a perfect ponytail, her perfect glimmering blue eyes that have just the right amount of seriousness and softness. Her perfect clothes that fit her perfectly with not a single wrinkle or stain. And that's only her appearance, we haven't even dwelled into her spectacular, perfect, mind.

And here I am, an average, poor country bumpkin. Coming to have a 'chat' with her.

Way too much stress. Any more and I will physically decay.

The acting grandmaster is sitting regally at her desk looking through papers, probably papers involving me. And I'm just standing by the doorway gawking at her.

I don't realize how immature I am until she glances up at me and gives one of the warmest smiles I have ever seen. "Ah, you must be Maude."

'Oh no. She knows my name.'

I nod my head and then look down at my feet. I most likely am acting like an absolute idiot. Who stands at the doorway staring at people? Me, Maude, apparently. Who's in the presence of the head of the Knights of Favonius to discuss legal things.

'Calm, Maude. Calm. Everything will be okay.'

That's a lie. I know full well everything won't be okay at all.

'No, you don't. It's okay.'

"Come take a seat, Maude. I'm Jean, though perhaps you knew that already."

I don't know that already, so I just nod my head and scoot into the comfy chair in front of her desk, easing down my wobbly legs. I haven't said anything yet. If I do, I'll probably burst into tears and embarrass myself further.

My heart wants to pound faster than ever. But it won't. Which is good, I suppose. But in return for this, I feel like I can't breathe.

"So, getting straight to business," she starts, looking for a certain paper. My discomfort suddenly becomes three times more unbearable, and now I feel like a load of crap. I would absolutely love to not get straight to business and bolt out the door.

"Ah, here it is. I have some bad news for you, Maude."

She pauses.

I swear my heart stopped just now.

'Just get to business. Don't keep me waiting.'

'You want her to keep you waiting, though. You want time to stall.'

'Shut up.'

I feel dizzy. Half from nervousness, half from the voices that never ever leave my head.

"Unfortunately, both of your parents are suspected of drug dealing."

An uncomfortable silence approaches.