Undesirable Lady [ON HOLD]

New Game and Old Paintings

The pair opened the door to the school roof. Both of them were panting in after climbing up three flights of stairs. After a few seconds to catch her breath, Lianne began to fix the few stray strands of her hair from running. She was always the more athletic one of the pair for having participated in numerous physical activities such as badminton ballet, and competitive running. Beside her, Aria leaned against the nearby light colored walls of the building while panting heavily. Lianne grabbed a bottle of water from her lunch bag and gave it to Aria as she let out a sigh. The other girl then grabbed the bottle of water graciously and took a little more time to calm down her racing heart. She drank from the bottle of water then let out a breath of relief.

"Aria, you should probably take more time to exercise. No offense but you always end up breathing like a exhausted and dehydrated dog after running. I'm just worried," Lianne expressed her concerns as she took a seat on their usual spot near the metal fences on the roof.

"It's probably just my genetics at this point," Aria replied and took a seat next to Lianne.

"Is it really though?" inquired Lianne as she grabbed the lunch that she had prepared in her lunch bag.

"Not all of us are excel at every single category," Aria. replied.

"Says the most artistic person that I know in this school. I am very much honored to sneak a glance at your marvelous works," Lianne teased back as she let out a small giggle.

"I'm not that good at that Lianne. Also, I pretty much stopped painting ages ago," Aria told her with a sad smile as she reached out for the bread she bought the previous day on the way to the school dorms.

The truth is Aria just lost all her motivation to strive in her endeavors, especially when it comes to painting. Back then, teachers would commend her skills in both academics and arts. Many from her past school would refer to her as "the best artist" of their year. She would often participate and win in different art contests during her early years, which contributed to her high reputation with people in her year. Despite winning in various art competitions in her early years, her parents did not recognize her talents and efforts in the field of artistry. They would often ignore her and prefer to keep to themselves and their own work. At awarding ceremonies, her parents were nowhere to be seen in the designated venue, which led to her own teachers accompanying her on the way to the center stage where she would be given different medals for her great achievements. There was once a time when teachers would contact her parents to attend their daughter's awarding ceremonies. However, they soon stopped after a while because of their invitations and encouragements being declined continuously by her parents, who would often say that they were "busy" or "unavailable" during those hours.

As they were eating in silence, Aria suddenly remembered her previous art teacher from her last school, Miss Ophelia Delancey. Her previous teacher had been the closest mother figure that she could get aside from her own mother. She would often give Aria loving smiles and proud eyes whenever she had finished a new artwork. Miss Ophelia would often accompany Aria to different school events for companionship and moral support. Out of all her teachers, she was the only one who never gave up until the very end. Aria could still remember her teacher's petite figure and easily recognizable red hair reflecting the sunlight as she gazes through the school windows. She found the color of her teacher's hair fitting with its owner's personality. It resembled an undying bright red fire that had warmed her the most in her whole life. Aria had always possessed a strong connection with Miss Ophelia until the day that she learned that her mother had enrolled her to another school after her father left abroad.

FLASHBACK (Two Years Ago)

Heavy footsteps could be heard in the halls of Solis Flare Academy. Aria had stormed into an empty art room in the late afternoon with tears flowing down her face. At this time around, only a few people stayed around the school, as it was the last day of school. Most of the students were out with their friends at malls. No soul was able to see her on the verge of fully breaking down in the hallways. The door slammed behind her as she fell down to her knees while slightly shaking. The girl could still be seen wearing her all white school uniform consisting of a long sleeved, sailor collared blouse and pleated skirt. Words from the previous conversation that she had with her mother echoed through her mind repeatedly, as she began to subconsciously cover her ears and grab fistfuls of her jet black her harshly. Her small, petite frame lay pathetically near the thin wooden door of her previous school's art room.