The white butterfly tango

Chapter IX

The girl returned to reality only when got back home. She gave Dan a kiss goodbye on the cheek and hugged him tightly, knowing precisely, she wanted to do so much more. Dan was always there and she couldn't possibly tell him all the truth until there was very reliable evidence. Her bruises on her hands disappeared completely but she thought it had to be this way.

Esma couldn't let herself sleep. She watched some cooking show with her grandma and then headed to lay with her eyes closed. The girl moved slowly, tired to even think of another sleepless night. Unfortunately, her efficient plan on his to stay awake didn't work as she forgot about the training. Her body couldn't possibly stay up for long and so she fell asleep the moment, her head hit the pillow.

"Honestly, kid. I have no idea how you live here." That was the first thing she heard in the morning. The girl was very surprised to see Mister Hubert in her own room just couldn't react because of how early it was. Not only Mister Hubert but also the boy in the mask, Mike.

"Disgusting, really." Mike stood in the center, trying to take as little space as possible, and didn't touch anything.

"Wha- what are you doing here?" The girl leaned on her elbow and rubbed her eyes, trying to understand what was happening. The cloud of white butterflies got in the air and flew outside through the open window. Somehow it wasn't even surprising at this point.

"We are taking you to your first class." Hubert stood with his hands in his pockets and smiled at her.

"Today is not Monday." Esma glanced at the floor and touched her phone as it showed the time and date on the screen.

"I got too excited. Let's head right now, instead." The teacher suddenly jumped on her desk chair and then got on the table. He clicked the heels of his classical shoes and got on the windowsill, taking one more glance at her room.

"What?" The girl exclaimed and took a desperate look at Mike who didn't move an inch, actually.

"Just clean yourself and wear something comfortable. It's not a class, more like a mission." The boy rolled his eyes and took an irritated look at the teacher as well. Esma noticed he wasn't wearing a uniform just some sporty clothing, covering all his skin except for the head and hands. The girl just didn't pay too much attention to it as he was wearing his mask, that brought way more attention to itself.

"Students can't go on missions and you know that, Mikey." The teacher stood at his place and smiled while talking to the boy.

"I don't-" Esma tried to interrupt and ask what the hell were they doing in her room at all but they did not seem to worry about any explanations at all.

"Let's call things as they are, mister Hubert." Mike rolled his eyes and then jumped on the desk chair as well, without touching anything with his hands.

"And you are just as right as always." The teacher chuckled and got outside, jumping from the window.

"We will be waiting outside, finally." The boy repeated his move and Esma fell back to her pillow, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

"Finally?" The girl asked herself and then groaned while standing up from her warm bed.

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The girl prepared herself quite quickly and soon stood outside beside the teacher who looked just as slick and perfect as usual, despite the early timing and the fact of the freezing cold morning.

Esma forgot her jacket and immediately regrettably sighed, pulling out her red hoodie and putting it on her white turtle-neck top. She had baggy jeans, colorful socks, and bright red sneakers.