The take-back of Ravenshire Prep {UNDER REVISION}

chapter 15

"Great news, guys!" "What?" "Mr. Robinson stopped me in the hallway and told me he would take the position of director for the play!" "Really?" "Yep!" Mr. Robinson was smiling, sipping from his Griffindor alumni mug. "Think of me as a private school version of Mr. Schuester, except I won't plant drugs in your locker." "Glee reference. He's hired." Quinn was giddy. She was the one who helped kick start all of this, of course she would be excited. Mr. R left in search of more coffee, eager to refill his seemingly bottomless mug.

As Quinn put her hair back into a ponytail, I saw a mark on her wrist that I hadn't seen before, since her sleeves were always rolled up. "What's that?" She dropped her hair and looked where I pointed, as if she forgot it was there. "You have a tattoo?" Avery was surprised and her finger hovered over Quinn's hand. "It's fine, you can touch it. Not a big deal." "Don't you have to be eighteen to get one? How-" "I got it done at a shifty parlor a while ago." The table went silent.

"What is it of, anyway?" Ruben squinted and Quinn sighed. "Handcuffs? Why would you choose that?" "Look, as I said, it's not a big deal. Now can we-" "It's a huge deal. You wouldn't put a permanent mark on your body if it didn't have a deeper meaning. You'll be in big trouble if anyone else sees it." I cover my hand over my mouth when I realize my tone is snotty and I sound like Arielle. Quinn looked hurt and grabbed her backpack, cutting off eye contact as she left the lunchroom.

"Qui-" And she was gone.

As I was washing the dishes, I couldn't stop thinking about how exasperated Quinn seemed and how stupid I was. She'll never talk to you again.

"Freya! C'mon, before I go to bed-" I followed the voice of my little brother to his room he shared with Fern (who was with my mom who was buying groceries). Fierin was on his tip-toes trying to pull a heavy book from his bookcase. "Read me a story!" I chuckled at him as I pulled down the hardcover of fairy tales and sat beside his bed. He jumped up on it and wrapped himself up in a fluffy blanket that used to be mine when I was his age. I smoothed out the creases of his polka dot yellow sheets and flicked thru the pages. "Now how do you feel about some Cinderella...?"

"And they all lived happily ever after." Fierin looked up at me with his little-kid curiosity. "I don't understand. Why did the book end after the wedding?" I smiled at my little brother. "Oh...well, that's when they defeated their villain and were finally left in peace." He furrowed his brow with true six-year old dissent."Was the villain a bad person?" I pondered for a moment. "Did she do bad things?" "Yes. That old lady was mean to Cinderella." "But does doing a bad thing instantly make you a bad person?" He thought on this. "Noo...but she didn't seem like a nice person at all." "Sometimes there's more then one point of view." I put the book back on the shelf and kissed him goodnight, leaving him to his own confusion, while I thought about mine. I was wrong about Quinn. Now I just needed to find the perfect way to make it up to her.