A touch, a sound, a moment.
Its all a blur now that I try to think back on it all.
Its funny actually, just how much of myself was a part of him and him of me. It may have been a touch, a sound, or a moment. It may have been everything, because everything about Ambrose made it so effortless to fall in love with him.
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When I was in the 11th grade, I had no aims, no aspirations, no plans.
Still, I was enrolled in one of the most prestigious schools in my region, courtesy of my parents. Meryton Academy.
A private school catered to only the rich elite and the academically rigorous. Being the former, there wasn't much that I felt inclined to do. Just subsist, subsist, subsist. And so my first years of high school went by without any significant changes.
All throughout, I had few friends, not even a few acquaintances to identify with. I really had no need for them, to be truthful. There wasn't really much about the students at Meryton that made you want to fit in.
You put a bunch of rich, reckless, privileged teenagers together and the result is a hound of brain dead idiots who do whatever they want. I may seem like a part of that hound as a part of the student body but, i've certainly done my part in making sure that was never the case.
Ive always valued solitude and silence. It gives me the time to sit, to think, and to breathe. Everyone does those things regularly, most of the time without noticing it. I just appreciate how different it feels when you take time to do them on their own, no distractions.
I, Amirae Reign, was partially a social reject. It wasnt really as bad as it sounds though, I promise.
Years ago.... 10/15/20
Today was yet another day of endless lectures and horrible pain.
The pain that comes with being a student at a school filled with idiots who are meant to be smart. Yes, its actually more draining than enriching, and insanely overpriced for the quality of education we get.
You see, Meryton isnt really a normal high school. Meaning that half of the teachers seem to be being bribed by parents on behalf of their failing kids and half of the students seem to be on something (cough cough coke) at every given moment. But since the administration says nothing, school life goes on.
This is just what I've observed from being here the last two years. Freshmen year I found it absolutely crazy because, when you've just got out of middle school, theres always this invisible stick up your ass that high school is meant to remove. Aka. a working moral compass.
My stick is gone now.
Anyways, as I stepped out of the schools front doors that night, the October breeze hit me. By that I mean the frozen air hitting my face in all sort of unpleasant ways.
It was around 5pm by the time I was leaving and the orangey-pink colored horizon mean that the sun was about to set. Since I had to stay late for club meetings and cleanup, the car lot was basically empty when I got outside. Fighting a squint, I ran to my car.
As the wind violently blew all over the place, i felt an unfamiliar sensation that made the blood drain from my face.
My skirt was now flying up and my 'Sunday' cotton undies were now visible... fuck.
To be fair, our uniform skirts already exactly the most flattering length, as they only covered about half of what they were supposed to. As a junior, I knew this all to well and made sure to always wear a pair of shorts, no matter what.
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RomanceIts been yet another year of high school without change. No friends, no hobbies, no love. Amirae Reign had been navigating her life alone for a while now. The entirety of her time on earth had consisted of the harmonious cycle of absolutely nothing...