Aurora Petrova pov
A sad world full with hatred and brutality. A world where loving another person is the dumbest thing you can do. A world where your beliefs will make people hate you. That is the sort of miserable world I live in.
I wonder if there's a world where people actually care about each other. Where love still exists. A world that has not lost humanity but rather is filled with it. A place where children can play outside and come back home for dinner.
Those are the kinds of thoughts that stay with me at all times. I'm continuously pondering, thinking, if a world like that even exists.
"Mrs. Petrova could you at any point escape that little head of yours and pay attention to what I'm instructing" mr. Sheffield asked in an irritated tone. "Sorry Professor" I say, sitting up straight on my wooden chair as I hear two or three students giggle however I pay them no attention.
"Might you at any point answer the question that I posed to you while you were in Neverland" he says with a shrewd grin. "May I ask what the question was professor" I ask calmly "The question was Who wrote the epic poem "The Song of Hiawatha" in 1855?" He said with a grin looking like he wanted me to fail.
I looked at him unimpressed by his easy question "Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"I replied.
"That was to simple I'll give you another" he said as he looked distraught that I responded to the question accurately. I simply nod at the poor miserable man who I tragically need to call my educator.
"What number is the pattern for the construction of Dante Alighieri's song "Divine Comedy"?" he said looking satisfied with his question.
Once more, I'm unimpressed when I hear his question. I genuinely keep thinking about whether everybody is this moronic at this boarding school.
"Three" I reply "I beg your pardon" my professor asked stunned "the answer is three" I rehash the same thing since plainly this elderly man can't hear. "Can you tell me how you know that?" He requested taking his glassing from his face and holding them.
"Well you see professor, The Divine Comedy is composed of 14,233 lines that are divided into three canticas, Inferno (Hell), Purgatorio (Purgatory), and Paradiso (Paradise), each consisting of 33 cantos . The number "three" is prominent in the work, represented in part by the number of canticas and their lengths. Additionally, the verse scheme used, terza rima, is hendecasyllabic with the lines composing tercets according to the rhyme scheme aba, bcb, cdc, ded," i say with a small grin on my face.
Mr. Sheffield remains before the class stunned deeply, looking at me in dismay. His eyes have gotten wider, and his mouth is slightly open. The class does not dare to speak.
As the class is still quiet, the bell rings. I finally get up from my seat and grab my books. Walking to the door I look at my teacher one last time with a smirk and walk out the door. That's when I hear the other students start to get up and leave as well.
I stroll to my locker, opening it and putting every one of my books into it. Because my skirt was riding up my thighs, I slightly pull it down. I close my locker and advance toward the schools old library as I do regularly when school is finished. The library was very dull with all the books covering the walls and tables. One of the main reasons why I enjoy coming to the library is that it's so quiet. There's barely anyone here, I'm usually the only one that spends time in this old dark library.
When I enter the library there's no one in sight. I walk into the far back of the library where a window seat awaits me. After placing my bag on the chair, I begin looking for books. As I take steps through the aisle of books, I see books with titles of the famous authors I know such as Charles Dickens, J. K. Rowling, and William Shakespeare.
One book specifically grabs my attention. The Great Gatsby F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1925. I take the book off the shelf and run my fingers through the hard cover. I have the book in hand and stroll back to my seat. As it begins to rain outside, I sit down and begin reading.
As I read my book for what feels like only several minutes yet in actuality has been three hours. I look up from my book and stare out the window. It was now dark outside while the rain was still falling from the sky. Ive been so absorbed in the book that I didn't see the time pass. I decide to stay just a little longer before heading back to my dorm.
As I bury my head back into the book I hear the library door open and close. I don't look up to see who it is since it's most likely just one of the professors. As I keep on reading quietly I hear the seat opposite me move.
To find out who it is, I look up. I'm stunned to see a tall man with extremely pale skin and the darkest blue eyes I've ever seen. He has a sharp facial structure with high and sharp cheekbones. He seems to be around my age. He gives the impression that he is not even human at all. I had no idea that someone could look so flawless.
As if I weren't even here, the unknown man sits in the chair with a book and ignores me. I also ignore him as I glance down at my book.
I attempted to keep reading however his presence causes me to be to nervous to think or do anything. It's like I am completely frozen in time and place.
I gaze upward from my book to get one more glance at him but see he's already looking at me. His eyes are intense as they look into mine. I can't seem to look away from him even though I try to avert my gaze. His face is emotionless as he stares at me. He seems to be studying every little movement i do.
I get a feeling that he won't look away anytime soon.
"Has your mother never told you it's not polite to stare?" I ask calmly but he doesn't answer he simply continues to look at me as though I was a creature that he's never seen before.
I see that he won't reply so I get up take my book and bag and leave since it's getting truly late and I lack the capacity to deal with individuals that don't merit it.
As I open the entryway of the library I hear him say in a deep voice "У меня нет матери, поэтому я не узнаю". I glance back and see him looking at me with his intense eyes. This time I don't answer and leave the library.
Walking up to my dorm I wonder why he answered me in Russian and what did it mean. I open the door to my room, I walk in and close the door behind me as I put my bag on the chair with my books.
I stroll into the little bathroom and turn the shower on as I begin to take my uniform off which is a plaid short skirt and a white pullover.
When I'm completely stripped I jump into the warm shower. I immediately feel relaxed as the hot water runs down my body. My brain wonders off to the mysterious Russian man I saw at the library. Who is he? What is he doing here?
I stop thinking about him because I'll probably never see him again and plus he wasn't even nice. I start to wash my body.
Once I'm finished my shower I put my night dress on and hop into bed. I'm laying in bed under the warm covers as I hear the soft rain outside. The room is softly light by the moon and I feel really cozy in my bed as I can still smell the autumn air in my room.
My eyes start to feel heavy as I close them. I start to slowly fall asleep at the noise of the soft rain.
