Lyanna's Perspective
I lie in my bed and stare blankly at the ceiling, questioning every decisions I made in my life. Why did I leave? Why did I stay in our kingdom for that long, why I never visit them?... Why did I come back? Those are the questions that keep on playing in my head like a mantra. All the voices in my head are blaming me for how things came out. I shouldn’t have expect that things would go back the same way I left it.
I should’ve known long time ago that the three of us would grow up into people we might not like. But aside from pain and regret there’s this anger hiding in the deepest part of my system that I keep on pushing away but then it feels so valid. If they’re really my friends they would understand why I had to leave, they could visit me all this time. Why am I only mad at myself and not to them who clearly never make an effort to check on me. Why Lesso’s throwing all the blame at me when not even once I missed penning her a letter. Birthdays, Christmas or even just simple days. I always wrote her letters and all of them contains my sincere apologies. “She never read any of it.” I realized.
I spent most of the time inside my room, I didn’t dare to go outside or join the lunch. I start to fix my things, lesson plans, and books. Just anything that could distract me. I want to see neither of them right now and it’s not like they’re making any effort to find or check on me. There’s something in me that could not believe that things are really happening this way because for the whole five years nothing change for me. They’re still as important to me as I left them.
They’re still the best people in my life yet I will be lying if I say that the things that they did earlier didn’t hurt me at all. Lesso didn’t have to say those things and Dovey didn’t have to ignore me just because she’s worried about Charlotte. They’re maybe close but I am still her best friend. She’s just Charlotte and I am their Lya.
“Now is not the right time to have a conversation with me.” Speaking of the devil herself “You attend neither lunch and dinner.” She said in a matter of fact tone. The door is still half closed and my head is just peeking outside, not having any thoughts about letting her in “What? Do you want me to apologize for that too?” That took her by surprise. Her lips parted yet there’s no word uttered.
“I really don’t want to talk to you right now, Lesso. I’m not in the mood to deal with you.” I said bluntly “Is this because of earlier?” The nerve of her “No it is not, I’m just tired.” She knows what she did, I will not sugarcoat anything or spoon feed her about it. She can act clueless all she wants I don’t care “Just leave, I don’t appreciate your presence.” And with that I close the door after her. I couldn’t care less whether she’s hurt or offended.
Tomorrow is going to be the first day of new school year so whether I like it or not I have to face and talk to them. I don’t want to but I need to be professional, not everything is about our relationship with each other. I’m here to become a teacher therefore it is only right that I put it first before anything else.
Adding to that I’m also going to see Charlotte. I don’t know what to feel about her. I don’t hate her at all but neither fancy her. She appears to be kind and lovely, maybe that’s the reason why Dovey is so fond of her. But then there’s something off about her, she doesn’t seem so pure like she wants the people to see. Also, Lesso will never hate anyone without a concrete reason so I am sure that Charlotte did something that Lesso did not like.
Before I could even go back to my bed there’s a knock again, but rather more aggressive now. I look at my door and just stare at it. There’s only one person who would dare to do that “OPEN THE DAMN DOOR BEFORE I DESTROY IT LYANNA!”
Having no choice, I walk towards the door and slowly open it but before I could even open it completely she already pushed it hard causing me to almost trip to the floor “You are really draining my remaining patience, LEONORA LESSO!!!” I shouted with gritted teeth. She just glare at me while holding the head of her cane tightly.
“You will talk to me whether you like it or not so sit on your bed and listen to me. Don’t even for one second think that you can raise your voice to me. Sit down!” I obeyed it immediately because who in their right mind would ever do something that might annoy this woman. I know Lesso long enough not to play any trick whenever she’s infuriated.
