Princess on the Loose [Completed]

Chapter 19

Dedicated to @ventglacial for the cool cover. Many thanks. :)

CHAPTER 19

  "My life is totally ruined," I exasperated and flopped on my bouncy bed.

"It's not that bad." Nessa tried to make me feel better.

"It is bad," Ria contradicted earning a glare from Nessa.

"If you guys haven't realized yet, I have no talent at all." I sighed.

"Nor do I."

Ria and I gave Nessa a "no shit" look. Everyone knew she could sing except her. The girl could sing like a soprano in an opera house. The only difference with that was she only sings in the shower.

"What?" She asked us, probably wondering why we're giving her an almost WTF look.

"I might have remembered you singing like a nightingale while you take your shit time in the bathroom," I said, giving her a clue.

"Sometimes I wonder how you manage with that tiny brain of yours," Ria added sarcastically as she sat next to me.

Nessa slapped us both on our shoulder. "You guys are so mean! Okay I may have a little talent in singing but that's not the problem here. Clarissa what are you going to present for the talent show?"

The question I dreaded finally clawed out of its cage. Talent show? What does that have to do with anything? Why does it have to be the next challenge? Damn it, I'd rather join Tarzan in the forest rather than wear something frilly and make myself look like a clown in front of royalty. Tragic I know, but that was the only thing I could think of.

"I really don't know, I might have to ask my adviser Carlos about it."

"Yeah I think you better," Ria agreed.

With that thought, I left the room groggily. I was so happy when they had arrived earlier but now I wished they stayed there for another day so I didn't have to hear their dreadful news--the second challenge which you might have known already as the talent show. Cheers.

Ria and Nessa explained to me the details about it and the summary was: 1. I'll be presenting on the last day (thank god).
2. Nessa and Ria will be presenting the day before mine. Nessa will sing while Ria will paint while I go to a corner and be emo because I'm pathetic.
3. There will be judges who'd rate us and I don't think I need to analyze how much they would give me because if I'm them, I'd rate myself zero.
4. Those who want to watch can come and I'm pretty sure Gavier would be there to add more embarrassment to my life.
5. I'm going to lose this challenge. In summary: I'm f*cked up.

I know I may be too pessimistic at the moment but I'm just being realistic here. Sighing, I trudged my way to Carlos' room. The hall was empty and quiet and I thank god for that, I wasn't in the mood for a staring and glaring competition.

Carlos was his usual self; on the chair squabbling on a piece of paper while ocassionally glancing on his computer. His room was neat and organized; books perfectly aligned on the shelves, paper stacked together in cabinets, folders binded in a book holder behind him on the table, even his pens were on straight rows on his desk. What a neat freak.

"What is it now Clarissa. Please don't tell me you got in trouble again" He looked at me critically, stroking the short stubble on his chin.

"What do you think I came here for?" I retorted, smirking.

"Maybe serve me some coffee?" He asked hopefully.

"You wish." I sighed and sat on the chair across him. "I don't have a talent."