𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊
𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: The fate of an entire kingdom rests upon the shoulders of a young woman, the love of her life, and their best friend. Will they be able to find the strength to beat the hardships that come with that responsibility...
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📍 San Antonio, Texas
⏳October, 2018 AD
[warning: non-graphic references to self-harm, depression]
I looked up from the cream-coloured pages for a second just to analyse the room around me. I don't know why I care. I know that I shouldn't. But who wants to try explaining that to the irrational emotional side of me? That'd be like talking to a wall. In any case, my eyes didn't find what – or rather whom – I was searching for and they promptly returned their attention to the copy of 'Eragon' in my hands.
Just as I was about to reach the end of the chapter, the shrilling sound of the bell caused a startle to run through my body and I almost fell off my chair. I'd gotten so lost in the medieval fantasy world that I'd momentarily forgotten where I was – hell. You may also know it by the name 'school'. With a disappointed huff, I slid my faux leather bookmark between the pages and closed the novel before stuffing it into my pale turquoise JanSport backpack.
I tried hard to will myself not to, but my eyes defied me and scanned the room once more. Still no sign of him. But I did find that only a few people had moved to their seats even when the door had been closed and Mrs. Danford had risen from her desk on the corner of the spacious, monotonous chamber.
The middle-aged brunette looked exhausted as she moved to stand beside the decade-old smart board, her crystal blue eyes examining her surroundings from behind her big, circular spectacles as she pursed her lips. "Everyone sit down, please," she spoke up, her voice firm and deep. Groans and whines echoed through the white room as the teenagers reluctantly followed instructions. I kept my head down as they shuffled around in search of vacant spots.
I knew that it was unlikely that anyone would come too close to me, seeing as I was at the far-back corner of the room, but I still dropped my gaze to avoid accidentally making eye-contact with anyone; the memories from the day before still on the front of my mind.
What happened, you might ask? Well, it may have been an accident; though I'm pretty sure that a certain someone – a girl named Sophia Terrell – did it on purpose. The point is that I tripped right beside the suspect's table in the terrace, when going from my usual lunching spot underneath a thick oak tree to the trashcan by the sliding doors to the lunch hall, and face-planted hard, my hands being unable to catch me since they'd been holding a lunch tray. As you may expect, laughter had soon followed and a couple of napkins – most of them dirty – had been flung at me as the remainder of my grape juice left a collection of purple splatters over my mint-coloured sweatshirt. To make matters worse, someone – Lindsay Kaur, one of Sophia's friends – had caught the whole thing on her phone and swiftly posted it to Instagram.
I'd fought tooth-and-nail to get out of attending the fifteenth circle of Dante's Inferno this morning, faking a stomach bug. But, sadly, I seem to have overused that trick in the past because Aunt Kelly saw right through it and all but dressed me up herself. The fresh slits on my forearm still stung from the tight grip she'd had on me as she'd dragged me to her car.
