'I'm the sweetest girl in town, so why are you so mean?'
Little bubbly Saskia Barlowe would follow her twin brother to the ends of the earth even if that includes entering Basgiath War College where death were as common as saying 'hello'. Saskia onl...
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★ꜱᴀꜱᴋɪᴀᴘᴇʀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ★
After being designated in our own squads, all cadets had been whisked away to their dorms and handed some poor quality uniforms for tomorrow. I didn't even get a chance to talk with my brother as the women and men have separate living quarters.
I share a room with Rhiannon, Violet, and a deathly pale woman with short straight raven hair who already seemed to harbour negative feelings towards all three of us.
She blatantly ignored me when I tried to make her feel included in the conversation Rhiannon, Violet, and I were having earlier.
And then when I asked if she would prefer the top bunk over the bottom bunk, she scoffed and rolled her eyes before claiming the top bunk by placing her rucksack onto it.
I wasn't able to hide the visible hurt and disappointment from her actions as Rhiannon matched the woman's bitchy attitude and Violet rubbed soothing circles on my back as I sniffled on the brink of crying.
No point in dwelling over it, no matter how much I feel like a kicked puppy.
We were also given a very brief tour of how to get to the mess hall and a few of our classes but that was all.
Now snuggled up in bed, I toss and turn- unable to find sleep. My mind too occupied with the haunting images of the people who were so mercilessly slaughtered on the first day.
Seventy people on the first day. It's horrifying.
I've already prayed for their poor souls.
It must be around one in the morning at least, perhaps nearing two yet I don't even feel drowsy.
A dramatic but hushed sigh of defeat heaves from my chest before my eyes crack open, flinging the thick blanket off from my body. Swinging my legs off the edge of the bed and onto the cold oak floorboards.
The only sounds within the room being the bed springs squeaking under my movements and the soft snores from the sleeping beauties I shared the room with.
My stomach releases a tiny rumble as a dull ache follows in the pit of my belly. I should have eaten dinner but I was far too nauseas to consume and keep anything in so there was no point.
Contemplating whether to or not to remain in the safety of my room or go out in search for food to satiate my growing hunger.
Another slightly louder rumble goes off in my stomach, making the decision for me as I stealthily slip out of my dorm, poking my head out to scope out the corridor.
All clear.
I carefully close the door before tip-toeing along the hall that was only provided any light from the gentle glow of the moon filtering through the extravagant stained glass windows and the ocassional wall torch still left alight.
