To Be, Or Not To Be|| SPY X FAMILY

Anya||Back to Eden (1)

In lush, evergreen youth, there always remains a seed of doubt. Mine was planted ages ago, inside the very building of Eden academy. I don't want to make everything sound overly dramatic because the very idea of dramatising my life as a highschool student, albeit, in a prestigious academia, was a bit too pretentious.

Anyways, Becky and I stood in front of the large, wrought-iron, black gates which confined the building which in itself, held the epistemology of learning. After a lot of persuading, Becky couldn't help but feel pride at her victorious attempts at forcing me to wear a gown.

Okay, not exactly what you're thinking.

No, my life is very much different than Cinderella's.

Even so, if Cinderella ever felt oppressed or drowned under the heavy silk of her gown, I could now resonate too. Not that this dress was heavy or anything, it was elegant and simplistic enough to not look too flashy for my first time stepping into Eden after what...? Seven years?...

Becky and I had gone dress shopping where she made me tragically try on every outfit she could clasp into her hands and it felt as though the fabric could just stuff down my throat at that point and I'd have to endure it. Eventually, I ended up choosing an emerald green gown with a heart-shaped neckline (for as Becky called it... a feminine appeal) and a corset-shaped body for whatever reason... something about showing curves?

(Becky's words, not mine)

Becky wore a chic-plaid dress under which she wore a white turtleneck, going for a more girlish look with big buckled boots made of leather and she couldn't help but complain that the first few days, her shoe cupboard had reeked because of them. She also carried a brown handbag to match her outfit and wore an oversized coat.

In case you were wondering, it wasn't that cold that day and I was perfectly content with my shawl. Becky, on the other hand, was awfully sensitive to colder temperatures and was just a warm-blooded person in general.

I'd earlier planned to commute with the subway and walk a couple blocks down to Eden but of course Becky was concerned

"What if someone sees you?!" She'd cried

"So what if they do?" I'd asked her, confused

"Oh no, Anya sweetheart-we cannot have your comeback look drab-" she'd scoffed

And so we followed her plan, which I guess wasn't so bad after all because I was able to avoid the greasy seats and the crowded atmosphere of a subway station. Besides, having hundreds of people gawk at you was much worse than having one do the same.

"I think I'm going to puke" I said feeling very nauseous at the sight of the closed gates.

It gave a symbolic rise to the fact that rich people most of the times, were and will always be conservative.

"Hold on-" Becky said, pursing her lips as she dabbed on what must've been the sixth layer of her deep red lipstick.

"Becky-you look just fine you don't need to-"

"Oh come on Anya, looking pretty isn't cakewalk, you know that better than anyone," she rolled her eyes as she turned her head to speak to me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked her, feeling a little conscious now,

She just smiled and took out a thin brush, dabbing it on the surface of her lipstick and slowly spread it across my lips. The waxy feeling of lipstick always felt unbearable, I much preferred a light lip balm or even lip gloss over it but at that instance, the smooth gliding of the brush on my lips and Becky's comforting smile made me feel better.