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

Memory#3|| Anya Forger

 This memory is from three years after operation strix. Anya was now in her fifth year at Eden Academy. A rather uncanny surprise considering she barely passed most of her tests. 

And considering her legal guardian had left her.

This was a secret.

Should anyone in Eden Academy ever find out that Loid Forger no longer existed as a harmonic piece in Anya's composition, she'd probably be thrown out. The academy prioritised family and connections over everything else. Hence, Yor made Anya swear that she wasn't to tell a single soul. Even Becky Blackbell, who believed that Loid now worked overseas.

It was a one hour long recession period as most of the teachers were having a private meeting.

Anya hastily walked down the hallway to her second most favourite room in the prestigious Academia– the first being the dining hall–the art room. She entered the room casually without even considering to knock. 

"I was wondering when you were coming by Ms. Forger" Her art professor, a young woman in her twenties or so, Ms. Lydia Mcadams greeted her with a bright smile. She had messy auburn hair and a knack for storing paint brushes in the most absurd and potable ways in which one could imagine–for example, rolling them inside her socks or a paintbrush strapped around her waist by her belt.

"I was just–" Anya began, going slightly red in the face,"I thought you'd be at the teacher's Council meeting" she mumbled apologetically "sorry Anya didn't knock." 

Lydia shook her head "don't be my dear, I really don't mind you know, I'm assuming you're here to collect your piece–?" She turned her head towards a canvas, supported by a window pane facing the sun, left for drying. It had a peanut drawn on it with intricate details and cross examination. 

Of course, Anya's mighty peanut obsession was definitely a factor but the fact that she'd paid attention to every minor detail and put her blood, sweat and tears into making her painting definitely made it a reason to be showcased and something to be proud of.

Anya shyly nodded and added "My mama wants to see it"

"That's lovely, I'm sure your parents will be happy!" she clasped her hands together and stood from her seat, "it's still drying a little though, you know how it is with oil paints" 

"They never dry" Anya complained a little.

"You know, I once worked on a piece which took me 7 months to complete and then it took another 7 and a half months to dry."

"Whoaaa, you musta' had a lot of designation!"

"I think you mean dedication" she laughed and Anya buried her face in her hands.

There was a curt knock on the door that interrupted the conversation,

"Enter" said Lydia

In entered Damian who scowled at the same time as Anya groaned. Almost everyone knew about their inmate rivalry that had its origins from their very first day at Eden. When Anya punched Damian.

Anya smirked as she recalled the memory, wishing she could punch him again.

"Aren't you supposed to be in the library with that chihuahua, Forger?" he scoffed

"Becky is a human, sy-on boy!"

"Scion" he corrected her "You kind of suck at language Forger, maybe you cheat in the exams."

"Its not Anya's problem you lost to Anya!" She retorted.

So he was still mad about her getting a better score than him in the midterms.