Muis Y Le

Chapter 1: Ambrosia

Yes! Chapter 1 is complete! *feeling of accomplishment*

This chapter is dedicated to W, XY, Mr. K and A. Especially to W because she found this so funny that she walked right into a pole.

This wasn't really edited, so if you spot an error, tell me. c:

Enjoy! ~ 11052013

Chapter 1: Ambrosia 

It has been two years since he left. 

I woke up today a bit lethargic. I guess I studied a bit too much yesterday, my head hurts badly. No matter. 

I jump out of bed and land silently. My mother is a few metres away, and I hold my breath as she fumbles, but all she does is roll over and get a bit more comfortable. I prepare for school and sneak out, closing the door quietly behind me. 

I live just next to my school. The Anglican Academy is just another prestigious school in a sea of prestigious schools. The only main difference is that AA somehow requires us to "donate" more money than the others, despite being very small and aided by the Church. 

Just as I walk through the school gates, my phone buzzes. It is a message from Elan, again about some frustration of his that he knows I don't really understand. I sigh and put away the phone. 

Elan is one of my friends in school. Well, I can't really call him a 'friend', per se, just acquaintances who like to text each other. I honestly do not really know why we talk with each other. We do speak in real life, but he isn't that close to me. 

The bell rings and we go through our normal dreary routine of singing the National Anthem and reciting the Pledge, before getting sent to class and being forced to go through an equally dreary string of lessons. We finally get dismissed after an absolutely dreary day, and I hole up in the library to get some revision in. 

A few minutes later, however, Elan comes up to me and sits down at my table, looking like he wants to talk. I glare at him pointedly but all he's thinking about is in what order he should portray his grievances in. He looks at me straight in the eyes, obviously very distressed. I give up and put my book away, ready to listen to whatever fanatical nonsense has been bothering him recently. 

He starts ranting about his studies, his friends, his absurd nickname.... It takes a lot for me to not fall asleep. 

Just when I was about to close my eyes and drift off to slumber land, he says something that wakes me up instantly. 

"Hey, hold on, what did you say again?" I rub my eyes, wondering if it was something that I imagined. 

He turns slightly red and stutters, "I don't think the girl I like even realizes that I exist....?" 

I stare at him, dumbstruck. Elan does not fall in love easily, and he has never openly told me about a crush. He must have seen the weird look in my face, because he tries to cover up what he just said, attempting to switch subjects and even slowly getting up to leave. I grab his shirt, shoot him accusing looks, and he sits back down. 

I press him for details. It takes minutes of pestering, but he finally opens up about it. 

"What? You like Delira? Are you out of your mind?" 

Blood rushes to his face. It takes all I can from laughing, because he doesn't usually react so much to anything. 

Delira Cupid is this girl in my class that I often hang out with. She's a very friendly person and often brings food to share with anyone who asks. That being said, there's one thing that I find slightly disturbing about her. She is a pervert. Okay, maybe not a true-blue pervert, who goes around flipping skirts, but she can be, at times, quite suggestive. It irks me, but that isn't the issue here. 

"Delira has a boyfriend already, doesn't she." I flip the pages of the book slowly, meaningfully. I look up, and am shocked to see a rare determination in his eyes. He says nothing, and leaves. I shake my head, and continue my studying. 

All too soon, the librarian comes round to my table and tells me that she is closing up. I reluctantly pack up my things, and stuff them into my bag. A little heave, and I shuffle back home. 

To that lonely home.