Weak Threads

Chapter Three: How to Knock a Hewer 101

"You were a big disappointment, Sylvia! When you appeared at the dining hall, that's when everything lead to a horrid mess. Did you know how embarrassing that night became? Everyone had a very uncomfortable time. I bet they won't come here again."

Cherie Van Dorschner had been scolding her daughter for hours. It was the perfect timing for it after all, his husband was not around and Sylvia was awake. Despite, not opening the door of her room, it didn't stop Cherie to shout over the door and stay there for three hours to hear an apology. If they knew Sylvia, they would know it's hopeless but Cherie wasn't always around to understand her daughters. All Cherie heard from the door was "I'd prefer they'll never show their faces again!" from her favorite daughter.

Knowing Cherie after a few months of being present to the house, Sylvia was not planning to get out through the door. She had to call her personal driver, Pierre for a ladder. After a couple of minutes slip by, Cherie decided to call a maid for a key to her room, only to find out that Sylvia had already gone to school and everything she said for the past thirty minutes wasn't absorbed by a single individual anymore.

"Why did I ever give birth to a product of insolence and disappointment?" Cherie asked to herself and leaned on the wall with a chagrined look. Margery, the maid who brought her the key chuckled and shook her head.

"Madame, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

By then, Cherie Van Dorschner had only four maids instead of five.

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Sylvia loves the idea of staring at the trees despite the fact they were all identical. If there was one thing she wished to have at the time, it was comfort and peace. The skies gave relief to her eyes and the idea of being alone was soothing.

"Sylvia, May I ask you a question?" Pierre's tired yet soft spoken voice ended her thoughts.

"Pierre, I'm just having a bad week not a bad life." She mumbled and laid down on the spare space of the back seat. She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to summon sleep.

"I was about to ask if the Curtis family was able to attend last night," Pierre replied as he swerves the car to the left direction before taking a look of Sylvia through the mirror.

Sylvia immediately opened her eyes and looked at Pierre suspiciously. "Chesney said that they were out in Philly last night because Chesneigh achieved something." She immediately took her phone out from her purse and mouthed 'liar' to its screen which illustrated Chesney Curtis's text.

"Unless that isn't true then spill me the details you know of," she demanded and sat straightly on her seat.

Pierre's tired worried eyes peered on the mirror, before he could open his lips to speak, he rubbed his neck and let out a quick sigh.

"The Curtis family is currently in ruins, one of their member has been sent to rehabilitation." Pierre reported as he stops the car right in front of the school's gigantic glass doors.

Sylvia dropped her phone as she heard his reply, she fluttered her eyelashes a few times and cleared her throat. "Pierre, Thank You." She patted Pierre's shoulder and gave him a smile. Without the tiredness on his face, he was a handsome blond in his late twenties, he could easily pass as her half-brother.

Pierre went out of the car and opened the door for her before driving away. Sylvia knew from that time on, things were changing. No one by the name of Kelsi or Ezekiel was waiting for her in the locker hall. She wouldn't count on Chesney anyway for his time was usually with the younger ladies.

When she arrived to the location of her locker, she met the same freshmen boys. They cornered the locker beside hers that there were no space for her to open it. She rolled her eyes and tried poking their backs but they were too preoccupied.