Building Sandcastles

Chapter 6- Not A Weakling

Building Sandcastles Chapter 6

"... And the traitor was finally captured," Finished the man.

"So what happened to the princess and knight?" asked the young Kylie.

" Well that's for you to think about it, little one. Goodnight," and the man left but not before kissing the little girl on the head and turning on the small seashell night-light."

All of a sudden, a gun shot rang out throughout the house the family and a scream curled out from the plump pink lips of the family's only daughter, young Kylie...

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I jolted awake, rubbing my eyes warily with beads of sweat rolling down. I've been having these dreams of late, all of a younger version of me and the same man, spending time together but it all ends with the sound of a gun shot. The man's voice was warm and filled with love and affection, but I could never see his face clearly. Like as if he was part of my life once but left with the memories I lost. Looking at the small bedside clock, it was only 5 in the morning, still a little too early to start preparing for school. I walked to the open balcony and took a huge heave at the smell of morning dew and the saltiness of the calm sea not too far away. The smell of the sea always calms my nerves. The sea was the cause of the lost of my memories but it was also the only thing that could calm my shaking nerves plus the sound of a piano.

"Who is that man and how could he have possibly be connected to me?" I spoke out loud. That certainly could not have been my father. Or an uncle. My father was dead and my mother was an only child, so was my father. She had told me my father had passed away when I was about four due to a heart attack and showed me pictures of the times we spent together. But the man in the picture does not look a glitch even like the man in my dreams. I couldn't see his face but I just knew it.

Stepping into the woody-smelling forgotten room, silent and still. I couldn't stay at home much longer, I just needed to be in this room. Hazel had made me my favourite strawberry banana waffle with maple syrup. Yum. I took it gratefully and thanked her before leaving a note for mother saying I was going to school early today. Starting to playing a piece I've heard in one of my previous dreams a fortnight ago, it flashed vividly into my head: The same man was playing this piece and I was helping him flip the pages. It was Chopin's Waltz no.7 It was a personal favourite of mine, after Für Elìse of course. Enchanted by the soft tinkling sound of the piano and music and lost in the remembrance of the dream, I barely noticed that someone had entered the room, until the last note had faded off and the sound of a soft clapping had emitted from the door. I turned around and was faced with Elliot giving me a smile. A smile so small certainly made my heart trip over itself. It was so beautiful, like the golden sun peaking over the morning sea.

"What's he doing here so early?" I accidentally voiced out loud.

"Is he not allowed to come here?" Elliot inquired. I could only nod and stare all glassy-eyed at him before realising the mistake and shaking my head vigorously.

"C'mon, scoot over, I wanna continue my lesson." He said as he walked over.

It ended too soon for my taste. During that period, we got to know each other more. Or tried to.

"Why did you come to this school?"

"Why do you wanna know?" He countered.

"I'm curious."

"Curious? Curiosity kills, little one" Elliot stated with a ghost of a knowing smirk gracing his unfairly handsome face. Why is this one bad boys so hot?

"You think I'm hot? Not that I'm disagreeing though," Elliot grinned devilishly.

Oops... I guessed I had voiced that out loud.

The man in my dreams always called me 'little one' but when Elliot said it, it seriously ticked me off. I quickly frowned to cover up my dreamy expression.

"One, don't call me that, Elliot Mendes. And two, stop being so cocky." I regained my posture-back to my old strong self. The one I often used to cover up my vulnerability and embarrassment.

Elliot cocked his right eyebrow up at my snappy reply and suddenly cautious of closed off-ness, he too sat up straight. I hated the fact that he thought I was a weakling. I detested how people thought of me as "Kylie The Weakling". No. Ever since Elliot stepped into this school, when his person graced the vain and hallowed halls of this gloomy place, I suddenly changed back into this silly childish personality of mine. How uncouth. And stupid.

"Get lost, Elliot." I muttered darkly, pushing past the boy. Today was stressful enough without him being a douche. I had lost my patience suddenly and I couldn't stand him being an imbecile with me. I had had enough of stupid people who only rely on their parents' money and their 'good looks' to get anything they want. I stopped at the door.

"Elliot. I don't see why I should leave when you are the one in the wrong. You should leave." I opened the door and spoke as coldly as possible as he walked out without a backward glance.

I ran away quickly and played the piano to relieve my anger. After playing as many songs as possible, I still nearly yelled out my frustration.

"Why am I always second to all? Why am I so weak?" I whispered in a low voice and sat down against the door. I hated being called weak.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, thank god. It was soon lunch time. Joy. It wasn't like I was expecting to eat lunch with Zachary again though. I've learnt from much experience that people change their minds *really fast*. *heads high, smile on* I mused in my head when I remembered Effie Trinket's short line in the trailer for the Catching Fire trailer. Righttt... like as if I can keep my head high and smile and the people in this school. They'll probably throw food at me for being "too brave" or "trying to oppose the status quo of me being in the shadows"

I almost bumped into Illi and Bianca. Ew. They in return gave me a sour look that reflected their personalities perfectly.

"Ew... Just ew... What are you doing here, Kylie Holt? I thought you died," the duo laughed at the dumb joke. I guess you can say 'Ew' given the long hobo pants and hoodie I was wearing (though they were really comfortable) while Illi and Bianca were wearing Gucci and Prada. Coco walked towards us then, smiling sinisterly and... holding a bowl of sour sauce dip.

"I think you're outfit needs alittle twist, don't you think," At that, all eyes were on us. Some other students, including Jerome Weston and his own gang walked up to me, holding different foods. And dumped them on me. Just as Meggie came up to me, she whispered in my ears, though loud enough for everyone to hear, "I know what you've been doing with Elliot Mendes this morning, you little bitch, and it won't ever happen again" she smiled and I knew at that moment that she didn't only mean that but something more terrible. Before dumping the bowl yogurt on me, the door bust open, revealing a girl with a model like figure and face that looked awfully familiar to me.

"Don't you dare dump that yogurt on her," even her voice sounded like wind chimes. And now all eyes were on her.

"And who are you?" Meggie asked, though her eyes were obviously revealing that she knew this girl but was afraid to admit it.

"Alexandra Chloe Kade, my sister," a furious Zachery entered the cafeteria.

Holy shit...

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FML... Sorry for uploading REALLY REALLY late....

--Victoria