The Fallen Wildflower

Chapter III: A Complication with the Guard

Two weeks had passed since Veranna entered school. Dropping Ariel off, going to school, picking Ariel up, going to work, and then going home was Veranna’s daily routine. Everyday would be the same - no exceptions. The teachers did not pay much attention to Veranna, leaving her sit in the back alone quietly, nor did the students.

Quiet murmurs had started on the first few days. Friendly smiles were given to her. People came up to her, welcoming her, but seeing that she would simply ignore them and not answer, everyone soon gave up.

Veranna was soon known as the silent freak. The school understood that she could talk, yet chose not too. She had talked in all her six courses on the first day. It was a simple ‘Hi. My name is Veranna Micay’.  No one heard her utter another word after that day.

Teachers would smile brightly at her every day, which she returned with a silent nod. The school staff held a meeting trying to decipher her special case. They even went as far has forcing her to go see the school counselor daily for the first fifteen minutes of school instead of homeroom.

Today, Veranna sat down in a plush white chair. It was quite comfortable. She sat silently, waiting for Miss Davis to come in and give her the daily dosage of encouragement she lacked. The room was a small room with a large window behind the counselor’s desk. The walls were painted white. In fact everything was white: the desk, the chair, the curtains, everything. The room was plucked right out of a mental facility. Internally scoffing, Veranna crossed her arms around her chest and waited for the school therapist’s arrival.

Shortly, the door bursts open, allowing a young blonde woman to come through. She was in her normal attire, which made up of dress pants and a blouse that was tucked in. Rushing towards her seat, Miss Davis started moving around, trying to get her desk in order.

“Sorry for the wait Veranna. I got held up in traffic,” Miss Davis explained.

Veranna response was a simple head nod before she got out of her seat to help the woman clean the clutter on her desk. Both were busy organizing and piling up the papers together. Once they were finished, Veranna went back to ensconce herself in her seat.

“Thank you, dear.” Again, Veranna nodded, but this time she also smiled shyly.

“So how are you?” Miss Davis began the routine questions. Veranna started tuning the therapist out. Thoughts filled Veranna’s head. Work was very stressful, putting a strain in her relationship with her sister. Schoolwork was getting harder since the teachers demanded too much. As her thoughts continued into more difficult matters, the boy from the office interrupted her thoughts. What was his name? Who was he? She hadn’t seen him after she yelled at him.

Was I too harsh on him? He was an imbecile. No, No I was not harsh. Veranna’s head was going through turmoil. But suddenly she started to question herself. Why was she thinking of him? At least once a day he would somehow find his way into her thoughts, intruding on her life, almost making her want to apologize when she saw him again. If she ever saw him again.

“Veranna...” Snapping out of her thoughts, Veranna stared at Miss Davis, “Veranna, where are your parents? They never attend any meetings or fundraisers. Also when I tried calling, no one answered.”