Perfect (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 7.25: A Black In The Dark

Chapter 7.25: The Black In The Dark

              I am nothing but a loser; a putrid piece of purity. I am nothing but a nerd; an invulnerable rubber of boredom. I never wish to leave that aisle. It is me, Ethan. I can abandon it to be a black in the dark and be as perfect as the others but no… I don’t want to. I will never clean that purity and I will never break that rubber. Those are the brownies of my soul, my passion, my fashion, myself, Ethan Colchester.

              I’ll do, not my best. I’ll do what I can to the fullest; even my worst, even my best… if that is what grace deserves. Because, Ethan, myself is worth my effort. He is worth, my life.

                            …

              “I didn’t kick you out,” a stern plead stopped Tristanny from exiting the nearly vacant verdigris room. “Tristanny, I did not.”

              The lass halted into a poignant mettle. She wryly frowned and turned back from her hostile admonition. She smirks to her diva within and thieved her resentment away.

              She turned around, looking directly at Ms. Harmony without fear. She rapidly blinked to stopped her tears from cascading down from her own small eyes. Tristanny gulped in, hard. She swallowed her pride and rebuked to mollify herself from her selfishness, a sin she thought she committed yet not a trace nor a possibility of doing it could appear from the abyss of her heart. She opened her mouth yet the door swung and guided their gaze to it.

              “You don’t have the right to do that to the child, Miss Harmony Rivera. That is despicable!” a voice intruded the silence-occupying discussion.

              Harmony looked at Fauntine, who trotted inside with her eyebrows meeting each other.

              “No, no, you don’t understand, Ms. Fauntine.”

              Tip. It stopped. The heels on the outside hall austerely observed. From the think glass that separated Tristanny from the outer realm, she saw a familiar dire face that appeared shocked and intrigued about the scenario. Her eyes bulged out as much as the woman in her velvet lipstick did. She tried to stop her from getting it but the door swung back. They all stared the source, still motionless like a pause from a flick.

              “Miss… Adreanne?” Tristanny utterly asked.

              “What is happening?” Ms. Adreanne frantically threw back a question. “You! You Fauntine are the source of all of this! You’re the reason why I got demoted and you still did not had enough? Paul left the school! I don’t know if it’s temporary or… or… or for permanence! You will pay for it. You. Will. Pay!”

She charged towards Ms. Fauntine. Adreanne grabbed her neatly tied hair and struggled to do more; to destroy more, to have revenge more. She shook her all around, making their heels scratch the auburn tiles below, screeching it in an unpleasant melody.

              Ms. Harmony ran away with her feet crossed each other. She held her velvet lips with both hands, covering her shock and disappointment. The door swung as she left. Tristanny followed her with her eyes as she herself stood frozen on her spot.

              A phone rang.

              Tristanny revolved her stare and watched the mean machine to tamper the ground with its irritating resonance.

              She proceeded with a dramatic background of women struggling through their career personified by their ponytails. Tristanny’s braided bangs whirled as she turned around fast, aiming to get the cell phone without notice.