Perfect (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 7.50: Come See About Me, Maroon

Chapter 7.50: Come See About Me, Maroon

        “You two are a disgrace!” Principal Zigor loudly tapped his desk that generated a banging turbulence. “What you did is unprofessional and purely childish! If you have any child quarrels do it outside and not inside the school premises. Understood?”

              “Bu—”

              “No buts, Miss Fauntine! Your act is clearly unacceptable. It is far beyond the reach of proper professionalism. Cat-fighting inside the choir room? That is nothing but a puerile thing to do,” Principal Zigor explained as his eyebrows met each other. “I knew you were nothing, Ms. Fauntine. The day you…” he adjusted his voice. “You helped that kid... Ethan. Helping him is so pitiful. You’re a teacher. You shouldn’t make yourself look unrespectable. He is bullied. You don’t need to pamper him because he will never learn,” Zigor finished as he tightened his checkered silk tie. “That was a disappointment.”

              The air was still so as everyone. Adreanne’s lips widened fiendishly, smirking at the motionless back of Fauntine. The poisonous crimson painted a luscious envy and triumph on its jocose. Adrenne’s inner goddess rejoiced as black and maroon confetti fluttered invisibly at the back.

              “What did you do?” Fauntine’s voice disturbed a permanent thought victory. Adreanne’s smile faded as she waited for the next words.

              “What. Did. I. Do?” Fauntine asked once more as her lungs gasped for air between each word. “What did I do?” she chanted like a monk, again and again. “What did I do to make me suffer like this? What, Adreanne? Did I ever do something?” she whimpered.

              Adreanne printed an antagonizing smile across her face. She sardonically giggled as tears flowed one by one from Fauntine’s bright eyes. She covered her mouth sassily with her feathered fan. She kept on laughing hysterically as Fauntine held her hips. Adreanne snapped the fan to close the stern elegance.

              “Why? Any problems with me telling the truth?” she teased with a fiendish smile. “It seems you’re infuriated… Fauntine.”

              Air randomly sipped into her lungs, filling it and burying her words. Fauntine gulped down to her esophagus, killing her sentences at her larynx. She clenched her fists as Adreanne continuously giggled in excitement.

              “Shoo,” she laughed.

              Fauntine grinded her teeth and flew away from the cold-engulfed room. Animosity was what her mind pushed her to do but no is what her heart said. She wanted to go back and give what’s deserved to her “good ol’ friend”. Her impure thoughts halted her to stop running and grip on the handless bisque wall of fake smiles and grins.

              Her fear wouldn’t fade along with her tears. She wryly smiled and called for Ethan, admonishing her emotions and kissing the end of her dreams. It was dark yet melodious and mysterious, something brightly shone with velvet pinch and silky sprinkles, something as dark as maroon.

              It was the color of the future; neither green nor blue. It was the perfect representation of our, still, untraveled path; black yet shines little, giving us perception and predictions. We tease it and say, “Come see about me,” with a petty little smirk on our face. We wanted to rush things or preferably, making the maroon skyline near and run to us like a submissive bamboo cut we want to grip on.

              “I think you need help?” a voice called from behind.

              Fauntine stopped crying. She quickly turned around to face the voice.