Inauguration (Legacy 0.5)

Inauguration

“Can I walk with you?”

Aria Laurette looked over her shoulder to meet the warm brown eyes of Lynette Wakefield, a classmate of hers.

Normally the seemingly simple, five worded sentence Lynette just said wouldn’t have been so eccentric if it wasn’t for three things: one, it was dismissal time, everyone was heading home and Lynette lived on the opposite side of the town in which she lived and there was nothing on ‘her’ side of town that would appeal to Lynette; two, despite being classmates since kindergarten the two weren’t really that close, or at least not close enough for them to walk home together, and three, she was a member of the popular ones while Aria was certainly out of her so-called ‘league’ and was not ‘worthy’ enough for Lynette to talk to.

It’s not like Aria was the geeky type. She was a bit average with her wavy ginger hair that stops a few inches below her shoulder, amber eyes, and winter white skin was flushed from the cold weather of the outdoors, it was almost winter after all.

 She definitely wasn’t what you call a ‘fashionista’, and it was quite obvious by the way she dress -- jeans, a pair of grey high top sneakers. Her black hoodie was unzipped showing a white shirt with a few designs here and there. She wouldn’t call herself ugly, but she was definitely not ‘pretty’ enough to be considered as one of the popular coteries which Arianne was a part of.

“Well?” Lynette snapped impatiently.

“Uh sure,” Aria stammered out. And no sooner than she did a cold feeling overrode her body, and she knew that something was wrong, or something will be.

And she was always correct with these premonitions.

Of course she was, she was a psychic after all. She had a few explanation as to why she was psychic and her best bet was that it was inherited or something. Her paternal side of the family were all psychics as well. Her paternal grandmother was clairaudient, she can ‘hear’ things. Aria wasn’t so sure about her mother’s side, though. Her mother had said ‘buh bye’ to Aria when Aria was barely two years old, and Aria remembered nothing about her, anyway, Aria was what you call a claircognizant. It’s a  posh term for someone who simply ‘knows’, like the past, or the future, or sometimes even the present, the events happening somewhere else other than where she was. It was something like a gut feeling, sometimes she had vision, like events playing in her head and sometimes through a soft voice in her head, no matter what mode it was always precise.

Aria was snapped back to reality by Lynette’s exasperated sigh.

“Are we going to stand here all day?” she demanded.

‘Nobody asked you to come with me,’ Aria thought begrudgingly before she continued walking to the direction of her home. She was only sixteen and she doesn’t have a car so she walks, most of the time.

Aria couldn’t shake the grave feeling in her gut so she picked up speed. She was almost running, actually. If Lynette noticed this, she didn’t say anything about it, she simply picked up her own pace and effortlessly kept up with Aria.

Lynette was a pretty girl with brown hair cascading down her back and a pair of bright green eyes. Like usual she was wearing designer brands. From her purse, to her skinnies, her shirt, her high-heeled boots, and diamond studded watch. Seriously? Wasn’t she even a bit concerned that it may be stolen from her or something?

Lynette noticed Aria looking at her and her lip-glossed lips formed a frown.

“What?” she snapped.

“Nothing,” Aria muttered before looking back at where she was walking.

They had managed to walk peacefully for five measly minutes when Lynette stiffened.