Seven | Book 1 (An EXO fiction)

11.

~Chapter 11: Teardrops and Raindrops~

A week passes of Luhan trying to help me turn into the model human. I am going to be transformed into the perfect little person for a Queen to possess and own. The ideal China doll for a woman of her stature to play around with. From an ugly duckling, to a graceful swan. I doubt that this'll be very successful; I think that all of his efforts thus far are going straight to waste. We'd been working on this for hours today already, and it feels like the only thing I've managed to achieve is sufficiently frustrate both him and myself.

And not in the good way.

Our lessons have been blocked off to occur from 6am to 6pm. 12 hours of nearly nonstop time with teacher Luhan. We dress in our everyday clothes, nothing special, and most of our time is spent outside. I was informed that I will almost never actually be outside if I get chosen, but its "better to prepare for the unexpected". By getting use to the worst conditions, I'd be better prepared for the better ones.

Sounds like a load of bologna to me.

My lessons would be broken in to 2 parts. Posture and then Behavior. Saying it was 2 parts, was stupid to me. It was more Behavior, and then a small section of posture.

General posture.

General behavior around Gaia and Charmers in public.

Behavior in private with a Gaia.

Behavior in private with a Charmer

Behavior in private with male humans.

Behavior in private around other female humans.

Behavior when in the presence of the Queen.

We would go in depth on behavior since that was most important. In order to fit in, I had to treat each person the way that I am taught. That will take the longest, but for right now, I have to get passed the Gods forsaken posture portion.

"You stand like a caveman." We stand in the sun, working on my lessons. "You need to stand like a ballerina. Stand like you're important." Luhan commands. I huff and cross my arms over my chest. I hold my chin high and arch my back. My legs were spread and I felt securely grounded, but like a complete and utter idiot. Nothing like a ballerina.

But this is how I've seen 'important' people stand. He grimaces at my stance and has the audacity to scoff out a laugh. "Are you trying to be cute right now?" he asks. I stop my impending pout and quickly catch myself. I'm not trying to be cute, because I'm not cute.

I am the night.

I am to be feared.

I am darkness incarnate.

"I don't know how people look important. That's what you're supposed to be teaching me right now, and you're doing a piss poor job if I do say so myself." I grumble. Letting me pose stupidly while making snide comments isn't teaching me anything.

"Okay, let's start over. Get in your natural neutral position."

I huff again, let my arms hang at my side, and bring my feet in. This whole thing is making me feel stiff and anxious. How the fuck do you stand like you're important? That makes no sense. Luhan steps behind me and places his hands on my shoulders. "Roll them back." I relax at his touch and do as he instructs. "Make an 'L' with your hand, and use it to lift up your head." I stick my L to my neck and it makes me raise my head, this time a lot lower than where I was lifting it before. His hands go to rest on my ribcage and my lower back. "Lift up, but don't forcefully arch your back." I straighten my back as he keeps me from lifting my chest too much or poking my butt out.