The Layers of Melancholy #Wattys2017

✨ Chapter 1 ✨

Word count- 902

As I was waiting for for my forthcoming fate, numerous thoughts flooded through my little blonde head. Was I going to be suspended? Or even worse, was i going to be expelled? And only God knows what I'll tell them if they asked to meet my non existent gardiens. The notions that were cycling through my mind had put me on the verge of tears , and had caused me to get so distracted I haven't even realized my name was being called repeatedly over the intercom.

"This is the last call for Nora Mirjam!", the monotone voice of the attendance lady yelled.

I rushed out of the worn leather seat I had been seated in , and hastily tried to flatten out my unruly hair, in an attempt to look decent for what was to come. All my efforts had been put to vain once i realized that my hair wasn't going to get any better than it already was. Once i had fully given up on the hair situation, i jogged my way up to the front desk, and followed the miniscule old lady into the dreaded office.

The woman gestured towards the door that was labeled with a shiny gold plaque that had the words Mr.Rebolo engraved within the surface. I took this as a signal to knock, as I raised my sweaty, trembling palms towards the wooden exterior of the modern door. As soon as my knuckles grazed the veneer , a kind , yet rough voice began to speak from the other side.

"No need for knocking dear,",the man spoke. Soon enough, the door popped open on its own accord , the principle standing beside the hinges , with a grin on his face.

A grin! Why is this grizzled man smiling like he had just won the lottery?, I thought to myself, ignoring Mr.Rebolo, as he tried to usher me inside.

Finally giving in to my principles demands, I took a seat on the fluffy and posh couch , that was reserved for the "troubled" kids , to help calm them down.

I actually found out that the couch costs more than everything in this school combined, thanks to some extensive research during my wasted lunch period.

With a heavy sigh, Mr.Rebolo returned to his desk , and stared at me straight in the eye.

"Why did you do it?", he says after an unnecessary pause.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Lie.

"Why would one of our best students steal food from the cafeteria, sleep in an empty classroom, and constantly roam around the empty halls past hours?" , he said once more.

"I still don't know what you're talking about." Lie.

"You have an amazing family ", Rebolo begins to list

Lie

"A bunch of loving companions"

Lie

"And are blessed enough to be going to school!"

More lies! Why does everything have to be a lie? I just want to live! I just want to be free of these little sins! I just want to-

"I'm giving you one last chance to tell me the truth. If you decide against this , I'll just have to call your guardians!", the man says much more loudly , interrupting my treacherous thoughts.

What was I supposed to do!

I could risk being caught , and put in a foster home , or I could have him take pity on me , which will probably result in me still ending up in a foster home.

I haven't realized that while I was thinking of a way out of this fate, Mr.Rebolo was dialing the fake number I had put down as my guardian last year.

Suddenly I heard the buzzing noise of the old fashioned phone being put to use. My face was covered in a mask of terror , as I watched my Principle begin speaking with a man on the other end of the line.

A few moments passed when he was finally done with the call, a brand new smile etching its way upon his wrinkled face.

"Good news , your father is coming to pick you up in a few!" , he says gaily.

"Your old man's accent is quite thick, I was quite surprised to hear that you come from Russian heritage!" , he exclaims , while I gasp in shock.

How did that number work!

Mr.Rebolo hands me a couple of papers , while I simply look at them confused.

"What are these for?", I ask, voicing my queries.

"You father didn't tell you?" , he questions , surprised.

"Tell me what?"

"That you're going to go live with your family in Russia! Those papers are just things you should take with you to you new school.", When he finished talking, a loud crash was sounded in the distance.

"I'll be right back, looks like they need my help with the detention kids. Here's a pen you could use to fill out some of those forms." , he thrusts a cheap black ink pen my way, before rushing out the room.

Once I hear the sound of the metal door click , I immediately begin to panic.

What in the world was I supposed to do now?

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