Reincarnation

(CH.11) Happy Ever After, Once Again.

CHAPTER 11

Happy Ever After, Once Again.

DREAM 4

"Come up Ethista, read us what you wrote," said a tall guy wearing a white shirt, blue tie, and black trousers. His hair was a dark shade of brown. His pitch black framed pair of glasses made him look young and handsome.

The shiny wooden desk before me was deserted from papers, but I stood up anyway. A screech sounded beside me as someone got out of their chair. Moving my head in reflex, I sight beside me a young girl with the same ink blue-black hair as mine - Ethista's.

My golden hair was lying on my right shoulder, tied with a purple ribbon, an indication that this was another dream where I, Tracy, am just a spectator.

Ethista was barely 10, as tall as Sienna - just much thinner. She made her way to the front of the class and stopped beside the teacher.

Her hair was tied in a pony tail, and for the first time she was wearing a fancy purple blouse and knee length black skirt instead of a dress.

The board behind her read "future ambitions"

"Okay girls, quiet please. You may start, Ethista."

I heard whispers of jealousy complaining about how she's always picked because she's the King's daughter. But Ethista showed no sign of over pride, she was looking frantically around the room as if wanting to escape the attention.

Speech-fright, another reminder that we are one.

Ethista looked at the man, obviously her teacher, drew in a long breath and then started.

"When I close my eyes I see myself a princess-"

"But that's not possible!" Said one of her classmates.

"Trasmina, this is why it's called ambitions. It doesn't have to be definitely possible, but you'll always have the right to dream, that's one thing no one can ever change. Now, if you please girls, no interruptions," replied the teacher calmly before eyeing Ethista, encouraging her to continue.

"When I close my eyes, I am a princess. Not necessarily the royal type, just the ones in fairy tales. I can almost feel the warmth of the air as I wonder the endless gardens and fields of Ice Land, I can imagine the bright colours I'll find when I open my wardrobe which would be rich in every possible design of princess' dresses. I can imagine me being cursed but hopeful, awaiting my prince to save me. I can see it crystal clear, it isn't going to be easy; my story has to be different. There might be blood, there might be war, there even might be my death after all. And that's where my ambition really starts. I wish I would have the choice of what my reincarnation would be into, I'd travel forth in time, I'd become a girl living in a simple country side enjoying the amazing inventions to be invented, the schools, the difference. Or even fall into some modern Romeo and Juliet story. I'd keep planning a better reincarnation every time I die, to maintain perfection, assured that this cycle will be endless."

I walk around the class while the teacher starts praising Ethista's words and comments on different aspects of it.

I started reading other's titles

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