The Geranji Ships

Jianthra #2: Dwelling in depth

Lunch had always been a period of awkwardness or disaster. Never anything better.

She thought she lost all hope when she saw her broken laptop and detention records, however Syphillis promised to repair both.

Additionally, finding the noticeboard in the General Office filled with 'get-well-soon' notes from so many people.. just because she started it.

It felt like she was staring at the naive her. The Mithranee who actually thought humanity could be saved. 

Clearly people wrote out of pity or stupidity... and she remembered Graceful.

Poor Graceful was fooled by her too. She thinks Jailer is some poor soul who deserves pity. But little did she know about his acts and crimes. She wanted to talk to her but Syphillis encouraged not to contact her just incase Jailer finds out.
At this point, the only way she can escape herself from him is by seeking refuge.. or alliance in another cliqué, which was Syphillis's.

That way, there is a 5% decrease in her chance of death compared to being a part of Tequila's cliqué.

But Syphillis had proven herself to be a friendly character and completely candid persona. She empathized with people around her.

Well atleast to her.

She didn't understand why people would be hating or despiseful towards her, most probably only because she was a Queen Bee they were envious of and nothing else. She had recalled the number of times Vanilla had complained about her with devotion, almost as if she was born to hate her.

She, alongside with Graceful, was not fond of gossip or having a fued with anyone, especially those of a popular class and cliqué. Obviously Vanilla and R.J do not hesitate to label them as 'pushovers', but avoiding trouble is also considered a strategy.

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Once the lunch bell had rung, the corridors were not only filled with footsteps of animals dispersing between the indoor and outdoor canteen, but also whispers.

Voices of gossip and venom stretched the hallways of which Mithranee threaded alongside her new friend, Syphillis.

As much as Mithranee did not like being the center of attention to anyone, but could not help but feel secured with Syphillis.

They made their way to the cafeteria.

For the first time, Mithranee saw the tables beyond the dumpsters. The tables were clean, immaculate and the center tables have leather chairs.

She remembered how the tables more towards the entrance of the cafeteria had rubbish such as tissue papers and empty bottles of rum. It were all plastic chairs. But having a table with chairs you were already lucky.

Her eyes widened seeing the extravagance unveiled in front of her. She could feel eyes on her, making her huddle closer to her books but she felt Syphillis tightened her grip on her hand and whispered, "Don't be like a backseat. Be the front row. Be confident. If not they mess with your brain. Give you glares like as if they really saw you for you."

She is right. But I am still not prepared.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted her friends.

Daisy was glaring at her with such ferocity she knew she would be shot down dead. Grace was staring with sadness written on her face but tried to look down to avoid eye contact.  R.J was not even staring; she seemed to be another world and absorbed on her own thoughts.

Maybe on how bad I am.

And the face of Vanilla was the most priceless. She did not even try to hide her displeasure and upset on Mithranee. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as her petite mouth hung open and she instantly returned back to her demeanor, but rage was boiling underneath.