The Breath Of Chance

Drops Of Tears

"Hello, Miss Richards." Anna quickly stood smiling and turned off her phone placing it into her back pocket. "What's up?"

"Well," her voice was quiet as she pushed a gray curl that had escaped from the tight bun away from her face. "Mr. Lucas would like you to come to the office for a moment, there is something he needs to tell you." She made sudden eye contact and than motioned towards the already open door. "Come along dear."

"Yes, ma'am." Anna cast a qiuck glance back at her roommate adding a slight shrug at the end and followed her schoolmistress out the door. As they proceeded down the hall and staircase to the first floor, she began to feel a sense of dread. Each step she took, the more her stomach churned, and by the time they had entered the schoolmasters office she was searching quickly for his trash can. When she spotted it set neatly beside his wooden desk her stomach called, but only for a slight second. When she looked up from her search and met the master's eyes her heart dropped to her toes.

"Sit down Anna..." Mr. Lucas' voice was low, but still had his usual commanding tone. His bushy gray brows were furrowed making his small gray pupils blend in. Lucas was a man that had a natural gray undertone. The only thing that would bring life to his skin was the rare smile, this was only brought on when Miss Richards' was interacting sweetly with one of the children, and when he didn't think anyone was looking.

Anna inched her way towards the open chair sitting before the ominous desk. Taking a seat and folding her legs, she finally settled in and faced forwards.

"Anna," he cleared his throat and swiped a finger beneath his nose.  This was a subconscious action, one developed over many years with out any thought. "Your parents were in a car accident, I'm afraid..."

The young girl quickly rose and walked out the door, somehow she already knew what was going on. Maybe it was the look of doom on both adults faces, the foreboding feeling she had received on their way to the the office, like that of a walk to the judgment of the gallows. Perhaps it was that she had read too man books in the past, all of those young heroins whose lives she wanted... How foolish she was! They always lost the ones closest to them, and more often than not... it was their parents.