{Glade Trilogy~3} Dreamshaker

{2} Refuse the Bitch

Annnnd we're back to Silly! Did we miss her hiatus? I did. 

Also just letting you know that we see a whole new side to Silly in this, if you can't handle it then maybe you should turn around and go home to re-think your life. 

BAM Just threw in a star wars reference.

:P LOVE YOU HAVE SOME HUGS

REad on!

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(SILVER POV)

"While you're still in the Glade, what do you plan to do to occupy your time?" One of the chicks up on the panel asks, tapping her abnormally long nails on the table.

I shrug, "Hadn't thought about it really, frolic on a cloud or jump of a cliff. This and that."  

"Did she just say...?" Incredulous tone and frantic looks to the left and right to see if anyone else heard what I said and was just as surprised as him. 

Oh, how I missed the real world.

Someone shuffles some papers, "How old are you?"

I scratch at a spot on the chair, "Twenty, give or take. It's really unclear." 

The same person who is still extremely confused and slightly scared widened his eyes, "Twenty? You look maybe thirteen!"

Bored, I study my nails and try to get the dirt out from under them, "Timey-Wimey- anyway, I was born twenty years ago, but I've been stuck in Dreamshaker since I was thirteen so that stunted whatever growth that would have happened after that because you don't age in there. I don't know when I'll start ageing again, but at least I'm out and about now, I get to stretch my legs." 

His -the person that's easily shocked- mouth drops open, and I squint at him, "Careful, you might catch a fly." 

"Ahem, as I was saying-" the main-woman-paper-shuffler-nail-tapper tries to get the conversation back to saner points, "As we are short on both staff and students, it's the opinion of this Board of Directors that you are qualified to teach our senior class combat training." 

I practically snort, "are you serious? God, you guys are crazier than me!"

"We are not crazy, and I'm quite serious," She replies instantly. 

Real laughter escapes at this point, and I struggle to get it back under control, "Alright, if you think I'm qualified to teach a bunch of spoiled brats how to use their powers than I'll take your word for it. BUT if there's one thing I've learned it's to never employ crazy people. Trust me, I'm Silly." 

The main-woman-paper-shuffler-nail-tapper grabs her gavel and bangs it on the table, "This Council session is dismissed, and Silver is to start her lessons next week and is to be fully briefed on what is expected of her." 

The snorts and laughter are barely under control as I'm leaving the room, "You're making a huge mistake." 

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My room is way comfier than my tent was, if only because there's an actual bed and a shower with working hot water. The whole set up feels more like a prison cell than a home though, if only because I used to live in a tent with the circus. Always being able to take it down then re-pitch it half way across country, you get used to your home being a backpack with all your crap in it. Then you start to feel claustrophobic when you have to stay in a bedroom with four walls and a window.