Dark Dreams (COMPLETED)

Lost

"I'll support your Silver Wings application..."

Did she want to give me bad news or good news?

She was confusing me and the light pointed in my eyes certainly wasn't helping me relax.

"... but I cannot justify a student who does not interact with the surrounding environment. I propose you meet us halfway. If you can enroll in one of Union Hills' student clubs, I will do everything to make your application successful."

I had to join a student club?

"Since today is the first day of October, there are two months left until enrollment ends" she said, not heeding my obvious dismay.

"But...".

"I've already told you that I don't like 'but'," she said, interrupting.

"To join a club, you must be accepted by its leader... none of them will be willing to do that!" I objected, sadly.

"Well, if you want, you can set up your own club," she suggested.

A smile was printed on my face. I could create a manga club.

"The only thing you need is five thousand dollars for opening expenses and five members," she went on.

My smile turned into a scowl.

"I don't have that much. I guess you can cancel my application, everyone hates me here. I'll never be able to join a club," I said softly.

"What nonsense!" I've never seen you communicate with anyone, how can they hate you?" she asked, adjusting her glasses.

"I'm sorry to contradict you. Go see the photos they hung on the pyramid! It's a shame that board is still on the wall!" I said, slamming my hand down on the table.

"You will find 'pyramids' everywhere in the real world, Miss Bloom," replied Odette, staring at my hand, which I promptly placed on my trembling knee. "Everyone has their own position in society. There are those who eat and those who are eaten. If you don't want to be a meal, you can always learn to hunt."

It was a lost battle; someone like Odette would never figure out what it was like to be me. I took my braid in my hands and touched the small daisy with my forefinger. Maybe I expected it to tell me what to do, just like my father would have done.

"Goodbye," I said, getting up.

She waved me away with her hand, as if she was telling a servant to leave the master's abode. I stood in front of the desk for a few seconds, my gaze fixed on the blinding lamp.

It was all over.

I hoped they were looking for someone at the Grill & Chips: better to clean with my mother than be a janitor in the school that had ruined my future.

I left defeated while Odette's successes hung on the wall accompanied my walk of shame. I closed the door behind me and behind it I left all my hopes for a better future.

I walked to the Latin room. The lesson had begun ten minutes ago. I wondered what point there was in going in. I headed straight towards the corridor with the lockers, reading The Golden-Haired Girl.

"Did you skip your lessons, Daisy?"

I almost bumped into Dick's pecs.

"Leave me alone."

I tried to go around him on the right, but he blocked me. I went to the left and he did the same. Seeing me lose my mind amused him.

Dickson was a boy who didn't go unnoticed. He was what our art teacher, who had a penchant for poetic definitions, would define "a cursed beauty"; both angel and demon. Pearly skin covered a perfectly sculpted body. Coal-black hair brushed his high, defined cheekbones. Two large eyes the color of ice scrutinized the surrounding world emotionlessly. A small, straight nose, adorned with a ring-shaped piercing, and full, well-defined lips were added to the list of good fortune he'd had in life. His perfect body was always wrapped in haute couture clothing which was mostly black and in a style that I defined as "VIP biker". Besides being objectively good-looking, he was also known to be a womanizer, facilitated by the fact that he was the richest seventeen-year-old on the whole continent.