Better Times || A Splatoon Story

Day VI Hour 3

•The Dream•

I was wearing this navy blue dress that was really flowy. It was kind of like my kimono, but loose. I look around my surroundings and everything was pitch black. I decided to walk forward, the cold ground tickled beneath my feet. I still walked, there stood Callie. "Callie...?" I said, going to reach to her. She looked like she was crying. She turned around, she was laughing, the hypnoshades we're back on her face. "Callie, why do you have those stupid shades back on?" I said, hiding the fact I was scared to loose her again. "Because they look great on me!" Callie yelled with power. I face palm. "Just take them off," I reached my hand to her face to take off. When I was about to grip the hypnoshades, she pushed me down. "Why should I take this off? I want to live a better life. You made it horrible. You're the real reason I tried to kill myself. You were always the one who made it worst. Sure I had bullies, but you topped it off and made it worse. It was you, ALL about you!" All those words stabbed my chest. She had a storm of tears crawl down her cheeks. "Callie..." I croaked in fear. "Don't you Callie me," she whipped away from me, like she was disgusting to her. She walked away, light shined on her and she walked back on Octavio's stage. They arose and put a beam on me. Callie empowers the stage. "Now Octavio, lets let the tide go out once and for all," Callie yells. The beam charges, I have to let it hit me. A burst of white lights struck me.

•Dream Ends•

My eyes shot open, my body shook a little. It was early morning, Hour 3. I went to the bathroom, I looked at my dull reflection. Dried tears pearled my face. I wash my face, I woke up more. I blankly look at my mirror. I sigh and try to return to sleep. I couldn't shut my eyes. Those words dream Callie said, I was her reason, for her attempt. I decided to play some Yiruma. He is a famous pianist, and if I hear what songs he composed, it gets me inspired to compose my own. That's how I made the song "Tide Goes Out". The music lulls me back to sleep, and I didn't remember my dream.

I woke up a bit earlier than my alarm, which was 6:15. I got myself all together and freshened up. I made sure everything else was together and I didn't forget anything. I zoomed downstairs and hurriedly made Grandpa's lunch. I leave at 6:45, so I should be ok. I put the dangos we bought and put them inside the bento. I packed a mini salad with a few kreuwtons and a bit of salt. I put a tiny milk packet that me and Callie usually bring walking to school on the side and tied the bento shut. I grabbed myself a milk box, and yelled. "Going to school Grandpa!" "Kay," he faintly answers. I step out into the moist air. It was raining harder than usual. I hurriedly went back inside and got a black umbrella. If I used my green parasol, that would ruin all the paint and fabric. I started my walk to school. I sip on my milk, Grandpa makes us drink one a day. A car passes and almost splashed my loafers. I defensively blocked with the umbrella, forgetting the rain is hitting my face. I rest it back on my shoulder and continued the walk. I threw away my milk box in the garbage in front of the school and closed my umbrella. I walk to my locker and put away my things that I didn't need. I grab my school books and walked to the student council room. Marina was in there alone. "Oh! Marie," Marina notices me walking in. "Heya! Where's Pearl?" I looked around my surroundings. "She couldn't make it today," Marina sighs. "Oh, just us two then?" I ask. "It looks like it," Marina said. Marina looks at me with concern. "W-What? Something on my face?" I ask, a bit weird out. "No... but you look like you didn't sleep at all. Are you ok?" Marina asks. "Yeah, don't worry about me," I smile. I bet she didn't believed me. "Oh okay, sorry for asking," Marina turns away in shame. "Don't be ashamed, I like how you care about me," I put my hand on her shoulder. She turns around, then smiles. "It's just... kind of worried about Pearl... what if she tried to as well?" Her voice started to sound hoarse. Marina has really bad anxiety, about almost everything. But she knows how to hide it. "Don't worry, she could of caught a cold, or knowing her ditching school," I tried to put a smile on Marina. "Yeah, you're right," Marina shrugs.

The screeching of the bell interrupts our conversation and we did our business.