Looks Can Kill

Nightmares

Boring. Boring. Boring. Every single class was boring. There was nothing she didn't already knew, and if there was, it wasn't helpful to Reusa. The material was all about how to be a refined woman and all that boring stuff. Reusa felt like beating her head against a wall.

Instead, she just shifted in her chair and buried her hand in the short hair on the back of her head. As she twirled the ends around her finger, her mind drifted to her nightmares. They occurred almost every time she fell asleep, and Reusa quickly realized she desperately needed sleep. And answers. Maybe that would stop the nightmares. She wasn't learning anything from them. All she knew was that someone was trying to find her. Reusa could almost remember what he looked like, but every time she thought about it, his face would fade from her memory.

And this person, vague and evil as he was, had been present when Reusa's eyes had been changed. And he had done nothing to help her. He might have even been the person who changed her.

Reusa still wasn't sure if she wanted to hide from this person. If this person found her, she could enact revenge. Reusa was pretty sure she would recognize this guy if she saw him.

Students around Reusa began standing and leaving the room, talking in groups as they left. Reusa sighed and stood, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her trench coat.

"Miss Reusa." Mrs. Martin spoke from the front of the room. All the students froze and turned to look at Reusa, who tensed and didn't move. "Please come to the front."

Reusa didn't move, and she was not sure if she should just run away. All the other students went back to their conversations and left the room. Reusa gulped and moved to the front. Mrs. Martin stared her down the whole time.

"Good day, Miss Reusa. How is your first day of school so far?"

"Ummm... Good." Reusa couldn't understand why she was so tense. Her hands were shoved in her pockets and her wrists were ready to shoot out the knives, but she had no intention to use them.

"I'm glad you are enjoying yourself. It seemed to me as though you were not applied to the material today."

Reusa shrugged, biting back the rebellious words on her tongue. Mrs. Martin smiled, looking very relieved.

"Though, I must ask. Why do you wear a trench coat in the summer?"

"I'm always cold." Reusa deadpanned. Her voice was too obviously sarcastic, but she didn't care. To Reusa's surprise, Mrs. Martin didn't notice. She just nodded and smiled again.

"Very well, then. You may go to your next class. I hope you enjoy your time here."

Reusa forced a smile to her lips and turned away before dropping it. Her next class was courting and she wasn't sure she wanted to be present. But she was also curious. Reusa tried to tell herself that her curiosity was going to get her in trouble, but she found she could do a good job of ignoring herself.

Everyone was waiting for her when Reusa stepped into the courting class. Reusa didn't really care as she sauntered in and fell nonchalantly into one of the last open chairs. A few minutes later, Mrs. Martin walked in. Mr. Martin rose from his chair and pulled out another chair for his wife. Then he stepped into the middle of the room.

"Good day, class. Today we are going to talk about leading by example. Just a moment ago, I lead by example when I pulled the chair out for my wife. When you are courting, it is important that you lead by example." Mr. Martin made eye contact with the males of the group. "As men, we are an example to the woman we are courting and to other men, even children."

Mr. Martin then focused on the females of the group. "And, as a woman, you are an example to other females. We all must be leaders in the way we treat the members of the opposite gender wether they are courting you or not."