The Arcane Society

Chapter 19

July 7th or 7 + 7 = 14: 10:49 PM

The Realization

Seems life is a little better, I indulge myself to some macaroons as I read the latest addition of The Daily Life of Kayla. And it got me thinking.

What do these people think of me? As a kind, nice and intelligent friend, or as a headstrong, defensive and powerful attorney-to-be? Then something clicked. Something that took me 8 years to realize. What does it matter, Elisabeth? A better question would be Are you happy with yourself?

Am I really happy with who I am? I sit in empty silence. It was an environment I was all too familiar with. Test taking environment. The creepy silence other than my breathing and the AC. Something else clicked. My 1st trip to the school therapist in 5th grade.

January 5th: Therapy

I'm immersing myself with The Warrior Cats when I hear my name. It wasn't my teachers gruff voice, but rather, it was like a harp.

"Elisabeth Legru?" I look up from the open book and set it down with my signature bookmark. The woman was wearing a pink fleece sweater and a grey skirt. Her dark ginger hair was in a bun. I boldly stand up, but once again on the inside, I was a nervous wreck. "Could you come to my office?" She asks. I nods and follow her around into the blue hallways. Wow, I guess the school lives up to the name "Paint" Creek.

I entered her tiny office and sat next to a table. She sat next to her computer and faced me. She doesn't seem stern or anything.

"My name is Ms. Rose. You must be Elisabeth." She smiles

I nod and smile. "Pleasure to meet you. But...may I ask why I'm here?"

"I want to observe you in class. So I thought I'd give you a heads up. The reason why, is that you are a very interesting student."

This took a bit for the news to sink in.

"Alright, so what do I do?"

She asked me a couple questions about school and my friends. I remained surprisingly calm through the whole "questioning" as she scribbled my answers on a clipboard.

"So..." I'm trying to find a way to not make this sound off. "What exactly makes me so special to the adults here?" I fuddled around with my fingers. As an Italian, the only way I'll shut up is if you cut my arms off. (Due to me using gestures.)

"How you deal with social situations." She said calmly. Oh no, here we go. I deal with them differently, so?

"So? I defend other people subconsciously, what difference does it make?" I was slightly irritated.

"You've had a rough past, haven't you?" She asked kindly.

I gasped and she and I locked eye contact. "...! How did you know from just that sentence?" I paused. She avoided my question. Better back off.

"Alright, I've completed the survey. You may head back to class, but I expect you this afternoon." She smiles once more. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Elisabeth Legru."

The Present: 11:45 PM

And with that, I discovered something myself. I should be happy with who I am. If God put me on this earth for a reason, I should be strong enough to carve a path in life. As I listen to classical music lull me to sleep, my classmates roll in my head and as to how I met them. Marlee, Kayla, Julianna, Julia, Reagan, Nella, Marina, Cybella, Jay, Sam, Jared, Phillip, Ashley. These people all had a impact in my life in some way, but there is one person who helped me utter the first "HOLD IT!" to injustice. That person started it all.