Blue Sunflowers [discontinued]

07

     

S E V E N : f a m i l i a r i t y

      A part of her screams no, but her soul yearns for yes. Her psychology teacher, Miss Reiss, whatever abilities she had, but . . . She was surely charismatic.

     Her features were commonly unique, fair, creamy skin that was moderately moist, her jet-black lashes lush as her sleek, silky hair, her earthly green eyes as comforting as the natural haven. Her smile . . . It was familiar, as if Historia had seen it countless times.

      Historia sat at the shotgun, stiff, shuffling her feet uncomfortably as she felt the grossly moist areas of her shoes and socks. She grit her teeth in disgust, as she shifted once again to get a more decent feeling about her destroyed shoes.

      "I am a psychologist, yes," Frieda began, "but I decided to be a teacher so that I could lead the youth to a better light of this world."

      "I see. " That was what the blonde could only utter as a reply for she was an awkward prick towards others, but it was natural for her and the sensations on her foot wasn't helping either.

      "Wanna hear a story, His-, I mean, Christa?" The dark-haired maiden asked the younger, her eyes glinting like a mysterious star, who never once showed the dark side of it.

      Suspicion started to rise on the blonde's eyes, as the driver almost got her name right, but Historia tried to keep herself together. If she wanted to know something about Frieda's motives, she had to listen, at least.

      With an absent-minded nod, Historia responded, her crystalline clear blue eyes focused upon the sideview mirror, seeing a huge, copper- colored truck, with the paranoid thoughts of being followed. . . Probably thugs of Miss Reiss ready to take her away.

      Frieda was somehow dissatisfied with the blonde's lack of interest, but she still kept her face and voice in a jocund manner. "But you have to swear you wouldn't tell," she turned the vehicle to the right, "for we do not know the outcome. . ."

      That caught Historia's ears, and even made her extremely suspicious. . . Especially with that truck seeming to tail them . . .

      It was a mistake to ride, I would have just got buried in mud and let my mother find me. . . But . . . I need to know something. I feel like I do.

      "Okay, I promise!" She happily replied as she swung her feet back and forth, ignoring the sticky mess on her soles.

      Frieda smiled to this, looking innocent.  However, Historia could feel something underlying . . .

      The ravenette Reiss breathed out generously, then began her tale.

      "Have you noticed on how laizze-faire our government seems to be? And yet our economy never drops?"

      "I don't  know . . ." Historia admitted, for she was never one to be involved in political talks, afraid to get attacked.

      "Do you know when Eldia was established by the Founding Queen?" Frieda inquired the teen, putting her history studies in check.

      "It was in twelve, thirteen centuries back?" The blonde wasn't rusty about it, but she was full of uncertainties.

     "On point!" Frieda complimented the blonde, smiling greatly. "Anyways, so the Founding Queen, she was a beautiful girl, well-poised and very well-mannered, the epitome of true femininity and modesty-"

      Historia crinkled her nose. "How is she modest when she is always stark naked in our books? I could see her nipples." She remarked bluntly as she recalled those crude pictures in grade school wherein her seatmate would draw black rectangles to censor the parts.