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The Memories Forty Six - The Rape of Persephone and Secret Revelations

The grandoise 18th century old buildings of Shallow's Peak stood proud, as well as its vast football field and leisure grounds. I was roughly estimating that Shallow's Peak was incredibly bigger than Queen Anne High, although Queen Anne seemed to look more spacious due to few numbers of trees surrounding the premises. The original structures, as I have researched, were still intact and in perfect condition.

As soon as we stepped inside the main lobby, we were greeted by Grecian art painted on the walls as I recognized the most famous of all Greek gods Zeus at the center of this massive masterpiece, surrounded by other main and lesser gods of Mt. Olympus. Enormous paintings of their founders adorned the other side.

One marble statue stood proudly at the center was a beefy man, his huge hands all over a naked woman who was pushing away from his hold, resisting and in pain.

The Rape of Persephone.

The edges were somewhat crumbled caused by casual weathering, but still very much presentable, a true masterpiece, true to its age. I noticed a straight ridge at the woman's side, an opening, I guessed.

I glanced at Mia from the side and noticed her eyes wide open, her hand in mine began to tremble and slowly stepping backwards, away from the statue.

"Mia? We can go home if you want. I know this is a huge crowd, and these are all new to you, but if you don't feel okay we can ditch the program."

She shook her head, "Something tells me we need to be here." Her tone was dark and confusing.

"Her father allowed Persephone's abduction, willingly giving her to Hades. She only came down to earth to pick flowers, but he took her with no remorse... He's vile, he's cruel..."

Another vague statement. Most of the time I didn't bother to decode, but this time I felt she wasn't referring to the conference. She meant about something else.

Then it hit me like a racing truck.

The analogy, the circumstance.

Persephone's contribution to the four seasons. Yes, it was cruel what happened to her, to be taken away forcefully, yet her back and forth travels from the earth and the underworld contributed to the bountiful harvests of spring and the beautiful snowfalls of winter.

Just like how Mia turned my world upside down... The radical ups and downs. But I vow to make them meaningful.

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Walking past a sea of students gawking over Mia, a male teacher probably in his mid thirties with round glasses and brushed up hair approached us fast, his malicious eyes glued on Mia like a starving animal licking its lips obscenely. He desperately pushed through the swarm of onlookers just to get close to the clueless girl who clung onto my arm like a child with social phobia.

"Hi, you must be from Queen Anne High," the teacher greeted us, extending his arm for us to shake, "I'm Mr. Crane, and I teach Literature. I heard that the students from your school are one of the most competitive and smartest, and it's a huge honor to have you here today. If you need anything, I'd be more than happy to help," he said, holding Mia's hand a little too long for a simple handshake. For a man his age, he was good-looking, I'm guessing most of the girls have a huge crush on him, I can almost hear them fawning over him as he passes by. Unfortunately for the girl whose hand he was crushing and not willing to let go was not gullible, and the way he stares made her extremely uncomfortable, so I snatched her hand from the pervert's grip and dragged her far away from him as possible.

Wherever we stood or sat, that Crane guy followed, pretending to chat with anyone near us, his eyes never leaving Mia. I was beginning to feel restless, as if something wrong was bound to happen. I didn't like the way he would scan her from head to toe, too often lingering on Mia's breasts.