God Please Save Us,, || Reilo Jarlo || unOrdinary

Chapter 6

That time had come just like all the previous years. A change in authority was warranted after a well fought fight on the turf war grounds. This time however, was different. The two females had battled it out. It wasn't to see if one had surpassed the other to trade positions nor was it to find that their positions wouldn't change at all. No, this was much different than the years prior. For a position had opened unexpectedly. The title of queen was now up for grabs much earlier than expected. The queen wasn't graduating, no she was but only in her sophomore year. The position was up for grabs because she gave it up. There was an ascension to the title of ace and the letting go of the title of queen with the remark of "I have better things to do." But it begged the question - what better things could she have to do? She was queen - she had it all. Or so it seemed to people on the outside looking in.

So now, it was time to crown a new queen. But as the winner of the fight came into fruition, it was evident that Cecile would not be reclaiming her title of queen. The title had been stolen right from under her once again. The first time she had thought she had the title safely in her grasp but as soon as she had just obtained it it was taken away from her. Who was this thief? Who had stolen the crown from our press leader? It was but a magenta haired girl with blue, crystal eyes with her hair tied neatly up in a ponytail. When that crown was no longer on Cecile's head, she felt a sense of emptiness. What was she to do now? She had thought she was made for that role. The role of queen was made for her. She was the only one that was supposed to bear that title. Cecile felt a sense of uselessness. A blanket of failure and self doubt laid itself on her. The blanket was weighted, heavy, suffocating. It smelled of disappointment and desperation. It made her want to bite down on the inside of her mouth again. To dig her molars into the soft tissue until blood flooded her mouth. The iron would burn her mouth but she'd keep it locked up behind her teeth and lips until it was unbearable. Only then she'd spit it out. She'd bury her head in her pillow at night with that weighted blanket wrapped around her uncomfortably. Cecile would wiggle about - trying to get comfortable - until she felt even more uneasy than before. She didn't like how this felt and wondered what she could've done differently as the blanket snaked around her.

But she was able to shimmy the blanket off just enough to compose herself when the position opened up again. She thought she could take it. She felt like it was hers to take. It was supposed to be hers. So why wasn't it just easily handed over to her? When Arlo called Cecile to have a discussion with her, she half expected him to just hand her the title. But - to her dismay - he wasn't alone in that almost vacant classroom. She stood there beside him - a puny, little thing, Cecile thought. It was actually quite comical to see the size difference between Arlo and the girl next to him. The juxtaposition was just... immaculate. The petite girl was familiar to Cecile. She knew of her but never knew her personally. She stood there, innocently, with some of her long, lemonade pink hair tied back with a blood orange bow. Her irises shone with something that she had only seen once before. That something was in a young man with mint hair, electricity shot through his fingers and a smile was always spread across his face. It was odd to see his same smile on another person's face. It was almost taunting her. Cecile's eyes twitched. She knew what was next. When Arlo introduced the two, it had only made that clearer. They were to fight for the title of queen. Remi, the petite girl, had been training vigorously. That something in her eyes screamed for that title. Cecile could tell that she wanted to be queen as much as she did. Remi was determined, but so was Cecile. Remi had trained, but so had Cecile. Remi held an extremely powerful ability, but so did Cecile.

Cecile wanted to win. She had to win. Not only for her pride but for her own wellbeing. She felt as if she couldn't take another blow like before. Losing this match would only confirm other students' suspicions that maybe Cecile wasn't fit for a leadership position - she wasn't powerful enough.