How do we live and love when we know that everything we have will turn into ashes?
Now that Zcyhie Elizabeth Fleuvis is back, someone threatens to inflict everything in her normal, stable life. The tranquility of her old town, Stygian Realm, along F...
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Zcyhie Elizabeth's POV
I woke up earlier than usual. Through the window, I saw that the sun had just risen. When its color had lightened, I was ready to leave going to school. Yet, Clement remained sleeping deeply in his bed. I even heard him murmured pizza. Maybe, he was still dreaming.
First period, and we were all attentive for our professor when the newcomer's, Clement, voice boomed on the front door. We looked at him who would been unveiling with enthusiasm.
"Good morning Miss Maxine. Sorry if I'm late." He smiled widely with his chin held high.
Miss Maxine just eyed him like she was already killing Clement in her mind. "You're too early for your next class, Mr. Clement."
Clement just smiled a little, was about to step. "Take your seat." Miss Maxine halted for a while. "Now!"
"Sorry Miss." He just immediately ran towards his seat then, gazed at my direction and smiled widely. Stupid.
Minutes later, there was a sudden knock on the door. With a pissed expression of Miss Maxine turned his gazed in the peach door, "Come in."
A tall gray-haired guy, one of our classmates, Raven, the SSG officer showed up. There was a prolonged clearing of throat, a loud crackling followed by a solemn request that all staff members proceed right away to the principal's office for a brief meeting on a matter of immediate significance.
"Miss Maxine." Someone in the front row prompted. She glanced at Raven, rubbed her nose, and turned off her laptop. "I suppose I must go." She sighed.
But before she took a step at the door, Evans showed up with his sweats running down in his temple.
Evans greeted with a smile, but Miss Maxine just ignored him. Poor Evans. He was also one of the officers, so probably that was the reason why he was late in this class.
Evans ruffled my hair before he sat in his chair.
"Get it off my hair." I eyed him, making him lifted both of his hands in the air.
I averted my gaze into my seatmate, Blue was she was still sleeping loudly in her seat.
"Wake up," I whispered.
At lunch time everyone heads out to the cafeteria. The two straight hours physics in the fridge-like classroom, punctuated only by a surprise long quiz, has my head spinning. I dragged myself on unsteady feet out the building and into the midday sun, all the way to the large quadrangle between the basketball courts and the football field at the back of the school.
It was hot, bustling place, I find shaded indifferently by thin-armed tress and tall columns of empty crates. Like every other surface the eyes can see, they too are run over by milling crowds and bobbing heads.
