I pass faces, faces shining with anger, not towards me but for me.
I see some sympathy and then pity on some who don't know me and don't care but are trying to act like they do.
I swallow the lump in my throat and cast my eyes downward as tears pinch my eyes.
I don't want to see their faces.
News travels fast and this news seems to have become the gossip of the school within a period.
It takes everything in me not to bawl my eyes out in the hallway.
But I can't do that, I am stronger than that and nobody needs to see me as a looser, I am a champion.
I am awesome. I am awesome.
I kept on chanted the same thing in my head like a mantra. Subsiding the self pity with confidence.
I am awesome. I push back the tears.
I am awesome. I raise my head and look everyone square in their eyes.
I am awesome. I slowly press an easy grin on my face.
Some look visibly surprised that I am not crying at my misfortune.
I take a deep breath in and a real smile graces my face, yes I am stronger than that, I am awesome.
I am Ariella Perez after all.
The hallway is filled with whispers, a stark contrast to the usual chatter.
Some of my friends approach me, to me console .
I brush off their concern with my grin. Acting as if I didn't just got kicked out of the AceCrest team because of a not so legit reason.
The bell rings , I had to console people instead that I am fine. And now I am almost late for class.
I round a corner and there stands Thane, blocking my way to the class.
No surprise here, I knew he would come to talk to me after I walked out of the Glass Stadium without so much as a glance at him or Maven.
I couldn't look at her, Maven . The least I expected of her was a fair chance.
I am not really mad at Thane, it wasn't his fault.
But standing here, facing me I notice the guilt circling his eyes.
His balled fists and tousled hairs are a clear give away that he is feeling guilty and somehow stressed by it.
I would have told him that it wasn't his fault.
I would have shook my head at him and called him a shoe lace for worrying so much.
But I can't, not now, I need some time and fifteen minutes is not enough so I sidestep him moving towards my class.
" Ariel" he whispers, loud enough for me to detect his desperation and apology dancing at his lips.
I turn back to face him.
" Not now, I need to get to class" I tell him simply, walking away to my class.
The classes pass by in a blur, though I usually would have been attentive during classes problems aide, I just couldn't concentrate as everyone kept glancing at me.
At one point I wanted to snap at everyone to mind their own business but a teacher did that for me.
" What are you doing, you should support her instead of showing pity, she didn't loose." Mrs.Haymitch snapped at the class and I barely suppressed my laugh at that ,instead I slapped a hand at my face but I couldn't help it, I laugh when I am told not to so I did start laughing.
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Colourless
FantasyAs wielders of colour, they are your identity, they make who you are, a defender, an offender or a creator. In a reality structured on colours, Ariel's little brother is identified as colourless, something that is never heard of. But she is not some...