Cecilia and Carson

Polly

Student Files

Name: Polly Frost

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Nationality: American

Hobbies: Donating to charity

Remarks: She is a very sweet girl who puts everyone before herself. Loves to help others. People and animals alike. Very rich. Also, her great great grandmother was the original owner of the school, her name was Lavender Jade Frost.

(Ceceilia’s POV)

I started to observe Polly. It was surprisingly interesting. Watching a human being with such kindness… it really disgusted me. Everyday after school, she would donate 100 HKD to a charity. One charity a day. I was only given 100HKD each week as my “human allowance”. She respected everybody around her. She was also very beautiful. However, after I lock up her soul, her thick blonde hair will turned thin and stringy. Her bright pink lips will become dark and thin. Her tanned skin will become pale. Imagining her like that made me giggle, a little too loud.

“Cecilia, what is so funny?” Ms Morrison my English teacher asked.

“Nothing…” I mumbled.

“ Then I expect you to concentrate. Backs straight!” And with that, she continued teaching on how to write a good poem. But before I could continue observing Polly, Ms Morrison turned around and announced our homework. We had to write our own poem, any topic.

So I wrote this:

You  know what you are,

I can see right through you.

you seem to be here,

but you belong as a star.

You seem to be hiding,

something you can’t keep.

everyone will find out.

and you will start to weep.

everyday and every hour.

I see you. I watch you

I know your goal.

You must stay true.

You  know what you are,

I can see right through you.

you seem to be here,

but you should be gone.

I decided it was long enough, so I ended it there.

Ms. Morrison came over to my rickety, old desk. She hovered over my shoulder and read my poem aloud. Most of the students just stared at me weirdly. But Polly, she just smiled that sweet, pure smile. I tried to smile back although it may have been too forced.

Ms. Morrison commented on my poem.

“It’s very interesting, Cecilia,” she said. “ I’ve seen your writing before. I expected nothing less.” And she walked away.

After class, Polly came up to me. She tried to make conversation. She said, “ What an interesting poem!! I wonder how you came up with that. It must be great having such a creative mind!”

I replied with a simple thank you.

“I was wondering if we could be friends, maybe?” Polly asked.

“sure…”

“I’d really like to get to know you better!”

“Yes, so would I.”

And with that I walked away without saying another word.