Coming to a heavy-hearted stop, your mother pauses to retract her wistful gaze away from the pegasi onto yours, and as her captivating eyes glitter like a celestial belt reminiscent of a starry night sky, she puckers her lips redolently, signaling for you to kiss her on the cheek.
As you crane your neck towards her chair, you oblige and say under your breath, "Bye mom, love you..."
But before you pull away, she gently caresses your cheek with her motherly thumb and casts her wish goodbye, "Have a good first day, Oz."
Caught off guard, you rub your cheek, flustered.
A mixed part of you felt sheepish, to once believe that she was the strict authoritarian of you and your other siblings. Yet here she illuminated, dropping you and your groggy parasol off to your first day at Wyvern Creek as she basked on top of her pegasi-drawn chariot.
You trusted, and... considerably loved her more than your... your teeth clench before you could finish.
As you haul your older brother's backpack over your shoulder — with Winslow elongated between zippers — and grasp your lifeless saxophone case thereafter, you step outside and nudge the chariot door close with your shoulder until you heard it click.
"Sweet Lucifer..." you breathe. Your heart becomes enraptured once more as you drink in the oversized tree with an unease present in your gut.
Despite seeing it at orientation, you could never quite get used to seeing this fabled plant standing in all its glory, as it erected over the clouds like a monument full of unspoken tales.
This ancient tree was preposterously the only thing you'd gawk at, before you painstakingly acknowledged everything else that loomed before it.
There was a grim and moldy stained sign titled Wyvern Creek that was unavoidable to the curious-eye as soon as you pulled into the driveway...
Walkways that'd seen better days, now swarmed with cracks upon every surface. There was also a bump in the concrete everyone seemed to trip over if you weren't paying attention...
The occasional grumpy teacher that seemed anything but excited to spend another year on this campus...
A stench that could be smelled all the way here from the local mushroom farm...
And let's not forget the scattered bits of trash present in this school – that made you feel like it too – was a living creature that belonged here.
Welcome to Wyvern Creek High
You, Oscar Borealis, are embarking on your first day of High School. Ecstasy High School, to be exact.
...The more you think about it, the more you'd rather be wearing boxers on this Wednesday morning, snuggled beneath the warmth of your bed,
Without having to worry about tedious exams, tiring gossip over someone's sexuality, and the unrequited cliché's that are...
Boys.
You made a promise to eighth-grader Oscar, with what tearful requests he and Oscars before him demanded,
That you wouldn't fall in love with another boy this year, and hopefully the next.
Nursing little ambition, you mope, "Put me out of my misery..."
YOU ARE READING
Swept
Fantasy"Tell me something I don't know." ✍️ All his life, Oscar Borealis has been left with nothing but empty promises. His fate; interwoven with heartache, the family business, a kickass parasol, and an undying passion for Wonder; the magic of this world...
