When the morning of Friday bloomed in its entirety, Hera was to wake with the rich and bright rays of the sun peering from the window. It was lukewarm. Hera smiled as she clenched her fist on the ledge, looking down at the school. The trees were dancing with the morning breeze, watched by the blue horizon, cloudless, just as ecstatic and weightless as Hera’s heart. Despite the feast of nature, the rest of the school was still in their slumber, but the silence was more than enough for Hera. It was an orchestra that which her ears kept longing to hear.
Forcing herself to look away, Hera turn the light on and sat down on the bed. Five books were propped open on it, the contents highlighted and annotated. Hera was reading them when she fell asleep yesterday. It was weird and natural at the same time, as though she was meant to be a bookworm from the very beginning.
“You are equally guilty when you don’t do something to the crime unfolding right before your eyes,” said Sheels irritably, sitting cross-legged on a spindle table just beside a circular table where the two other League sat, one of them detached from what’s happening and one of them eyeing Hera furtively. Hera kept her head down. She had suspected this nagging ever since she received the text and it didn’t give her satisfaction. Alright, she’s guilty about it, but they didn’t need to make it look as though she was the one who bullied Janna. Even if she tried to help, Shaine might end up beating her to a pulp as well. In a way, they should be grateful there’s only one victim. “Oy, are you listening?” Blinking, Hera stepped back. Sheels was waving her hand right in front of her, looking annoyed. Sh
Hera looked back at the school’s gate. It was becoming smaller and smaller as the limousine drove away. She didn’t know what she should feel. After months of being away from the orphanage, she had decided to pay it a visit. There’s an odd emptiness inside of her heart as she leaned back on the soft foam of the seats.She was once again alone in this wide of a car, Kioven driving her back. She had no idea how he did it, but when they traced their way back to the outskirt of the school boundary, there was no wall surrounding it but the gate itself.Kioven said she had two hours to spend in the orphanage, though in her case, it’s more likely to be just the half. The remaining time would be for visiting Astrodome. She wanted to try it there. Maybe she could find solace at the way the waves rage on its shore or at the chi
Hera had never felt more detached in the world than she was now. A part of her regretted ever deciding to visit the orphanage. Had she stayed in her dorm, she wouldn’t have dug the past she’s trying to bury. Another side of her was glad, though, glad that she met someone who shared the same pain, the same darkness within.Perhaps the chaos of her thought showed on her face because Kioven did not argue when she said she wanted to go to Astrodome. He didn’t even ask why she came back half an hour earlier than intended. He just understood that at that exact time, the last thing Hera wanted was to be questioned.The ringing silence in the car wound up in her ears, broken only by the car’s engine. She breathed heavily as she leaned on the window, closing her eyes as warms tears trickled down her cheeks. She wiped it harsh
Hera felt he had owed Kioven by crying on his shoulders. Not only was he right to say she’d feel much better if she would stop taking everything in, but he had also comforted her when no one else had. She knew she had splattered some words then, and she’d be a fool to deny it. Although she was glad Kioven’s not mentioning any of it when they see each other in their room or in the corridors, she was still doing everything she could to avoid having a single contact with him.For two weeks she crafted excuses whenever Kioven’s calling her and ran as far away in the opposite direction, either saying she has left something or else in need to take the comfort room. Kioven was no fool to not notice her gestures, and he had texted her to imply that he understood where she’s coming from, but if she wouldn’t talk to him, he wouldn’t know what to do with her, once again, failing performance. In fact, she had already taken detention for three nig
There was something about the midterm that pressured Hera so much. She had learned to call it the ‘Kicked Out Midterm’because everything just seemed to hang on its thread. She knew she only had what it takes to receive a bottom mark and the orphanage would be her home again. It’d be the last thing she wanted, especially now that she already knew she had the greatest of potential to be a natural full-fledged Anomalous. It was exactly for this reason that Hera was to be found sitting on her study table all night long, highlighting some notes despite the stinging of her eyes. In truth, she had never studied all her life. This would be the first time. She’s already breaking the limit. Any moment now, she’d be exploding with all the things she has forced inside of her head. She only gets by the thought that
On the day of the exam, Psyche Sect was to wake with the sky drawn by dampened clouds, the horizon a dirty-white with occasional streaks of light illuminating its scope, looking like that of a child ready to whine any minute or two.It was to this that the school staff was to be found erecting a long tent in the Amphitheater, lining about ten armchairs in a row and ten in a column, each of them carrying a netbook, a sheaf of parchment, and a pen. All the chairs were numbered, corresponding to the scheduled student to take the test on this day.Because everyone was to take the midterm in the Amphitheater, it would last for a week and a half. To consider the time and the subject the student would be tested on, every exam only had a thirty-minute interval. The examinees were expected to hold themselves to a higher standard, which means that 0n
For the next two days, Hera managed to keep herself on her toes, despite her despair and her stupidity now crashing over her, telling her she could not and would not pass over and over again. She was not meant to be there in the first place. It would have been a rare feat to even accomplish a passing score when all the time she’s studying, she was preoccupied with the thought that she couldn’t understand a thing while scanning and dreading the day her doom was to come. She almost always wished for the sun not to set whenever it hid in the mountain, exploding the horizon with gold and orange rays, the night slowly taking over as she grabbed her hair, throwing her book against the wall, and crying for not wanting to fail but not being able to study well enough.It didn’t help that students were exiting the Amphitheater with slumped shoulders and eyes swelling with tears. She didn&rsqu
“Tina had gone mad, ain’t she?” said a girl whose blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, watching as Tina Goldstein passed by them and sat in an opposite chair in the Filling Realm, eating rather fast without a care in the world.A girl sitting next to her narrowed her eyes. “I think so, too.” She nodded, as though it settled the matter. “Have you heard to what she did to poor Merinda when she pranked her two days ago?”“Oh, yes, I did. Why shouldn’t I? It was a big scandal, ain’t it? The League was almost involved, but they did not, hadn’t they? They, too, are acting pretty weird. Usually, what Tina had done would merit her a reputation the likes of Janna’s sister, yet she did not. But I do think no one had forgotten how she had almost killed Merinda with nothing but a pen.”