Saturday, May 1, 2004

   Half of Chapter 1: Cynical Grin

“Korat, I’ll be at school. You be a good boy at home, alright?” Mirror snatched her bag and silk vest from the coat rack, hurrying to the front door. The black cat scaled the railings of the staircase until it landed on the satin couch. He followed her to the entrance. "Kory," she smiled. "Kory, I left food for you in the kitchen. The phone is set so that you can call me. As for the remote, it's in your basket." She slipped her feet into her shoes. Tapping the toes against the floor, the shoes were nicely tucked. "Oh! And, one more thing!" Mirror knelt down and kissed the feline's forehead. "Have a nice day, Kory." Standing, she turned and fled out of the door, locking it as she left. Korat gawked and meowed. It is Monday, another day of school. To the rich and the sophisticated, going to Fourmann was a great chance of being with their friends. To Mirror, it is nothing but torture. The students have resented her; the instuctors have learned to ignore her. Besides all of this, she is forced into this high school even if she knows every bit of information. It is only torture. For Korat, school time was his hell. To be seperated from the only one who cares was horrible especially one whom took him in when he was orphaned. All the cat would think of doing is lying in Mirror's bed or staring at the photos of the girl. Lunch came naturally. Alas, Mirror has entered the campus of Fourmann, the high school for the rich and the sophisticated. All citizens in this town were all filthy rich and cocky. These traits will soon be passed on to the offspring. From this blooms their ties with reality. Yet, their nature to love nature itself was calming even to Mirror. Students relaxed by the blossom trees. Lovers held each other in one another's arms. Friends lied under the pink and white branches. Others walked the white pavement to the building. Only halfway did Mirror ended her trail to eye the beautiful Angel Wings. The lake, so distant, emitted a warm glow of blue at this time of the morning. Such a loving light... Words cannot even speak of its serenity. The mesmerizing effect broke from Mirror when someone stood next to her. She looked with surprise: this was the first moment that anyone stood even a half a meter near her. "Beautiful, isn't it? Such beauty wasted upon this stubborn town." The young man smiled innocently. Facing her, he asked, "Why is it that you like it so much?" Mirror grew speechless. Her throat became dry. She has never spoken to a fellow student before. Finally, she answered coldly, "I just do." "Good enough for me." He faced to the lake once again. "Are you always alone?" No word escaped through her lips. Her mind was confused: why would a stranger want to talk to her? "You must have been. Your silence says it all." "My silence...?" Mirror looked up to the tall student. Her eyes widened when she saw his raven black hair that swayed gracefully similar to hers. "Ah! Speak again, bright angel..." The student grinned, knowing his imitation of a line from a play. He had her full attention. "I see that you have such sweet long hair. Black as the raven that so does describe you... More eye-catching is the way that every part of you create this illusion of a vampire." Her gaze fell onto the pavement, painted in petals. "That could explain why everyone is calling you Vampy..." He glanced behind to some gossiping girls. Most giggled to see him; a few glared indifiently. Turning to Mirror, he found her mesmerized again by the lake. The distant glow seemed to reach out to them and surround his 'friend'. She almost glowed the same blue as the lake; the wind brushed her waist-lengthed hair. Her scarlet eyes revealed themselves to him. The student smiled even more with joy. But, his smile faded when he noticed the pale scar on her arm. "Your arm..." Mirror followed his line of view then turned away. "I see. Your scar is proof that you have fallen into the earthquake." Her temper got the best of her. Immediately, she smashed her bag into him and ran to the building. The male watched solemnly. As Mirror dashed through the crowd, her ears picked up traces of her nickname: "Did that Vampy hit the new guy?" "Vampy was always rude." "I don't get that Vampy." "Vampy, you're a b****!" "Go to h***, Vampy!" Her feet sped faster. With the first sign of glass, her hands reached out and pushed the doors open. For the rest of the way to her first class, she merely ran... Running from her confusion... No one knew about her. Mirror wasn't one to speak of her past, not even to the teachers. The couselors tried to break through her walls but none succeeded. They all gave up on finding the truth. And, now, a young man speaks of that ill-fated incident.

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