Monday, May 3, 2004

   The Rest of Chapter 1 (OMG)

(O_O What just happened to MyOtaku? Was it updated or something because suddenly, my browser isn't supporting the feature for the music so now, I have silence... Oh well! XD) The morning bell rang. Mirror sat quietly at her desk. In her hand was a book of poems by her pseudonym, Nin Hyacinth. Still, her peers have not let her off from attacking the new student. She does feel guilty in a way. But because of her self-concealment, she doesn't want to apologize. Gratefully, the tauntings and the menace in the classroom settled the minute the instructor, Mr. Renalds, stepped in. The aging man flapped his book open upon the pedestal and checked for attendance. After closing the book, he called with a voice of furiosity, "Mirror Lake...!" Mirror rose from her seat and faced the teacher. "Yes, sir?" "Word has it that you scared off yet another new student!" Mr. Renalds marched down the aisle of desks. He ended beside her desk. "Why do you keep doing this, Ms. Lake? For one thing, you've already earned the title of being the renowned Vampy. For another, you are the ghost of our Taruna. Now, you have the love to frighten students away from this facility. I'll have you know that I will report this to the principal and have you expelled!" The class snickered in her demise. Mirror wasn't going to take this lightly. "Sir," she said firmly, "Whether or not I have terrorized the new student's thought of attending this school, you have no right to accuse me of something that has not yet been proven." She knew what she's done, but she's not going down without a fight. Mr. Renolds's face flared up with a deep red. His limit has been reached. "That's it! I've had it with your incompetence, young lady! You want proof!? Where's the new student?" "I'm here..." All eyes aimed at the doorway. The young man from before was breathing heavily and gripping on the edge of the door for balance. "Please don't scold her, sir. I offended her." "It is alright..." The teacher calm down then faced Mirror. Embarrassed, he strolled to the front of the room. The stubby man cleared his throat before continuing. "This is Rorrim Lake. He moved from Venice, Italy with his father to find someone, am I correct?" Rorrim nodded. "This man here is grand with the arts and has quite the intellect. Please welcome him warmly. And Mirror..." Throughout the introduction, Mirror had not sat. Her concentration was zoned in on this Rorrim. Something about his name makes her feel peculiar. "Mirror, you may take your seat. As for you, Rorrim, please take a seat by Isabelle." "I would like to sit next to Mirror if you don't mind, sir." Rorrim tilted his head in her direction. The classmates fell silent to his decision. In Taruna, to sit next to an outcast was considered odd. Instead, the teacher trusted his choice and accepted his decision. The man followed down through the aisles to reach her area. He slipped onto the chair of a nigh desk. "Hey, Mirror... Guess what?" he started. Her eyes glared from her book to him. This he took as, 'I hear you but I don't care.' Alternatively, he continued on with his rhetorical question, "My father and I are living in your mansion." What Mirror had just heard caused her book to slip through her fingers. Right away, her hands slammed against her desk as she stood. "What nonsense are you speaking of, Rorrim? There is no way you are residing in my quarters!" In truth, she didn't care as long as they didn't bother her. Her Korat, though, was what she worried of the most. After all, there are people who dare to skin and kill cats. Not only that but this man sitting by her happens to know her. He could be a pervert or a stalker, also. "You speak of me as if you know me. How is it that you know?" There was no answer from him but mere silence. "Mirror, you do know that the English lesson is in progress," was the statement that was addressed to her, not Rorrim. She glared to Mr. Renolds, pissed off from these sudden news. "Why don't you tell us a poem and I'll excuse you from today's lesson?" Mr. Renolds whimpered from seeing her facial expression. Her rage had not subsided. "Sweetness is but a pity; one that is given to a mortal enemy." Her glare shot through Rorrim. Nothing changed about his expression but a stare. His eyes, though, shimmered through his black bangs. They glowed with a scarlet color. "Thank you, Mirror. You're excused," announced Mr. Renolds. Mirror reseated onto her chair. Her legs had grown numb from seeing that haunting stare. Slowly, Rorrim faced forward, his innocent smile returning. And, all events fell into another silence as if the world was meant to be silent itself.

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