A lady with snow white hair stood firmly, in a sleep like state, looking out her window into the seeminly endless rain. She swept her hand against the glass, all her memories were slowly caressing her memory as the rain was caressing every inch of her life's work, her school. A tear formed and marked a path across her face, then another, as she gathered all her emotions and tried to shove them away. However, her emotions found their way back into her warm heart as she fell deeper and deeper into her trance. She went over to a picture of a young brunette and a young blonde and picked it up.

A tear fell onto the frame as she inspected it. The brunette was slightly taller than the blonde, both with a sturn expression. They were dressed in simular uniforms, the brunette being the one with the full skirt and the blonde having a half skirt. Their identical school uniform shirts were tucked in neatly but still wrinkled and carbon smudged from several classes. There were some mean looking ladies in the background, all of them looked strikingly the same, but it is hard to tell in the old faded picture. More and more tears fell as she went farther back into her memories. Then she noticed something on the floor, she picked it up immediately.

"June 14, 1967

Today was a fairly average day, after classes Margret D. and I went off to the library for studying. Well, that was the intention until the Headmisstress demanded a conference with me. I was wondering what it was all about. I entered her office solemnly. I thought I might have gotten caught for yesterday's arguement with the Head of Punishment when the word Head became emphasised. All of the staff and the alumini were gathered around, watching me, lined up half way down the master hallway. That is when Headmisstress Annily H. Harberall asked me the question that would change my life forever. "

She stared at the piece of paper and read it over a few times. The rest of the page was torn off, leaving only this small but meaningful message. She wiped her tears and forced herself to stop crying until she at least put the passage in a safe place seeing she did not want it smeared even worse then it already was. She went back over to the window, and stared at the rain. Then her view changed to her reflection - she barely reconized herself. She could hear the voices in her memory as it replayed it's self once again in her reflection.

"Yes, Miss. Harberall?" She said, fearful of the Headmisstress's power.

"Would you mind visiting awhile? I wish to speak to you about a private detail." The elderly headmisstress responded as she dismissed the croud, even though they stood outside the door, listening in on the whole conversation. Only the Head of Punishment was allowed to remain.

"Sure?" The young blonde said. They sipped tea and had an it conversation about the past when Miss. Wagstire, the Head of Punishment nudged Miss. Harberall in the arm. Then, Miss. Harberall suddenly moned.

"Are you ok?!"

"I am not sure. I am certainly not getting any younger."

"What do you mean?"

"I might as well get you to the point I brought you here for."

"I'm so sorry about that arguement Miss. Wagstire, it wont happen again, I promise!"

"No child, it is not that." Miss. Wagstire said with a sad expression, she appeared to be close to crying for the first time.

"What else did I do?!" The young blonde cried.

"You did not do anything wrong, this is about what you have done correctly dear." Miss. Harberall replied.

"Please, explain." The young blonde said trembling.

"I might as well tell you plainly, you are a 5th year student, you do not need to be babied by any of the staff and you certainly won't be if I have anything to do with it."

"What's going on!?"

"I... I... I do not know if I can say this. You already know what I am about to ask of you. It is much more than anything I have ever asked of any of my students."

"No, this can't be."

"It is."

The young blonde broke down crying.

"Why are you crying dear?" Miss. Harberall asked.

"I know what this means. I am perfectly aware of what will happen." The young blonde said.

"Then you are aware of the peace of mind this will give me."

Miss. Wagstire pulled out her elegant silk fan to cover her tears.

"NO! This can not be! Please, as much as I drempt of this, I do not deserve it." The young blonde replied.

"Anne, you deserve this more than you know. Please, just give me this one wish. Will you take my position as Headmisstress?"

"Y...ye...yes." The young blonde was now crying so hard she couldn't speak. She launched herself into Miss. Harberall's arms no matter the pain it would cause her.

"I promise, everything will work out for the better. Just wait, believe, and continue to work hard... you will see."

Then the lady snapped back into the real world, her face now covered with tears and mascara. She continued to look at her reflection as she recited her feelings.

"I do not deserve this. I have never deserved this. I don't even deserve life. I don't even know who I am. I have never known that."

Her reflection changed to that of Miss. Harberall's though connection.

"Who am I?"

Then she remembered Miss. Wagstire's words.

"To anyone who thinks a monolouge is a conversation with the past."

She snapped out of it just in time. Mr. Wiz Giz was banging on her door hecticly.

"MISS. FARAGONDA!!!! MISS. FARAGONDA!!!!!! OPEN UP!!!!! PLEASE!!!!"

"NOT THIS AGAIN! So much for peace of mind." She thought.

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