Aurora Bori Aleece (whose mother had an oddly twisted sense of humor) blushed deeply as she told her teacher her idea. Her short brown hair seemed to stick straight out with rage, and her sea green eyes blazed with fury. Call her a liar, a liar and raving mad! She's show him! As soon as she got the right connections, that is... Well, maybe she had them already, but she needed to find them first. Find and ask if they'd actually help. In truth, it was doubtful, but she had always been an optimist!
She stalked out of the room darkly, her high school (because everyone knew that the fact it was high school made it that much worse because they were supposed to be the smart, encouraging teacher's) teacher's words still ringing in her mind. The Chalice of Pentra?! You do know that thing doesn't exist, right kid? God, you've gotta be kidding me. Or you're just… crazy. Could go either way with you I guess… She was going to murder him. No matter how this turned out, Mr. Veck (not to be confused with Heck, as he told his new students every year) was going. To. Die. She just needed to figure out how.
And suddenly, she was happy about all the criminology she'd 'studied' (in a way) when she was ten. Thank you CSI, Cold Case and Bones!
Unfortunately for the rest of the general population within her vicinity, new and odd ways of murder/torture combinations did not brighten her mood for very long, and soon she took up glaring at every carbon based life form that had the misfortune of crossing her path. Due to her normally cheery and bright eyes, the other students seemed all the more shocked when they received the 'Glare of Doom' from quite possible the friendliest person some of them had ever met. Granted, certain social groups were more shocked than others, such as the Geeks and the Preps, but some seemed to take it for what it was; an evil glare that simply told you to get the hell away or you became a living punching bag. So, being offered the choice, these people wisely stayed away and let Aurora scowl and mutter silent curses on someone's life without asking questions or seeing if there was any way they could improve her mood. These people were few and far between, which just showed the average intelligence of the student body at that particular high school.
Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity of telling people to get the things-that-not-be-written away before she literally reached down their throat and pulled out their vocal cords and put them in a jar for the whole world to see, she arrived at the one place where she knew everyone would understand: Room 221.
There was nothing particularly special about room 221. It was just your average school room where a good portion of the Chess Club meetings were held. It was also the meeting place of the official Archeology Club, which was exactly what made it so special. The meetings were held every Thursday, exactly three minutes after the final bell rang. Mr. Veck had, when the club originally started that is, gone to every single meeting and had actually been in charge of the club, as teachers usually were. He had quickly found out that the fine young adults who had started the club did not need supervision and that he was merely hindering the conversations, and that had ended his brief time there. No one seemed to care when he stopped attending.
This was why Aurora loved Room 221 with a passion. All of her closest friends were in the club, and they usually discussed more… mythological archeology than what a professor in a college might. They firmly believed that X, more often than not, marked the spot, and that 90% of the work must be spent outside the library, not within. They also thought some research was necessary if you wanted to find whatever it was you were looking for, but fast reflexes could save your life. Meaningless to say they had all heard the name 'Indiana Jones' more than once in their respected household. Well, maybe one too many times.
Aurora let out a long sigh of relief as she entered the small room, a good portion of her agitation lifting from her shoulders. The small group of people that had arrived early (meaning two people excluding her) looked up abruptly at the noise from the globe map that was spread across the table, as per usual.
The eldest in the group –Maria, at age seventeen to be graduating later that year and founder of the club- stood up, placing a comforting hand on her friends shoulder. "What did Mr. V say?" She asked, sensing the still present loathing coming off the shorter girl in waves.
The other club member, a blond boy with calculating eyes, came over as well, his slender featured marred slightly in confusion and worry. "Yeah, Alaska," Aurora twitched involuntarily at the use of the nickname Noah had come up with for her. "What's up?" He stepped back a bit at the glare that quickly began to bore a hole in his chest where his heart was.
"It would seem Mr. Veck deemed me a trifle mad." Aurora grumbled miserably. She hated it when people thought of her as a mere child. She was fourteen going on fifteen for God's sake, not five! She was not a complete idiot!
Noah cringed while Maria began pacing the room, biting her nails as she did so. It was a nervous habit she had always said she got from her mother; Aurora thought that was a bunch of horse manure because said mother had always complained and said she looked like she should be in the nut house whenever she did it in front of her.
"So… What are you gonna do?" Noah asked, grey eyes scanning over his friend with a look of curiosity as well as scrutiny, something that they all deemed an incredibly good trait considering he wanted to be a detective once he graduated college.
Aurora spun sharply on her heel, eyes still ablaze. "I'm not going to be attending this meeting, and possible not even next weeks." She said, grabbing a black Fedora-like (though not quite) hat that had forever been placed on the coat rack beside the door and placing it firmly on her head. "I have a train to catch."