Chapter 1
*inserts derp face here*
"-a."
An auburn haired child stirred in the grass.
"…ia"
The little girl shifted once more; the greenery gingerly stroking her cheek with the wind.
Grey eyes were still closed, but she felt she knew this person.
She opened her eyes and outstretched a hand towards the boy standing beside her.
She greeted him with a grin.
"Come and play with me!"
The loud, continuous buzz of an alarm clock was heard and Tia shut it off as briskly as she could.
Realizing just what day it was, she sighed.
It's Monday.
Once again, she has overslept and her class was going to begin in a rough fifteen minutes.
Groggily swinging her legs off the bed; she grabbed her school clothes from her dresser and hurriedly changed into her school's winter outfit; a crimson blazer, a white dress shirt, a black necktie and matching socks. These dreams always leaving her in a bundle of confusion, but she paid no mind it. For all she cared, it could've been the effect of over reading her romance mangas.
After all, their only dreams. She doubted it was a child childhood memory, as she had no such memories from long ago; a huge gap of her time as a child were forgotten. She thought up a mini continuation of the cut off dream where a fiery, childhood friend body slammed her on the grass and had awaken her. She gave out a little laugh.
That was perfect.
She made her way to the center of the small living room and to her school bag sitting on the empty table. It was only by chance that Tia actually sat down at the table for a decent breakfast and today just wasn't one of those days. She grabbed her bag, slipped on her black tennis shoes before heading out the door; her apartment roughly a block from the school. She took up a steady pace as she turned a few lefts and rights. Upon reaching the grounds, she entered the East Division of the school and ascended the stairwell; stained glass windows depicting the stages of the world.
Her favorite was the piece was at the base of the stairs.
It was mostly overlooked because of its dull details compared to its more intricate counterparts, but its simplicity drew her in and it felt special to her.
Yet, oddly nostalgic.
It was composed of colors of grey, blue and green with shades of yellow. There was a sun breaking out of a cloudy sky and a serene hill covered with blades of grass looking a large kingdom in the distance.
This historic private school, Rhoan Academy, was separated into two parts; the East and West Division. The East Division consisted of the underclassmen; the freshman and the sophomores. The West Division consisted of the upperclassmen; the juniors and the seniors. The West Division staircase has stained glass windows as well, although they show depict something a little different; the new worlds created by each appointed Chosen.
She reached the top of the stairs and made her way to the classroom at the end of the hall. She entered the room on time and sat at her desk quietly; it was a window seat second towards the back. This is her teacher's last day, she was a twenty year old from the Sahara, and her temper was as fiery as the hair that strode down her back like flames.
Ms. Nanai stood up from her desk at the front of the room and briefed the class, "This is my outstanding, beautiful self's last day before I-"
The class groaned with agony.
A kid shouted out from the back of the room,"You're going to the Sahara, you're beautiful and the by the time you get back you'll have a 'gorgeous' tan that we will simply adore." The class hummed with agreement.
Ms. Nanai scrunched up her brows with irritation, "I'm still talking, dammit! I-I mean- I'm still here. You prickly people won't be seeing me for a while, so enjoy my company!"
"Who are you calling prickly?!" The scarlet haired girl seated at the front row scoffed, "You're the only tetchy one here!"
The susurration of people's chatter spread throughout the classroom like an epidemic.
This girl is getting too old for such childish remarks and she's the real live definition of a spoiled brat.
Another girl, only much more demure and soft-spoken in comparison to the rude lass seated in front of her spoke up, "F-Francesca! Do you know who you're speaking too?"
"Do you have any idea who you're speaking too, Fana?! I am thee Francesca Annino, daughter of the celebrated Annino-"
Tia interjected irritably,"Don't you dare start on her." Oh my goodness, did she just say that?
The slam of textbooks and a booming voice interjected, "For the love of the Prophecy, will you just shut up!?"
Anxious eyes faced the front of the room in an instant; the atmosphere growing heavy with each passing second.
"I-I mean... Be quiet!" Ms. Nanai corrected,"Just do your work today! That's an order, damn it!"
Tia ignored the ruckus and propped her head on her left hand, scribbling tiny drawings of spirits into her notebook. The bothersome prattle of her classmates was making her brain decay little by little.
A soft, somewhat audible voice came from above; its owner breaking apart her lazy thoughts,"T-Thanks for sticking up for me, Tia."
Tia flashed a small grin at the girl,"What are friends for?"
Fana giggled and sat in an empty desk next to her, "Right."
She smiled, touched by the kind comment, "She never learns."
The class suddenly came to a halt and Tia realized what she had regrettably said aloud.
Fana gave a tiny gasp.
"You little twit!" Francesca snarled,"Say that to my face!"
"I'd like to confer with you outside for a moment, Tia." Ms. Nanai grimaced, "Outside, please."
Francesca was far from finished, "You're just a pompous, pretentious peasant!"
"Wow, such big words," Tia muttered,"for a child spoiled rotten by their parents."
Every word wasn't left unheard and fiery red head.
"Too hard for you to comprehend? At least I have parents!"
Tia discounted the last insult before exiting the classroom after her teacher and shut the door behind her. She was pretty sure the carrot-top wasn't aware that "pompous" and "pretentious" virtually had the same meaning. Loud voices emitted from inside classroom the instant the door had clicked. She leaned her back against it and slid down to a squatting position.
She'd be lying if she said something in heart wasn't yearning for a parents' love, but it was the least of her problems. She didn't know who they were, what they looked like or why they left her. Tia swallowed and looked into the unwavering eyes of her teacher.
"My lord, you young adults, are quite the rowdy crowd." Her teacher remarked in exasperation as she put a hand to her forehead,""Listen here, Tia."
Ms. Nanai crouched in front of her weary student and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Did you think about what I proposed to you a while back? About the tutoring..."
"You never gave me a reply,Ms. Nanai's emerald gaze seemed to pierce her through her soul, "And the offer is still open."
She won't be in the classroom anymore? Her thoughts went back to Fana. A part of her was worried about her well-being. She's reluctant to leave her friend in a room full of imperious, wealthy idiots. She imagined Fana laughing at a joke told by her classmate; a joke intended to make her feel insulted. Yes, the quiescent girl would definitely laugh and brush it off lightly.
"I'll take it then. I appreciate this, Ms. Nanai." Tia thanked her teacher with a smile.
They weren't kids anymore and like she said her friend was ready to put up with anything. Fana has her auntie and her grandma for support. She rose from the wall and stretched her arms above her head.
"You can head home for today,"Ms. Nanai's voice roused her from her scattered thoughts, "I'll have everything prepared. In fact, check into the library straight away tomorrow morning. Sign your name on the clipboard at the front desk and take a pager from a librarian. You're tutor had already been given a pager beforehand and once they walk into the door it'll go off. The pagers are color coded and you won't miss a thing; guaranteed no mix-ups."
She stood up and made her way to the door,"And I'll see you, next year, Tia. Take care."
What a Monday. She was given permission to go back home for today thirty minutes after her arrival. Her apartment wasn't that far, but still...
Tia gave a heavy sigh and walked back down the staircase. At the base of the stairs, a recognizable figure was seen sitting by the base of the stairs. "Rempo! Hey!" she shouted. The figure looked up at her, holding up a scowl,"You ain't sending me back to-" his yellow eyes narrowed,"Sending me back to..." Tia drew closer and Rempo took a clearer look at the intruder. "Oh, it's just you Tia."
Tia rolled her eyes,"Yup, it's just Tia. What a huge disappointment..."
My goodness, knowing him he was expecting some sexy babe from one of those pornos he hides under his-
"I was totally looking forward to running into a super bomb woman, but hey," He gave a little shrug,"Old friends are nice to run into too." She crossed her arms and continued to stare at him as he ranted on.
"Compared to Anise, your chest is-"
A huge smack resounded down the empty halls,"Ouch! What's your problem?" Rempo put a hand over his now inflamed cheek; a perfect hand print imprinted on his skin. "D-Don't you start talking about my chest as you please and be comparing it y-your porno models!" she scolded,"On the other hand, You should be in class-"
"Man, I'd totally switch bodies with Fana just to escape from this."
"Why in the world would you bring Fana into this, Rempo?!" She still continued as she had more obvious things to point out, You're a junior. Why are you here in the East Building. Do you not know which way east or west is?!" She put a hand to her forehead,"Oh my, Kullervo! How old are you now? You're seventeen. Seventeen-"
"Dude, Tia! Shut up for a minute!"
Uncompromisingly, she gave a groan,"Sylvia, is paying for this tuition! Can you please act grateful for once in your life?"
"Don't bring my mom into this..." he mumbled. "
Why shouldn't I?" she countered.
"Rempo," she looked up into his face,"Sylvia is sick..."
Rempo clenched his fists,"I know."
"What you're doing right now isn't helping her."
"I know."
Tia looked him in the eyes and saw a deep anguish.
"Show her you know."
The words were taken from her mouth by an approaching voice. She watched Rempo's sorrowful eyes transition to a flash of anger and hatred.
She swore she saw a glint of gold within its depths.
A/N : I got some sort of sudden motivation for me to just change this out of the blue. Ahhhhhh-