School is boring. Everything about it is awful. None of your classmates like you, the English teacher is convinced you are taking your essays from the internet and you just don't fit in. This, however, still beats staying at home with your eccentric guardian.
You have only been attending the public school a few miles from your home for about a week. It's been a rough week, but you assume that's all part of the new school year. You wouldn't know though.
It's not that he was over protective by not letting you attend public school, the distance from your house to the school is quite lengthy at forty five minutes by car. Maybe that's also why no one really talks to you.
You know your dad has the reputation of being a rather secluded...what does he do anyway? You don't think you've ever asked him, you just assumed he did some form of accounting. He's good at crunching numbers so why not?
Speaking of said guardian, you've been dodging him all week. He's only tried getting a few words edge wise, but quickly gives up when you won't answer. Well you'll just forget about your father for now and keep going about your day.
For now you have music class which you only half enjoy as you really have neglected your violin lessons. The teacher is interesting though. Still, you are more curious about the giant book on her desk and an accompanying box.
She doesn't smile too often, the teacher, and doesn't really seem like she is too interested in any of your particular instruments. She doesn't seem interested in anything other than that little music box she winds up a few minutes before the end of class. You find her odd, maybe a bit depressing, but you have managed to speak to her before. It's always a dead end conversation and you are sure she doesn't like you, like the rest of the students.
You spend the class time, fumbling with your violin, not playing badly but not good enough in your opinion. Some students stop to tell you, you missed a note here, or that you should give up on the violin because you will never be good enough. Others tell you that you should just go back up to your dreary little house and continue being homeschooled until the end of time. You, of course, ignore all of them.
The teacher begins winding the music box. Everybody begins packing, ready to leave for the day and finally leave you alone. That's all the music box means to them. You notice she's staring at the music box intently and melancholically. It means something entirely different to her. She feels your stare and looks up to you with sullen grey eyes. You quickly look away and begin putting your violin in it's case.
By the time everyone leaves, the music box is on its final notes. Nobody ever stays long enough to hear the end of it, including yourself. But you really are curious about your teacher, and the few observations you made of her in your diary don't quite cut it.
The music box cuts off. Not like someone slammed it or made it stop, more like the winding had stopped.
"That's the end of the song," she croaks as you stare at the little box."It never got finished. I'm also hoping it won't be finishing any time soon, unless...You're Rose right? The violin prodigy in my class?"
"I wouldn't say that," you roll your eyes. You only take music because your guardian is a pain about it. Right now what's on your mind is what came after unless. You open your mouth to ask but she continues talking.
"Neither would I," she says dryly to your bewilderment. "I was being sarcastic. Something your smart aleck mouth should know to recognize."
"Miss Megido, are you alright?" you ask. She looks up at you.
" I'm okay, " she answers in that same hollow tone." You didn't think being a teacher was fun did you?"
"Well, no. My dad tutored me and he never looked like he was having much fun," you answer plainly.
"Good, you can use your head then," she smiles faintly, at least you think she's smiling as dimples appear lightly on her cheeks.
"I suppose," you answer. Your eyes linger on the book for a moment before picking up your stuff ready to leave. You head to the door but hear a quick scraping on the floor. You turn quickly to find the dark haired woman standing, managing to look rather pale compared to her regular bronze tone.
"Rose," she says forbiddingly, "Don't be so curious about these things." She pats the book for emphasis." There's a good reason it's called the occult. It's meant to stay hidden from mortal eyes."
"Then why do you look into it?" you ask sarcastically. Bad choice. She gives you an icy, cold, dead stare with such empty gray eyes, still managing to be full of a mysterious knowledge.
"I'm not very much alive, now am I." This is a statement. She doesn't look like she's joking either." Stay away from this Rosalind, for your own good. Don't think you are one of the witches who could handle this. One of them hurt themselves irreparably while the other...I think you already met her. Which is rather unfortunate."
"I..." you trail off," I have to go Miss Megido, my dad's waiting for me."
With that you leave the class. You walk calmly out of the room and then run out to the parking lot where your guardian is waiting for open the door on he back seat, throw your books in and slam the door shut once you are inside the car. By now you notice your heavy breathing, not exactly from the short distance you ran.
Your father stares at you for a moment, unsure whether to ask you or not. Now you're actually hoping he will talk to you.
"You alright?" he asks."You look like you just saw a ghost."
"I think I might have," you gasp finishing with a rather nervous chuckle."The music teacher..."
"Your music teacher?" he repeats as he starts up the car. "That Miss Meglo, Menow...what was her name? What's wrong with her anyway?"
"Miss Megido," you correct him. "Um...She's okay. She's just a bit weird." You pull out of the parking lot, on the way home.
"Megido," he tosses the name around for a bit," Sounds awfully familiar. Why do you say she's weird? It's not like you have much room to talk."
"Very funny, father dearest," you sneer,"she has this music box she always plays and she said that it's jot finished and she doesn't want it finished. Also her eyes look...dead. Does that make any sense."
He doesn't answer, from the rear view mirror you can see some horror shock in his face.
"Dad?" you call out in hopes to catch his attention. He keeps that glazed look, still driving as you near a red light. A truck's passing by and your driver doesn't seem to show any sign of recognition or slowing down.
"Dad!" you yell and he snaps out of it, violently hitting the break. Lucky for you both, this is a hardly transited street so that sudden stop didn't hurt anyone. That still doesn't take the fright out of you from nearly hitting the truck that was passing by.
"Fuck, I'm sorry Rose," he apologizes. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," you answer. "what was that about though?" He keeps driving, staying quiet. He only answers you once you are almost home and you nearly forgot the question.
"The way you described her eyes," he begins,"It sounds like someone I..used to know a long time ago. Well Sol knew her better but...Goddammit it all went to hell. And she, of all people, is your music teacher!"
"Yeah but what's wrong with that?" you ask cautiously.
"How about you just forget about the violin. Take some other class instead," he suggests. There's a tone of desperation in his voice, you just narrow your eyes
"But I like the violin," you lie, "and you always tell me I should keep practicing. That seems very-" He cuts you off by stopping the car suddenly in the driveway
"Rosalind, I am asking you kindly," he says while gritting his teeth. " Just...let me figure somthin out before you go back to her class. If you should ever go hack at all."
He turns off the car, steps out and opens your door. You grab your stuff and step out as well, making sure not to meet his eyes.
"Feferi was more fun that you," you grumble as you pass him. You see his shoulders stiffen but he doesn't lash out at you. Something is really wrong here. As you both step in the house you hear him say something about calling Captor about all these creepy ladies showing up. Also something about sending you out for a few days to- Oh hell no, your guardian is crazy if he thinks he's sticking you up with that lunatic for a few days.
A/N: I wrote a thing? I was writting this in school because I had nothing else to do. I'm working on Strings of Fate though so this one will be left here for a while. I'm having a lot of fun with this story.
