A/N: Forgive me the long delay; I leave her with the next chapter, hopefully to your entertainment.
Title: Whispers in the wind
Chapter: 4: Who are you?
The sun shone brightly, hanging from the azure sky, giving Francoise a good sign. Her acrylic colored book bag weighed down her slender shoulder in an everyday fashion. Francoise looked at herself, her uniform perfect at every turn. Her collar ironed flat, and her navy blue ribbon embedded in her hair. "Francoise, Francoise, don't forget your lunch!" Francoise looked at the old sage, flustered, holding a lunch paper bag in hand. "Come, this is how all humans carry their lunch dear child, and remember no magic while in school. Do not use it on the ignorant, selfish, or anyone that gets in your way." Francoise nodded without listening to a word he had said; after all she never had problems at school. She never knew, that this year, would hold many surprises for her.
Francoise passed the noisy streets with utmost cautiousness and grace. She danced, skipped, and walked daintily to school. As she did so, she hummed 'Dance of the sugar plum fairies', from the play 'The Nutcracker'. She loved music, mostly classical. There was only one thing that she love more, and that was to dance to it. She loved ballet and how she could move to quickly, swiftly, and become oblivious while doing it. She smiled in spite of herself and walked slowly once the school was in view. She didn't want a weird impression on herself on the first day. Until she could truly find good friends that would understand her, she would keep dancing her little secret.
The landscape was incredible, it stretched beyond the school. Trees of various kinds, apple, plum, peach, and orange tress were everywhere. A small stream rushed just beyond the footpath, clear as crystal. "This must be a clean school then." Francoise said to herself as she waited in the never-ending line to get her program card. After thirty minutes of annoying waiting, Francoise finally receive her white, paper Mache card and went to her first listed class; Literature. Francoise sighed, already feeling the stress of school, knowing she would come home exhausted.
The room was fairy clean, and a pile of books stacked neatly on top of each desk. Francoise sat at a desk that had her name labeled on top of it. She let herself relax, think about everything. If she didn't, she would drive herself insane.
She was safe for the moment, while her stalker didn't know where she was. It wouldn't last though, it never did. How many had come after her, endangered the sage, and made her shed so many tears, and yet she was still fragile. She was like the warm morning sun, bathing the earth in purity. An Innocence that should have banished long ago.
In her minds eye a picture appeared. A woman, her hair of gold, eyes of the sea held her in her arms, smiling.
"Mother...." Francoise quickly caught herself in the moment; she began to feel pairs of eyes on her. She looked to the right of her and found herself surprised to see a familiar face. It was the young man who she had bumped into, who had kindly picked her books up for her. Today though, he seems disturbed, avoiding eye contact with her. Almost as if he was scared of her, or scared for her. Francoise felt that she shouldn't pry into the matter any further and so she turned her attention to the blackboard.
The day came and went, and soon it was over. Life was always like that, things come and go and never come back. Jovial times end so quickly and yet sorrowful ones endure through times. The scare of her parent's death was still embedded on Francoise's heart. A spear that had pierced through her very soul, and even though she was just a petite child of three when her mother died, she felt that she could relieve that moment anytime she wanted. She just didn't know how to trigger it.
She had spoken to her sage about it, many times. Each time he responded with the same critique; "Dear child, Francoise, you must not dwell on the past. This will that you mention, to relieve this memory is impossible. You are capable of many things dear child, that I do not doubt, but this just isn't one of them."
When he had said that to her, for the very first time she had become angry with
him. What did he know? He didn't have the image of her mother in her last
moment stapled to his very being. Francoise snapped out of her pensive trance
and began to get her book bag ready to leave.
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Joe had no idea what to do; he looked at his father in uncertainty. "What are you doing here father?" Joe demanded. "To get the girl." His father said simply, almost casually. Joe couldn't think he knew that he could do absolutely nothing to help her now.
Then he saw her, her delicate features had a trace of pain and perhaps anger. She looked up and slowly realized that her stalker was in truth, deadly near. Joe's father looked at him, expectant.
As Joe looked at both his murmured; "God help me."
A/N: as you all have noticed, it's updating week for me, I just had to update all of my stories with at least one chapter. After all, I've left you guys in enough suspense to last a lifetime, but keep on biting your finger nails people, there's more to come later on in the story. As for the last thing I have to say is that I was very happy to log online today and fine twelve reviews awaiting me from you guys, thank you all, you truly are all quite generous. I'm sure you've heard this over and over again but here it goes; R/R!