“So…what kind of person are you?”
The man before me was not someone I had met before. He seemed to be a teenager…blond hair that just went down past his shoulders, deep blue eyes that seemed to reveal a tranquility within, he also wore a suit like he was going to a funeral. What he was doing in my classroom was really why I was concerned. Somehow I had ended up as Class Representative and while I found my time slowly slipping through my fingers with work…I could not help but stop and investigate something I had never seen before. Plus this guy did not go to our school so it only made sense to question him.
“What you mean by that, can’t you flippin tell!? I am Es-TA-TIC…” he felt the 40’s gangster grease smear out as he spoke…
He spoke in a way that screamed he was not from around here…he must not be as positive as I thought he was. His aura gave off an aroma of happiness but upon speaking to him he just seemed to want to be by himself. As I glanced up at the clock I notice it was already 4:53…I need to leave to get home so I can eat and then do homework and then go to bed. Why me…?
“Look I am just trying to find out where you need to go…so if you could just tell m…”
“Oh ho no…you should already know who I am.” A small grin played on his face and it seemed too sure of itself that I wanted to punch it. I always hated cocky prideful people.
I gave him a skeptical look…if I really knew who he was, why would I ask? His breath or cologne seemed to waft away from him and I could not help but try to place it. Creamy…maybe a soft sweetness. Definitely a flower of some kind. I was not much of a flower guru but if people like him were going to start showing up…maybe I really needed to branch out. Hehe…
I gave myself a slap on the wrist to remind myself to focus.
“Sorry just a bug, now anyway, what seemed to be troubling you?” I asked this mainly to keep him talking. Appearances were always deceiving when it came to people like them.
He shifted slightly and then put a hand to his chin, the smell brushed against me again and I worried he laid it on just a little too much.
“Why I am the thing that gives all you little ones hope.” He nodded as if he had explained everything all at once and that suddenly the light of reason should now be basking on my body. I’ll be honest…I had no idea what he was even talking about.
“A hope that is now lost. If I do not find my retainer they could lose themselves. You wouldn’t want someone in your class suffer like that would you…?” He made a face that gave off a sensation of pure control. He thought he had me and he thought he could play me like this. He was a fool though if he thought this was my first time around the block.
I crossed my legs and declared in a harsh tone, “Look, friend, It is not my job to police you. If I helped out every single person with every little problem I would never have anytime for myself and would eventually be run ragged. Plus…mind you…I am only sixteen. Maybe I would like to prepare for my future? Did you ever think of that? Huh!? What about me?” I needed to be aggressive here or else this would never move forward. Happiness often responded to anger…while I hated to raise my voice this was the best way.
He looked at me like I had slapped him upside his face. He almost looked disgusted and simply retorted with, “Humph…I guess you like feeling guilt for someone who might kill themselves. Fine suit yourself tough guy.”
I moved and slammed my hands down onto the table, “Someone might kill themselves!?”
“C-Castin…is everything okay?” A soft voice entered the room.
My eyes darted away from the boy to a girl who entered the room. She had dark long hair that went down to around her chest, the tips curled at the end and her eyes always reminded him of baby bird eggs. She was athletic but never joined any sports teams…she instead worked as my right hand, she was the right hand of another as well but that was something I always avoided thinking about it.
As I moved to sit down I pitched my nose and let loose a long sigh.
“Eina…sorry I just worried that some of our proposals for Student Council might cause someone to kill themselves.” The man before me was gone, like they always did when I lost focus. I hadn’t even gotten his name so it would be that much harder to find him in the future. If he was hanging around the classroom though it would only be a matter of time till I saw him again. If he was right and that was his honest impression of their emotional state…then he really had no time to lose.
As his eyes slowly returned to the girls position he thought to himself.
If I had to rate her beauty I would give her an eight out of ten…if I had to rate her intelligence probably also an eight out of ten…her athletic were also an eight out of ten. She was the perfect above average girl. She worked very hard to achieve that status or so he hoped…otherwise she was either talented an annoying or just enjoyed the suffering of mortals.
As she walked over I got the sense of her being a servant from a famous noble family. She always wore appropriate clothing with very little make-up. She was considerate and kind to everyone. She was Vice-President only because she lacked the will power to take control of things, often sadly left to cleaning up other people messes. She was the leader out of the two here in terms of position, but she preferred to allow me to manage things. I always figured it was because she was so busy that she just did not want another plate added to her list.
As her lips began to move I found myself following them, “Not that I need to warn you but if you ever have a hunch about suicide you need to report it to the councilor.” She was a mother figure in my life…one of many it seemed but still, I would gladly take that over being ignored. Plus it was especially enjoyable to watch the other boys get upset when they saw us talking so casually.
As I looked at her I saw a small figure waving at me from her shoulder. The last time I interacted with her I got in trouble so I gave a nod but looked away.
“Eina you know as well as I do that I would never not say something…I’m practically hated here for truth telling.” I huffed anyway and started to throw my pencil into the air and catch it clearly bored with all this.
My eyes squinted in irritation. She normally responded to things like that with a simply yes. Never allowing one to see inside her. “Castin…it’s time to go home though for today.” I let out another sigh and started to pack up my things. Hers were already in a bag so she stood there waiting for me. It unnerved me how much she watched me. I had spoken out loud instead of inside and called her a stalker once in class. That had not gone particularly well.
I checked to make sure the chalkboard was clean and the thirty-two desks were all aligned right. So much so I took an extra two minutes just to make sure they measured out right. I made sure to place the yard stick back once I was finished with it.
We walked in silence, her slightly behind me. We were not friends, in fact we only started talking because of this position that was forced on me. As we walked down the stairs and moved into the main entry way we made our way out and towards the ten foot tall brick fence that “Protected” us for the dangers of the city. This was a rich persons school after all, wouldn’t want the riffraff to come in and mess with their perfect little angels.
As the sun set her servant opened the car door for her. A large black car that screamed I am an important daughter.
“Ms. Nilsson if we do not hurry we will be late for your Choir lessons…” He smelled of cigarettes covered with cologne and I twitched my nose and rubbed it. “Very well…Mr. Taylor I expect to see you here first thing in the morning then.” She gave me a very serious looked and I furrowed my brow. I gave her a deep bow moved my arms in the largest dramatic manner I could. “Oh of course indeed Ms. Nilsson I would not dream of making you wait.” She stared daggers into me and then made her way into the car. As the driver stared equal daggers into me I just gave him an expressionless look back.
The car slowly pulled away and I thought I saw her looking back at me…
The buzzing of my phone caused me to jump and as I looked down I saw the school Psychiatrist calling me. I clicked my tongue and answered, “Your servant ready to do your bidding your majesty.”
“Fu…Castin you really need to stop being such a spoiled brat…you didn’t come to our session yesterday and I have a feeling you are going to try and ditch again tomorrow.” I rolled my eyes and started to roll my sleeves so that way my arms could breathe…stupid dress code. “I wouldn’t imagine doing something like that to you Duchess.”
He could hear her exhale slowly and then she continued, “I told your mother…be here tomorrow morning or else...”
The call hung up and I suddenly felt angry. Ever since she had figured out what I could do she constantly bothered me. I was basically a slave. Worse yet…I now had to pick which person to upset tomorrow morning. Yay me…
As I walked my way towards home I began to kick a can along the street. I let out a heavy sigh and stated…
“Whoever said being a Psychic was cool…never actually was one…”