"Horns! Horns!" Alex screams as he points his hand at me and I nod my head. They got the horns but how do I explain the whole thing? I move my hands on my back to show wings.
"Wings! H-huge ones!" Tessa shouts this time. "But something with horns and wings...an unicorn!"
I nod my head sideways. Then I gesture as the wings are broken. "Uh? Chopped wings?" Peter says this time and I nod my head in positive. At least this guy is not completely useless for the record.
"Boo! You guys! We don't have all day." Tristian says in between and I snort at him, while he winks back at me.
What should I show next? They should understand what I mean by chopped wings and horn. "Wait! Chopped wings and horns on head. Who has that?" Alex puts a finger on his lips while his eyes stay upward in thought.
"Um... maybe... Lucifer?" Branson mumbles, straightenin
"Aurora! Aurora! Wait!" His voice comes from behind me, so I pace up my walk to get out of his sight. I don't know how one gets out of sight from an Alpha, especially a royal Bloodline one, but the last thing I want is for him to watch me breakdown because of what he said to me.Yes, his words hurt me! More than I thought they would. And I thought that it wouldn't be that bad. But it feels like someone tore my dress into shreds. Like the day my cousins ruined the dresses I made for them. I was only eight at that time. I had pulled out some fabrics to create something for my cousins for the night of Halloween. I wanted to impress them. So, I put day and night in creating ghost attires. And the next day, when I gifted them…"What is this?" Mia shouted, looking at the pumpkin dress I made for her. "Are you seriously expecting me to wear this?" Her green eyes shot daggers at the short-heighted me as I hid behind my mot
"How can I come clear to you?" Tristian asks and all I let out of my mouth is air. Like shit! What am I going to say? And why is he apologising? Though it's not a bad thing,still the way he says things puts me in a trance."I—umm—" think,think! My attention averts towards Tessa who's laughing at something I guess Peter said. Maybe a joke. I sighed. She really looks happy with him. Maybe that's why she chose him over me. Nobody really stays happy with me for long. I look down at my shoes. "Whatever. You don't have to come clear." I mumble, my hopes drowning in the ocean of sadness. Maybe I should just give up on everything. I don't look at him and walk away in silence."Hey, what's wrong?" He still catches up with me. Argh!"Nothing." I keep walking, looking ahead at the group of students following the professors. They say a lot of things, but it feels like the whole world is on
The buzzing sound of my alarm wakes me up from my dreamless sleep. I wake up and grunt about the destruction of alarms and then remind myself that I was the one to set the alarm in the first place. "Great!" I push away the bedsheet. Tessa's snore reaches my ears as she sleeps like the dead. Nothing can wake her up at this point. And I don't need to.I smile to myself and hop out of the bed. Today is a weekday but the professors thought to give us an off day to catch up with the tour fatigue. And I have so much fatigue that it made me wake up early. Or maybe it's not the fatigue but a charming man who told me that we will be training today. Every freetime is a useful time and shouldn't be wasted. I would have opposed it but it's the only chance I will get to hangout with him. And I don't leave opportunities. Especially when it comes to winning the next bi-weekly contest which is just a week away.I brush my teeth, si
Tristian takes me inside the chapel. The interior looks nothing like the exterior. Quite obvious that I never stepped inside it because the day of the contest, I passed out a few steps away from the Chapel. Though I don't really mind the circumstance right now because if I would have known how it looks,then I can't enjoy this moment where he explains to me about the chapel. "This is one of the oldest monuments of this academy. There was no building when it was first formed and all the classes were taken inside the chapel." He says, his eyes focused on the raised platform where the sculpture of a woman stands with different sculpted hard shapes encircling her. Actually,they pretty much look like the different shapes taken from a circle. There is a half circle,full circle, three-quarter circle. Oh, now I get it. "The phases of the moon." He looks at me and smiles,as if reading my thoughts. The ceiling walls of th
The corridor remains silent as mom enters dad's office and doesn't recognise me standing in front of the doors. That's when I know it's my imagination. Otherwise everything looks and feels so real. As if I was here yesterday.And I remember the day I was actually here. I was twelve years old, running through the house, playing hide and seek with my nanny. I chose dad's office to hide but then I remembered that he strictly told me to not enter his office without his permission. So I hid behind those red curtains on the window beside the double doors."I wanted to tell you something." I hear mom's voice through the door. It's impractically loud, as if someone put a speaker on the wall that conveys all the conversations here."What?" The heavy,dense voice of my dad still shakes me.There is a moment of silence. I'm sure mom's hesitating to say something. Maybe I kno
I swing my legs in a to and fro motion as we sit on the bench in front of Lake. Yes, the same lake where I met him the first time."How do you feel?" Tristian asks, his head now tilted at me."I don't know. My parents were literally going to kill me with their words in the dream." I say as I look at my legs. After I woke up, my entire body was drenched in sweat. I kind of wanted to take a shower to clean out all my thoughts. But I wanted to waste this moment with him.He exhales. "It was just a dream, Aurora. It was your subconscious talking. Your worst fears lashed out on you.""Yeah." I mumble. "But it hurts.""I know. The first day I tried it, I wanted to kill myself." He says and I whirl my head at him."Oh my—was it that bad?""Yeah. At least it was bad for the ten year old me."
I stare at him blankly. "You know? You know what my passion is???" I push on the word 'passion.'"Yup." Tristian says and smiles."Then what are you waiting for? Tell me!" I jump up from the bench."It's not that simple, Barbie doll. If I tell you it won't make any sense to you. You need to figure it out yourself." He holds my shoulder."Ugh!—Seriously? Why does everyone keep telling me that?" I grunt and walk around the bench impatiently.He chuckles at my behavior. "Calm down, Barbie doll. It's not that hard. Passion is something that simply makes you happy and helps you escape your pain through doing something that doesn't harm you. It makes you forget your pain and you just feel it in that moment."I stop and whip my head at him. "Yeah, but how am I supposed to figure that out?"
I peek through the door again and my right fist clenches at the sight in front of me. Tessa and Peter? That also holding hands? What the fuck is happening?? I hear indistinct voices of them chatting with each other. But I can't understand a thing they say. So, I put a finger on the back of my ear and close my eyes to concentrate. All the noise in the background including the chit chat of the other students, some of whom look at me and laugh annoy the hell out of me. I need a good place to hide. So, I slowly walk down the stairs trying my best to not catch Tessa or Peter's eyesight. Though,inside I feel like walking there and smashing their heads together. Especially Peter's. I reach a bush in front of the academy building and sit behind the plants. Hopefully, it's far away from their sight and I can hear well if I concentrate. 'Maybe you shouldn't eavesdrop on their conversation. Give Tessa some privacy.'