Chapter 1: 1. Tell Me, Erika

I wish time would move faster; the clicking of my pen was the only support I found in the room of silence that drifted in and out, with a few turn of pages and the teacher's steps mixed in for dwindling comfort. My head was empty, at the same time, racing, like I needed to do something I forgot to. I looked down at the test paper that I'd completed 7 minutes ago, with 23 to spare. It was the worst day and time to forget my current book I was reading, and I was in a very foul mood.

However, this was a quite an uneventful day that had been going on. Such thoughts were getting more and more normal for me, and I had no way of countering it. Boredom, as it is, was one of the worst ways of living. I couldn't whip out and use my phone like a few of my classmates were doing, because I knew the teacher was watching, and very slightly, lowering each mark for the number of times he'd catch them. It was tradition, we could not tell the students off because this school was for the elite.

Yes, the elite. Social influencers of the 'real world,' people with power, money and position. I was, also, of such upbringing. The fees here would cost thrice the amount of an average person's monthly salary - much too expensive even for most of us. But we'd still attend here, why? Of course, being lucrative had it's many benefits.

I scanned the room, acting like I was almost confused where I was, and tried to imagine a story with each of my classmates actions. There was Erika, a girl with a face of a Russian doll but with rusty brown hair, she looked down in frustration with her perfect, naturally, eyebrows crinkled, almost in pain. I knew that feeling all-too-well, as calculus truly deserved the infamous reputation it got, I thought as I turned away before she used her spidey senses to realize someone was staring at her.

I closed my eyes too long for a blink, shooing the purple blur I saw from staring at the light much too long. There was nobody else I really cared about in this class, other than her, because I'd never talked to anyone else, nor did I know much about them (other than their name). People here paid much more attention to their looks and hair than their grades, because grades could be bought for much cheaper than good looks that seemed natural here.

My father was a secretary for a banking company, at least that's what he told me. The company paid for his 3-year-visit to Denmark. Like school fees, work expenses, and a couple extra bonuses that really made me question whether my dream job compared anything to that. I wanted to be a cardiologist, although I wondered if I could stand the sight of blood, with my pale hands and face with stringy, weak limbs. I still vividly remembered my basketball game in P.E. as I got hit in the leg with the ball and had to go to the hospital, ("It was just a friggin' ball!") and I gripped my twirling pen much tighter, hoping this day would end sooner than I thought it would.

But not long after, the teacher spoke up after clearing his throat, "May I have your attention, please. The test is over, and I would like them deposited on the table in front of my desk."

I saw multiple people raise themselves up and drop the paper on the table, some aggressively, others cradling it like it would burst into flames. I waited something-30 seconds bef0re getting up myself and leaving the paper to be graded, and I looked around for who dropped their papers off first to note it down, assuming they did better than the ones still seated and scribbling away, manic.

"Raine, how did you do on your test?" I looked over to another girl, nicely combed, short blonde hair and darker, gray eyes that would stir curiosity in anyone who would see them. "Oh, and I'm Emylda, nice to meet you, new too," I didn't, no - I definitely didn't want to seem judgey, but she had way too nice of a clothing sense and had a handbag instead of a pencil case, being plaid. Was she the social type? I dodged eye contact and replied with the not-too-dead, average tone of mine.

"Good, ...good. I did try to do my best, but questions after the first page were killing me," I furrowed my brows in dissatisfaction, "I'm not even joking. Raine, by the way," I added to help the conversation flow. I was worried how much time I had left and whether I'd be late, which would be considered rude, but I dare to disagree.

"Oh my God, right? I asked Eri but she seemed to be shell shocked, although I know this is one of our most important assessments for the beginning of the year," she added, almost as if thinking what type of person I was and how she would respond for me. "Oh, and Eri sent me here to ask you something. Which is also why I'm here right now." Her eyes narrowed dimly, and she kept shuffling to provide space in the crampedly desked classroom. I tried to look for Erika for clues, but she was nowhere to be found in the herd of people.

"Yeah?" I continued packing up my bags and shoved my floral pencil case in the front pocket. I was very confused. Nowhere, has Erika sent someone to talk about something for her - she was very confrontational. "What could possibly happen for her to send you?"

"It... It's about her cousin," she clasped her hands, seemingly confused as well. I was really frustrated by now, and befuddled why anything to do with her cousin concerned with me. Just as I was expecting her to elaborate, the bell overwhelmed her voice. "How... later, text her, okay...?" People shoved us from all directions like missiles with no aim.

The classroom bolted out like a tsunami suppressed, and at last, let out it's rage. The talks of the people slowed my train of thought, and I was going to wait a few more seconds until the main crowd passed on. The classroom seemed to be shrinking a size smaller as people trickled out, still chattering on and on. Thinking about her words, I left the classroom and went to my next, final class after Math - Science, one which I always did well on and it was only next door.

The hallways, packed with students of all forms, stirred me no more than a blank sheet of paper. I took a quick glance at my watch, pulled up my bag, and continued being the wall flower I was born to be. Perhaps I'd be able to do my homework with Rini.. I certainly had more work than usual to do today.

Although, I did not have a lot to go off of. I would text Erika later, though, still wondering what that was all about.

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