Water
🦇
The hated girl walked as calmly and as surely as she could, as if the eyes of her peers weren't casting holes in her uniform as she reached for the subject she would have to work on.
The teacher, encouraged the girl without any compassion. Even though the young girls grades were correct and she always behaved, Mrs Shealand couldn't help but despise her. So even when she attempted to look nicely at her, it always came out wrong.
“Water.”
Most of the class sighed in relief, they weren't suck with her. However there were some worried faces, a few students still hadn't picked a card and the quantity was reaching its end.
“Right,” said Mrs Shealand without any interest. “Next student.”
The hated girl walked back to her seat and gracefully placed herself down. She didn't seem the least concerned by the situation, she was already thinking about what she would have to do this night.
This girl, is Ivy. Ivy Grace Sparrow is a very particular girl, she is an orphan and has never received any love, and this isn't an over exaggeration.
What she did was terrible, she knows it. Everyone in Devilson Maine knows it.
And no one will let her forget what she did.
🦌
Wren Throne was sitting alone next to the window. He usually always had someone next to him but for this particular class he decided to sit alone. He didn't want any distractions, most of the time a charming female would spend hours chatting with him. Usually it was Josefine, his best friend forever, or in his father's mind Wren's future wife.
As a matter of fact, his father was going crazy about his golden boy’s future. Indeed, as sad as it may be Wren was the favorite of the twins. His twin brother Winn, has a small defect considered as a flaw : unlike his brother, one of his dark green eyes is a deep blue. It may be beautiful however his father thinks otherwise. And so does Devilson Maine.
It’s considered a defect created by the Supremes and Reigns. After all, they control everyone and everything. They are the cats and the people of Delvilson Maine are the mice, trapped and helpless.
Winn is a true charmer and probably more attractive than Wren. He had much success girl-wise but over the last few months seems to have settled with Ashlyn, a fancy brunette with a bitchy attitude.
That contributes to his father’s despise towards Winn, he wishes his sons have nice, perfect housewives willing to add a few extra pounds to give him grandchildren.
And so far Winn hasn't behaved has he wished. He often comes home late, ignores his parents and cheats on tests.
“Winn, dear,” suddenly said Mrs. Shealand, giving him a bright smile. “Will you come pick your project?”
It was as if she were asking permission even though she was the teacher. The way Wren is treated is truly shocking: another 15 year old boy who’s just learning everything about life, is living like one of the Supremes or Reigns.
“But of course.” He said as he nonchalantly walked towards the small brown hat in which the remaining pieces of paper all seemed to scream: “Pick me!”, “No me!”.
So eventually after much hesitation he grabbed one, one on the side. Untouched. Or so he thought.
🦇
“Water.”
He said it without realizing what it meant. He should've instantly thrown it back and pretend to grab another, for God’s sake he could've even gotten away with it!
And as the horror rose to Mrs Shealand’s face, he bent it back in a nice rectangle and backed away carelessly.
Ivy heard Violet say some reassuring words to Julia, who’d had the bad luck to pick Ivy's name earlier. She didn't hide her disgrace and disappoint but now it seemed she may finally have a shoot at seducing Wren.
Considering Ivy spent her life alone, she enjoyed listening to the dumb yet entertaining gossip.
Even though she was despised, people somehow seemed to forget about her if she stayed quiet long enough. She didn't have someone to talk to anyways...
Ivy wasn't quite thrilled about him being with her: she would be a new center of attention.
No one standing next to Wren went unnoticed. Everyone respected him and praised him, for no particular reason. It was a though he was a sort of progedy, the progedy of Devilson Maine.
She was the opposite. And there's a tragic reality behind that.
The hated girl walked as calmly and as surely as she could, as if the eyes of her peers weren't casting holes in her uniform as she reached for the subject she would have to work on.
The teacher, encouraged the girl without any compassion. Even though the young girls grades were correct and she always behaved, Mrs Shealand couldn't help but despise her. So even when she attempted to look nicely at her, it always came out wrong.
“Water.”
Most of the class sighed in relief, they weren't suck with her. However there were some worried faces, a few students still hadn't picked a card and the quantity was reaching its end.
“Right,” said Mrs Shealand without any interest. “Next student.”
The hated girl walked back to her seat and gracefully placed herself down. She didn't seem the least concerned by the situation, she was already thinking about what she would have to do this night.
This girl, is Ivy. Ivy Grace Sparrow is a very particular girl, she is an orphan and has never received any love, and this isn't an over exaggeration.
What she did was terrible, she knows it. Everyone in Devilson Maine knows it.
And no one will let her forget what she did.
🦌
Wren Throne was sitting alone next to the window. He usually always had someone next to him but for this particular class he decided to sit alone. He didn't want any distractions, most of the time a charming female would spend hours chatting with him. Usually it was Josefine, his best friend forever, or in his father's mind Wren's future wife.
As a matter of fact, his father was going crazy about his golden boy’s future. Indeed, as sad as it may be Wren was the favorite of the twins. His twin brother Winn, has a small defect considered as a flaw : unlike his brother, one of his dark green eyes is a deep blue. It may be beautiful however his father thinks otherwise. And so does Devilson Maine.
It’s considered a defect created by the Supremes and Reigns. After all, they control everyone and everything. They are the cats and the people of Delvilson Maine are the mice, trapped and helpless.
Winn is a true charmer and probably more attractive than Wren. He had much success girl-wise but over the last few months seems to have settled with Ashlyn, a fancy brunette with a bitchy attitude.
That contributes to his father’s despise towards Winn, he wishes his sons have nice, perfect housewives willing to add a few extra pounds to give him grandchildren.
And so far Winn hasn't behaved has he wished. He often comes home late, ignores his parents and cheats on tests.
“Winn, dear,” suddenly said Mrs. Shealand, giving him a bright smile. “Will you come pick your project?”
It was as if she were asking permission even though she was the teacher. The way Wren is treated is truly shocking: another 15 year old boy who’s just learning everything about life, is living like one of the Supremes or Reigns.
“But of course.” He said as he nonchalantly walked towards the small brown hat in which the remaining pieces of paper all seemed to scream: “Pick me!”, “No me!”.
So eventually after much hesitation he grabbed one, one on the side. Untouched. Or so he thought.
🦇
“Water.”
He said it without realizing what it meant. He should've instantly thrown it back and pretend to grab another, for God’s sake he could've even gotten away with it!
And as the horror rose to Mrs Shealand’s face, he bent it back in a nice rectangle and backed away carelessly.
Ivy heard Violet say some reassuring words to Julia, who’d had the bad luck to pick Ivy's name earlier. She didn't hide her disgrace and disappoint but now it seemed she may finally have a shoot at seducing Wren.
Considering Ivy spent her life alone, she enjoyed listening to the dumb yet entertaining gossip.
Even though she was despised, people somehow seemed to forget about her if she stayed quiet long enough. She didn't have someone to talk to anyways...
Ivy wasn't quite thrilled about him being with her: she would be a new center of attention.
No one standing next to Wren went unnoticed. Everyone respected him and praised him, for no particular reason. It was a though he was a sort of progedy, the progedy of Devilson Maine.
She was the opposite. And there's a tragic reality behind that.
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