She Deserved An Award (But No One Cared)
This one I just finished! And after having the plot bunny visit me last night too! *feels proud* Another short one, I may add more chappies if I don't feel lazy [evil smirk]. Oh, go check out my previous posts too, if you haven't, because I posted yesterday, and tag too or comment please! I'd love to know what you think of my writing! Anywhere I can improve maybe? [^.^]
Anyway, here it is! I have a chapter that I could put in front, but I'm still working on it.
After their lunch break (during which Drusilla picked her sandwich apart and had two bites), they made their way towards lecture theatre 24, or LT24 as it was affectionately called.
However, they saw a large crowd milling around outside the venue, which was odd since the two of them were almost always the earliest to arrive.
“What’s that crowd doing over there? In front of LT24?” Christopher wondered. “I don’t know,” Dru noted, “but most of them are our coursemates anyway, so maybe it’s a notice that’s been posted up.” As they walked ever closer, Dru spotted Benny, a fellow coursemate and friend, who was standing a distance away from the crowd of people in true loner fashion. When he saw them, he frantically gestured to them, which was pretty unusual for him. He was always so calm and collected.
"Guys, I don’t think you should see what’s in front of the LT.” Benny said, looking worried. “Especially you, Dru.” Drusilla blinked. “What’s wrong? What is it that I shouldn’t see?” She demanded. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Christopher making his way through the crowd to see whatever it is that Benny is so adamant she shouldn’t see. When Christopher comes back, she is determined to get some answers out of him, even if she has to resort to drastic measures.
However, Christopher is just as stubborn as Benny when he refuses to talk, like right now. “I agree with Benny. You really shouldn’t see it.”
She growls in frustration. “Is someone lying dead outside the LT?”
“No.”
“Then I’m going to see.”
She darts around the two boys, ignoring Benny’s cry of “Crap!” and Christopher’s not-so-family-friendly curse of “Fuck!” as she pushes through the crowd. All the while, her skin prickles as people turn to stare at her, and the low buzz of whispering seems to grow louder. Not a good sign.
Then she sees what it is that has gotten the boys, her friends, so panicked.
Spraypainted onto the wall in bright red are the words “DRUSILLA IS A BITCH, FREAK AND POSER” that are proudly displayed for all to see. She says nothing, her lips a grim line. Fuck indeed. She takes five seconds to mentally compose herself, working on keeping her emotions locked behind a mask of indifference as Christopher and Benny walk to silently stand behind her.
Then, pasting a dazzling, fake, smile on her lips, she turns to face the two of them, pretending not to notice the 20-strong crowd that is gathered around them. She is certain that some of them will have been planted to bring news of her expected breakdown to those who had planned the act. Well, she most definitely isn’t going to give the crowd what it wants this time.
“Geez, someone has a lot of time to waste,” she deadpans, fighting to keep the tremors out of her voice. “A bitch, freak and poser, huh? At least they got the bitch part right. Follow me to get a teacher?” she asks the boys and Benny gives a comforting nod while Christopher quickly replies, “Of course.”
And as they walk to the staffroom, leaving the now chattering crowd behind them, she in front of them so they do not see her face, absolutely no one notices the lone tear that slips down her cheek. On the outside, she looks like the Ice Queen incarnate, unfeeling, strong despite what has just happened to her. On the inside, she congratulates herself on a job well done. No one could tell that she had been struggling to maintain her cool façade. In fact, she feels that she deserves an award for such flawless acting, having been able to perfect her craft over the semester. But she feels so painfully lonely, isolated by the sheer cruelty of her coursemates’ actions.
Drusilla contemplates killing herself, putting an end to her agony. All she needs is a disposable barbeque set, maybe five to make the process faster. Five lit barbeques, a sealed room, and deep breathing. The carbon dioxide will do the rest. And just so nobody will have reason to be suspicious, she can buy two sets from three different stores, with the convenient excuse of a class chalet. With her acting skills, she is confident that she will be able to pass as a tourist. A grand total of six sets, then, fitting because six happens to be her third favourite number, her first two being 26 and 16 respectively.
Tomorrow. She’ll make her purchases tomorrow. And everything will end the very next day.
Anyway, here it is! I have a chapter that I could put in front, but I'm still working on it.
After their lunch break (during which Drusilla picked her sandwich apart and had two bites), they made their way towards lecture theatre 24, or LT24 as it was affectionately called.
However, they saw a large crowd milling around outside the venue, which was odd since the two of them were almost always the earliest to arrive.
“What’s that crowd doing over there? In front of LT24?” Christopher wondered. “I don’t know,” Dru noted, “but most of them are our coursemates anyway, so maybe it’s a notice that’s been posted up.” As they walked ever closer, Dru spotted Benny, a fellow coursemate and friend, who was standing a distance away from the crowd of people in true loner fashion. When he saw them, he frantically gestured to them, which was pretty unusual for him. He was always so calm and collected.
"Guys, I don’t think you should see what’s in front of the LT.” Benny said, looking worried. “Especially you, Dru.” Drusilla blinked. “What’s wrong? What is it that I shouldn’t see?” She demanded. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Christopher making his way through the crowd to see whatever it is that Benny is so adamant she shouldn’t see. When Christopher comes back, she is determined to get some answers out of him, even if she has to resort to drastic measures.
However, Christopher is just as stubborn as Benny when he refuses to talk, like right now. “I agree with Benny. You really shouldn’t see it.”
She growls in frustration. “Is someone lying dead outside the LT?”
“No.”
“Then I’m going to see.”
She darts around the two boys, ignoring Benny’s cry of “Crap!” and Christopher’s not-so-family-friendly curse of “Fuck!” as she pushes through the crowd. All the while, her skin prickles as people turn to stare at her, and the low buzz of whispering seems to grow louder. Not a good sign.
Then she sees what it is that has gotten the boys, her friends, so panicked.
Spraypainted onto the wall in bright red are the words “DRUSILLA IS A BITCH, FREAK AND POSER” that are proudly displayed for all to see. She says nothing, her lips a grim line. Fuck indeed. She takes five seconds to mentally compose herself, working on keeping her emotions locked behind a mask of indifference as Christopher and Benny walk to silently stand behind her.
Then, pasting a dazzling, fake, smile on her lips, she turns to face the two of them, pretending not to notice the 20-strong crowd that is gathered around them. She is certain that some of them will have been planted to bring news of her expected breakdown to those who had planned the act. Well, she most definitely isn’t going to give the crowd what it wants this time.
“Geez, someone has a lot of time to waste,” she deadpans, fighting to keep the tremors out of her voice. “A bitch, freak and poser, huh? At least they got the bitch part right. Follow me to get a teacher?” she asks the boys and Benny gives a comforting nod while Christopher quickly replies, “Of course.”
And as they walk to the staffroom, leaving the now chattering crowd behind them, she in front of them so they do not see her face, absolutely no one notices the lone tear that slips down her cheek. On the outside, she looks like the Ice Queen incarnate, unfeeling, strong despite what has just happened to her. On the inside, she congratulates herself on a job well done. No one could tell that she had been struggling to maintain her cool façade. In fact, she feels that she deserves an award for such flawless acting, having been able to perfect her craft over the semester. But she feels so painfully lonely, isolated by the sheer cruelty of her coursemates’ actions.
Drusilla contemplates killing herself, putting an end to her agony. All she needs is a disposable barbeque set, maybe five to make the process faster. Five lit barbeques, a sealed room, and deep breathing. The carbon dioxide will do the rest. And just so nobody will have reason to be suspicious, she can buy two sets from three different stores, with the convenient excuse of a class chalet. With her acting skills, she is confident that she will be able to pass as a tourist. A grand total of six sets, then, fitting because six happens to be her third favourite number, her first two being 26 and 16 respectively.
Tomorrow. She’ll make her purchases tomorrow. And everything will end the very next day.
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