Solar Midnight // [ Sullivan ]

[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

And every demon wants his pound of flesh, but I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues strong

It's the grey that weighs Helle down as she moves from class to class. The environment is comforting most days, but not this one. Not when she needs something more - something grown from the earth - to help her control the spinning in her mind. Every now and again it snatches the present from her, tilting her into the other place, where ghosts are living and devils are the voice of reason. Some days she hardly notices the blurred edges of her vision, but then there are days like today when it's just one long slog between nightmares.

She grips a cup of coffee as she fights her way through the last class of the day, barely able to stay in the present. Other students put their heads down to sleep, snark at the teacher, pass notes. But not Helle. She is on the verge, and her twin is in another room, connected but distant. She needs something in the now to ground her.

As usual her classmates underwhelm. Except for him. Helle glances at him surreptitiously, and then with more confidence, more determination. Really anything at this point would be a welcomed distraction, especially since she already understand the algebra up on the board. Has, for years, actually. There's just a few minutes left on the clock and no one is really paying attention. So she leans to the right, closer to his desk, her limp blonde hair whispering over her pale bare shoulder. There's hardly any color to Helle at all, except for the in the black and electric blue she wears. And her eyes. But they are so heavily kohl-lined, it's hard to tell if they have any color of their own.

She smirks, fingers at her lips and then through her hair. "Feels like this class should've ended ages ago," Helle mumbles, glancing at him and then to the teacher. But he is involved in a debate about the homework assignment for the evening with one of the class jocks. Helle rolls her eyes, moves her fingers back to the edge of her mouth. The nails are bitten, in desperate need of polish. But who can afford such a luxury in Thirteen? "Got any plans for after school?" She asks, not looking at him, not willing to watch the rejection.

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Walking slowly down the halls, it was very arduous. A billion eyes drifting as I pass by them, looking erratic at me. Whispering things like, What is he wearing?; He is so weird.; He is such a loner. It made the hall way look like a never ending tunnel. Every move I make they see a small blunder they would judge me by that. But some of it is partly my fault since I don't talk to much, but I know they'd find me more bizarre since we would have nothing in common. All they knew about me is that I am my parents's little doll. They know that my parents are high ranking officials, and that they always authorize me to do this or that and that they also instruct me about what not to do. It was difficult to be my parents's son since they would also expect high things from you. So does the people who follow them. That's why I always try and do good in all of my classes, keeping a clean reputation by following every rule District thirteen has.

It is very dispiriting since some of the kids my age don't even follow the schedule they are given. I always wonder how that would feel like, would it make you feel free or would it make you feel scared. But even if it would terrify you think about the adrenaline that rushes through your veins; How hyper you would look like; How a smug grin would spread across your face when you see those low lives in class, while you are having fun. I wanted to encounter all those emotions, even for just a day. But sadly that would never happen in my bitter life. I would forever be a puppet of my parents. But there is one thing they couldn't stop and that is my singing and dancing. Those are the only things that would remind me that I was my own person.

Finally I saw the door way towards my class. Finally the end to the huge tunnel. It was algebra time, the only class I have a hard time on. Sometimes it's hard to understand all the letters you should solve to get the number it represents. So it would only be the class where I would listen attentively to the teacher. Strutting calmly in some eyes glance my way but quickly turned away as if I was nothing but trash, which was the way I liked it. I made my way to my seat as my teacher entered. He was carrying a bunch of papers and some odd shaped ruler. Stumbling towards the chair he started to talk about our assignment, so did the jock behind me we were arguing weather his answer was right or wrong. But then I heard a mumble from my right, it was Hellemine. "Feels like this class should've ended ages ago,". No if it did end I would already flunk this subject and my parents would lock me up in a cell for failing this really easy subject, or at least that's what they always say. They really don't know what life is like to be their son, people would always look up or down at you depending on your actions.

I was still debating with the guy when she said "Got any plans for after school?". Quickly I told the guy "Sure okay it's right if you say so", turning towards her direction I saw that she was not looking straight at me. Was she talking to me or what, she's not even looking at me, carefully I lean to her in case any snoops would be listening. "Umm... were you talking to me?" I asked her shyly unsure if she meant me or the guy in front of her. But why would she ask me I was the official's son, I would not only be endangering her to my parents wrath but I would also be staining my clean reputation. Some say she was being possessed by some bad entity, which they say is bad luck for people who go near her. "Mr.Yale, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?

[/b]" said my teacher from in front of the class with one eyebrow up, glaring at me. Briskly I return my attention to him as my cheeks flashed red. All eyes were on me and I look to her and she was still gazing in front like nothing happened. I guess my bad luck starts now.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/color]