Game of Sitting on Thrones of Lies (Gaby)

[uwu]

Today was the start of something amazing: winter break. It's not my favorite break, but any break from school is amazing. However, every week before the break gradually slows time until the last day before. I swear time can sense anticipation. It probably does that to annoy humans. The entire day felt dragged out, much more dragged out than usual I just wanted to leave. There were a couple of times where I was tempted to ditch school, but I knew that once I released, it would feel so much better. I also didn't want to get in trouble with authority, or my dad. I knew without a good reason, I'd get my butt whooped, and I'm barely certain wanting break to end sooner didn't make that list.

Come on... only one more minute to go. Hurry up, you slow piece of... The bell suddenly goes off. "Yes!" I grab my bag and sprint off, enjoying the begging of no school for a little bit. Wait, don't I still have to work? Dammit. The thought dampens my mood as I slow down my pace. I shouldn't have signed up for more shifts over the break. I should have just let myself enjoy it. I barely get to sleep in anymore. Maybe the boss'll be lenient since he knows I'm on break. No. When has he ever been lenient? He'll say something about it being break and how I should have more time to work. I wish I didn't have to. I wish my dad didn't do what he did. Stupid freaking emotions. Why couldn't he control them? At least he's better?

My moping continues all the way to home. I head to my room, throw my book bag onto the floor, and fall onto my bed. I stuff my head into my pillow and scream. Why is this causing me more misery than usual? I shouldn't be upset about it. I even willingly signed up for shifts over the break. I WANTED TO. Stop blaming dad for your mistakes. If it even is a mistake. I do get money out of it. That's always something. Speaking of money, I think I have enough money to go shopping. What did i need to get? I'll figure it out when I get to the market.

The thought of buying something for myself lightens my mood slightly, but I'm still slightly annoyed at myself. Just suck it up. You get payed. be happy about it. I mentally make a list of all the items that I needed and wanted. With hardly any luck, a sensation of stress fills me up. What's there to be stressed out about? This is supposed to get my mind off of stress. I need to sit down. I steer myself to the nearest bench. I briskly sit down and focus on calming myself down. Goddammit, what's wrong with me today? What happened? So what if I have to work over break? It's life. But I'm only 14. Shut up. I have to work. Dad can't afford to spend more than he has to, and I won't let Anna pay for me. She should save money for herself. Working isn't new, anyways. What difference does it make if I have to work? I'm sure I won't work every day. Just calm yourself before you wreck yourself. I remain sitting for a little while longer before looking up and seeing a familiar face. Shit, it's her. I stand up and hurriedly move in a different direction. Don't want to be seen by her. DOn't need any trouble right now.

[Sleepy Fluttershy]

This was the last day of school and obviously, I didn't go. What's the point in going to school when I have my books and my brother who never goes anywhere? Okay, I think I've mentioned many times before that I don't go to school. A week before the break I had graced the damn place with my presence to write a few tests, get an excellent result and an average E in all subjects for not coming there for three months. After that, I left with a sense of relief and with a firm decision to never set my foot in there again until the end of the next term.

This day was as wonderful as any other day spent with my brother. It was cold outside, so I didn't even go far from the house. I just waited at the back door for my mom and Aileen to leave the house. After they left, I went inside again and spent five hours with Luke, laughed a lot and enjoyed my life. But I wouldn't be myself if there were no "buts" to deal with. When we were cooking dinner, we suddenly found out that there were no potatoes to put in the soup. You may think it's no big deal, but our soup usually consists of boiled water and potatoes. No potatoes - no soup. Someone had to go out and buy them. And obviously it had to be me, because Lucas can't go out.

Everything was going great at first. We even found the money we needed to buy the potatoes, I took a bag and ran into the street. The day wasn't that bad, I got to the marketplace quickly and bought what I needed. And then, naturally, something happened. I saw my teacher moving in my direction. Five more seconds - and she would notice me. I could already picture her talking to my mother that evening, explaining that I didn't come to school again and spent my time who knows where else.

I rushed to the other side of the street and... BUMP! The only thing I can recall was flying down. In a second I found myself lying on the ground...

"DAMN!"

Actually, I think I am lying on the person whom I knocked down in a hurry. I should probably apologize.

"Sorry."

I roll to the side, sit up and grab a potato that rolled out of my bag. Now I can see the person more clearly. His hair looks familiar... No! This can't be true!

"Not you again!"

I turn around and see that my teacher is really close to the place where I am sitting. DAMMIT! Wherever I go now, she'll see me. The street is too narrow for her not to notice me. I have to hide. NOW! I crawl to the bench nearby and conceal myself behind it. Hopefully, she won't see anything. DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!

[uwu]

My attempt to move away doesn't go as well as I thought it would go. She accidentally runs into me as I maneuver away from her line of site. "DAMN!" Shit, I really got to go. "Sorry." Wait. Maybe she hasn't seen me yet. I really got to go. I try to move away faster, but the slim street doesn't allow for much movement. "Not you again!" And she finally saw me. Dammit. What's she going to do? She can't really report me. Can she? What if she can? I really need to confront her about it. Shit.

I turn her around to face her. "Yes, it's me. We do live in the same... what are you doing?" She rolls behind the bench I was just sitting at. What the hell? Wait, there could be Peacekeepers nearby. Fear quickly rises up inside me as I look around at my surroundings. Please don't catch me. I'm too young to go to jail. I do a few more seconds of panic searching until I notice that the coast is clear. Phew. No Peacekeepers here. Why is she hiding, though? She can't get in trouble with anyone. Unless she ain't supposed to be here. A grin could spreads across my face. Should I mess with her? It's a perfect opportunity to do so. But she saved me. She could also turn me in whenever. If she's actually able to convince the Peacekeepers what happened.

I squat down to talk to her. "What's happening? Never mind. Ignore that question; I don't care. I'm gonna sit on the bench again to try to hide you. Whoever you're hiding from probably won't see you if I'm in the way." I look like an idiot right now, don't I? Oh well. It'll be fun messing with her. She has no idea why I would help her. I don't even know. But it'll definitely mess with her. I get back on the bench and sit in front of her. I swing my leg behind me, feeling the body behind me. I didn't swing it hard enough to hurt, but to send of the message. What the message is, I don't know. I guess to annoy her, but oh well. She'll have to deal with it. Ha, sucker. This definitely is helping me relive the stress from earlier. I really hope I didn't hurt her.

[Sleepy Fluttershy]

He follows me behind the bench. Naturally. Because it looks like he's never going to learn to stay out of other people's business. The only thing I care about, though, is not to be noticed by my teacher. She's stopped on the other side of the street to talk to someone. DAMN! Can't she just go?

"What's happening? Never mind. Ignore that question; I don't care. I'm gonna sit on the bench again to try to hide you. Whoever you're hiding from probably won't see you if I'm in the way." What? Did I just hear him saying that? Somehow I don't believe he would just help me without asking for something in return. However, I've got no choice but to sit here.

He's sitting on the bench now, hiding me from everyone in the street. I'm pretty sure my teacher can't see me. But of course he can't even live a few seconds without being a jerk...

"DAMMIT!"

He's swinging his legs and one of them kicks me in the stomach. It doesn't hurt, but I have to make him stop it.

"IF YOU DO THAT AGAIN, YOU'LL REGRET IT!"

I say that in a hushed whisper, but it still sounds intimidating.

Suddenly I feel how tired I am of sitting here. I am wearing my father's old boots and they are so inconvenient and heavy that I really feel like taking them off. I lean on the bench and look at my teacher again. She is still talking. Why does she have to discuss something for such a long time? I hate sitting here. I pull my red cap down to cover my eyes. And I actually think I'm falling asleep. Well, is it that bad? Maybe time will go faster while I'm sleeping.

[uwu]

The sound of her yelling dammit brings pleasure to my ears. Ha. Take that. Eh. I guess I should be more considerate. She did save me from the forrest. Whatever. It's fun. "IF YOU DO THAT AGAIN, YOU'LL REGRET IT!" I laugh, which in turn, gave me a couple of confused stares from passerby's. "If you don't shut up, you'll regret it. I thought you didn't want to be caught." Gosh, does she have no common sense our what? Now who is she hiding from?

I look around the street. I don't notice any peacekeepers. So she hasn't done anything illegal. I think. If she has, she hasn't gotten caught yet. But I don't think that's why she's hiding? Is that a teacher over there. I squint my eyes towards a lady talking to someone else. Shit I think that is. Luckily she ain't mine. She must have her as a teacher. But why would she be hiding from her? What did she do wrong? Did she do something in class? Should I get the teacher? Shit, the teacher's looking at me.

I quickly turn away my eyes and look around the shops, hoping the lady doesn't come over to talk to me. Why should I be worried about that? I don't go over to people who randomly make eye contact with me. Unless I don't like them. But I've never met that lady before. She's probably seen me before, though. It doesn't matter. She won't come over. It's a stupid idea. I shouldn't even be freaking out. And here comes back my stress. Dammit. I start swinging my legs again. Maybe I won't get caught. But I didn't do anything. Not recently. I feel my feet hit the whats-her-face, the one under the bench. "Sorry." I forgot her name, didn't I? Whoops. Oh well. Just as long as no one comes over to talk to me. I'll be fine.

[Sleepy Fluttershy]

He laughs and the sound brings me back to reality. Damn. I almost fell asleep. Why does he always ruin all the fun in my life? Well, maybe he doesn't. Snapping at him is fun.



“If you don't shut up, you'll regret it. I thought you didn't want to be caught”.



Well, now he did ruin everything. I can't even yell at him. That's a pity. And DAMN, he is right and I should keep quiet, but WHY IS HE TELLING ME TO SHUT UP? I can't stand anybody telling me to shut up. Only my brother has the privilege of doing that and he never says it in such an annoying tone. What a jerk!



Sitting under the bench is not fun, too. Cold and wet. The snow is starting to melt under my body and my pants are becoming rather wet. But I can't change my position because if I do, my teacher will see me.



DAMMIT!



The teacher turns her head in our direction. I hope she didn't hear me or see my father's shoe sticking out from behind the bench. And DAMN, he is swinging his legs AGAIN! I try to avoid them, but eventually one of them lands on my face.



“Sorry”.



“WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!” - I hiss angrily, trying to be as quiet as I can. No, I can't stand this anymore. I have to get out of here. But how? Then a brilliant idea crosses my mind. I wait until my teacher turns her head away again, rise from behind the bench (Accidentally kicking my acquaintance's blonde head by my elbow) and dash forward, rushing into a small street nearby without giving anyone an opportunity to spot me. All right, mission complete. I can go home now. And only then I realise that I forgot to say I'm sorry for kicking him and dropped my favorite cap near the bench. What will I do now?



DAMN. I can't go back there, but I can't leave either.