Elise looked
over at Keith for the fifth time that hour. Being in a people-jammed classroom
wasn't exactly her favorite activity, but if that was what it took to get a
look of him, it was definitely worth it. The always sullen teacher, Mr. Magnus,
was telling about the sectors:
"And as
many of you may have discussed in earlier subjects, our sector was called
"The United States Of America" before the invasion, or "The
End" as it is formally called."
Not that
Elise didn't think this subject was interesting, she actually used to suck up
every word Mr. Magnus ever said, but today the light of the dawn outside really
hit Keith's face in a way that just couldn't be overlooked. How it would be to
touch that pale cheek of his. And those eyes. Elise had always loved his eyes
the most, though his lean body wasn't all bad either. But midnight skies in
from of eyes were not something you saw every day. At least not in sector five.
"Ms.
Fontain? Am I interrupting something?" grumbled Mr. Magnus, suddenly,
jolting Elise out of her thoughts. The whole class turned to look at her.
Unfortunately, so did Keith. And it was not until now that she was aware that
she had been gawking at him for minutes. Embarrassed, she looked down at the
table, trying to calm herself down... All those eyes. On her. Keith was looking
at her. Oh no. How stupid mustn't he have thought she looked in that very
moment? "No, Sir. Not at all. Sorry." She stuttered and thereafter
just wanted to die. Why was she such a wuss? Sure, she hadn't been attending
school for over a year because of her work with Ethan�"and partly because she
had been on the verge of melancholy; and sure, nobody had ever been quite fond
of her, but this shouldn't bother her that much. No. She should just ignore all
those stares and say something smart. But of course she couldn't get herself to
do it. No. Nothing was ever easy when you were her. At least not after her
mother vanished, and especially not after she had started her job as a Hulave
for the town's most loathed Halfling, Thomas.
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