Post by Truthy on Mar 27, 2014 1:04:08 GMT
School drones on, we are close to the end of class but not as close as I would prefer. I cast my glance to the window; it is difficult to see out of due to the heavy falling or rain, smashing against the glass with a noise for every droplet. It is as if it is trying to flood the earth. Anyone out there, yes I am thinking of a particular person, would be soaked to the bare bones in less than a minute. I should mention that I am not known for exaggeration either.
My dearest friend, Rena, is outside waiting for me, like always. I cannot see her but I do not have to. She loves for me to tell her what I learned in school, I am pretty sure it is the highlight of her day. I am lucky, or so I am told, that I have a family willing to sponsor an orphan like myself to attend school. Rena does not have that luxury. She still lives on the streets, and survives off the clothes and food I bring her. I would of course let her sleep in my shelter but my sponsors will not allow it. Rena never does tell me where she sleeps, she only tells me not to worry about it and that she will be alright.
I was never too sure why nobody in this town would sponsor her. My own sponsors told me that it is because she randomly showed up and nobody knows where she is from or who her parents are, most likely they are dead. So I re-teach all of my lessons to her. Since she cannot go to school I am more than happy to share my knowledge.
Education is quite expensive due to the lack of resources. These days our town is so poor we can hardly afford to feed ourselves sometimes. We live in one of the two remaining human towns; this town is for all of the non-warriors, the “weak ones” as they call us. Most resources such as food and clothing are given to the warrior town, with the logic that they are fighting for our race and protecting us so that we may have semi-peaceful lives. For such reasons, orphans like me and Rena need sponsors to pay for us to go to school and also, of course, for our other needs such as clothing and food. Before I stumbled upon Rena, and was able to support her, she had Linda.
Linda is the café owner. She used to give Rena leftover scraps for food and old clothes to wear. As a show of gratitude to her I make a statement of taking Rena to the café for hot cocoa as often as I can. I started doing some work on the weekends, which allows me to do this.
What I find most stunning about my friend, is that even though she is treated as an unwanted vexation, and in the dumpy situation she is in, Rena is possibly the kindest and most enthusiastic person I know.
The school bell rings loud and clear to signal the end of the day and pull me from my thoughts back into the current moment. I gather my books, place them in my locker and head out the door. Surely enough she is here waiting for me. “Rena!” I shout at her “It is pouring rain! You are going to get sick out here.” I sigh. “You do not have to wait for me on days like this.”
“Leah, I’ve waited for you in worse weather.” Rena responds, giving a calm yet enthused smile. She has in the past waited for me in the worst weather one can imagine. I of course do not want her to do so as she can easily get sick and the medical care here is horrible since all of the good doctors are in the warrior village.
“Ok.” I sigh. There is no arguing with someone as blissfully stubborn as Rena is. “Let’s go to the café. We can get some hot cocoa there, and I will tell you about what I learned.” Rena responds with an extremely happy grin and a nod, her hair soaked and clinging to her face. I can feel my hair beginning to do the same thing. No doubt we will look equally wet by the time we make it to the café.
I am quit during the walk, Rena, on the other hand, talks enough to have a conversation with herself. She talks about anything and everything from how much she loves the boots I snuck to her last week to the rain being pretty as it falls from a darkening sky. Rena goes quieter after a while, in her silence urging me to speak. She is waiting me to burst with the education I have retained from the day. We make it to the café. Rena is so impatient looking her cheeks are crunched together with the red pigment standing out, even against her tan-brown skin tone. I smile at her priceless expression, it is impossible not to. “I will go get the hot cocoa, could you find a table outside?”
“Ok, hurry up.” Rena mutters with a tone that matches the look on her face. I walk inside the café and glance around at all the nice, dry, tables. I don’t have much money but I manage to scrape up enough for small things such as this from my job at the clothing store.
“The usual?” Linda asks and brushes her curly coral coloured hair out of her eye with a quick swipe of her hand. I step further, my final stride to the till. Linda tries to be the one to serve me every time I come in here, most often she is. She smiles, knowing she is right.
“Yes, please.” I reply, confirming her guess and making her smile spread a little wider. Linda owns the café and grows the cocoa beans she uses in her own yard. I am not really sure how she makes the beans into my and Rena’s common beverage, I simply never bothered to ask…maybe I should sometime.
“Here you go.” Linda places the drinks on a tray and slides it closer to me. “That’ll be twenty five dollars.” I nod and mumble thanks while handing her the money. The price of everything keeps going up, at a quicker rate lately too. I was once told there was a time, long, long ago, when things were better for us humans, before the apocalypse in 3000. I was told what happened at that event in class today, therefore, it is what I shall tell Rena about.
I grab the tray with the hot cocoa on it and walk outside, leaning over to shield the drinks from the rain. Rena picked out a good table today…I think. “Is that table the least soaked?” I said least soaked instead of most dry because with this weather I am pretty sure all of them are coated in rainwater. It would be a pleasure to sit inside on a day like this, however that is an extra cost, and extra cost that sadly I rarely am able to pay.
“It’s the best one I could find.” Rena replies, still with the aura of impatience surrounding her. The day that this girl is even slightly patient I will be rich. “Now tell me what you learned in school!” Rena exclaims, I sigh and shake my head a little.
“Patience is a virtue, remember that?” I smile. Lately, to help Rena with her patience issues, I have been intentionally procrastinating on telling her what I learned in class. I usually wait about an hour. If I wait any longer I am sure that Rena will explode. So for the next hour we sit and drink hot cocoa in the rain. Here and there I try to bring up some meaningless topic, but there is only one thing on Rena’s mind. For the larger part of the time frame we drink our warm beverages in silence. The hour passes slowly.
“Ok! It’s been an hour! What did you learn in school? Tell me already!” Rena’s voice is raised.
“Isn’t the hot cocoa here great?” I ask through lips stretched into a smirk.
“Yes! Ok! It’s great!” Rena’s face turns redder than normal. “Tell me about school!”
I giggle in response to her elevated anxiety forged from an unsatisfied curiosity. “Alright. It is such a shame you don’t have a sponsor, you would really enjoy school so much.”
Rena’s deep violet eyes suddenly catch a sad but grateful glimmer. “If you didn’t help me Leah…I don’t know where I’d be…”
“Do not worry.” I try to comfort her. “I will take care of you.” And I really mean that. Rena, although we are not related by blood, is all the real family I have and I am all that she has. “Well, now that we are done our cocoa, let’s go for a walk around town and I will tell you what I learned in school today.” Needless to say, Rena gets her enthusiastic glow back in less than a millisecond.
“What did you learn? Was it interesting? What subject was it? Oh would you just hurry up and tell me?” The frustrated look on Rena’s face is hilarious. I am biting my bottom lip to keep from bursting into laughter. After I take a breath and calm down I begin re-telling the lesson my teacher recited earlier.
“Today was a history day; we learned what happened at the apocalypse. Have you heard anything about it other than the year it happened in?” it is apparent Rena has not by the confused way her mouth twisted on her face. “Well, anyway, it happened 200 years ago in 3000. Apparently, before this time us humans were a lot better off and were the dominant clan among the six. To be more accurate, we thought we were the only clan in existence. Three of the remaining five: vampires, werewolves and demons, were sick of hiding. At 12 am on January 1st, 3000, they came out of hiding and killed every human in sight. The other two clans: angels and dark elves, however, tried to protect any humans they could. Ever since then we have been in a constant war.”
“Why do they hate us so much?” Rena asks, her entertained smile now facing downward “And why would the elves and angels protect us?”
“What I told you is all that we learned. We are planning to cover more about it tomorrow. All we did for the rest of class was discussion of the topic.”
“Could you tell me what you discussed?”
“Sure!” We walk the long rout to my sponsor’s abode, giggling at some of my classmate’s reactions and guessing why the three enemy clans hated us to begin with.
My dearest friend, Rena, is outside waiting for me, like always. I cannot see her but I do not have to. She loves for me to tell her what I learned in school, I am pretty sure it is the highlight of her day. I am lucky, or so I am told, that I have a family willing to sponsor an orphan like myself to attend school. Rena does not have that luxury. She still lives on the streets, and survives off the clothes and food I bring her. I would of course let her sleep in my shelter but my sponsors will not allow it. Rena never does tell me where she sleeps, she only tells me not to worry about it and that she will be alright.
I was never too sure why nobody in this town would sponsor her. My own sponsors told me that it is because she randomly showed up and nobody knows where she is from or who her parents are, most likely they are dead. So I re-teach all of my lessons to her. Since she cannot go to school I am more than happy to share my knowledge.
Education is quite expensive due to the lack of resources. These days our town is so poor we can hardly afford to feed ourselves sometimes. We live in one of the two remaining human towns; this town is for all of the non-warriors, the “weak ones” as they call us. Most resources such as food and clothing are given to the warrior town, with the logic that they are fighting for our race and protecting us so that we may have semi-peaceful lives. For such reasons, orphans like me and Rena need sponsors to pay for us to go to school and also, of course, for our other needs such as clothing and food. Before I stumbled upon Rena, and was able to support her, she had Linda.
Linda is the café owner. She used to give Rena leftover scraps for food and old clothes to wear. As a show of gratitude to her I make a statement of taking Rena to the café for hot cocoa as often as I can. I started doing some work on the weekends, which allows me to do this.
What I find most stunning about my friend, is that even though she is treated as an unwanted vexation, and in the dumpy situation she is in, Rena is possibly the kindest and most enthusiastic person I know.
The school bell rings loud and clear to signal the end of the day and pull me from my thoughts back into the current moment. I gather my books, place them in my locker and head out the door. Surely enough she is here waiting for me. “Rena!” I shout at her “It is pouring rain! You are going to get sick out here.” I sigh. “You do not have to wait for me on days like this.”
“Leah, I’ve waited for you in worse weather.” Rena responds, giving a calm yet enthused smile. She has in the past waited for me in the worst weather one can imagine. I of course do not want her to do so as she can easily get sick and the medical care here is horrible since all of the good doctors are in the warrior village.
“Ok.” I sigh. There is no arguing with someone as blissfully stubborn as Rena is. “Let’s go to the café. We can get some hot cocoa there, and I will tell you about what I learned.” Rena responds with an extremely happy grin and a nod, her hair soaked and clinging to her face. I can feel my hair beginning to do the same thing. No doubt we will look equally wet by the time we make it to the café.
I am quit during the walk, Rena, on the other hand, talks enough to have a conversation with herself. She talks about anything and everything from how much she loves the boots I snuck to her last week to the rain being pretty as it falls from a darkening sky. Rena goes quieter after a while, in her silence urging me to speak. She is waiting me to burst with the education I have retained from the day. We make it to the café. Rena is so impatient looking her cheeks are crunched together with the red pigment standing out, even against her tan-brown skin tone. I smile at her priceless expression, it is impossible not to. “I will go get the hot cocoa, could you find a table outside?”
“Ok, hurry up.” Rena mutters with a tone that matches the look on her face. I walk inside the café and glance around at all the nice, dry, tables. I don’t have much money but I manage to scrape up enough for small things such as this from my job at the clothing store.
“The usual?” Linda asks and brushes her curly coral coloured hair out of her eye with a quick swipe of her hand. I step further, my final stride to the till. Linda tries to be the one to serve me every time I come in here, most often she is. She smiles, knowing she is right.
“Yes, please.” I reply, confirming her guess and making her smile spread a little wider. Linda owns the café and grows the cocoa beans she uses in her own yard. I am not really sure how she makes the beans into my and Rena’s common beverage, I simply never bothered to ask…maybe I should sometime.
“Here you go.” Linda places the drinks on a tray and slides it closer to me. “That’ll be twenty five dollars.” I nod and mumble thanks while handing her the money. The price of everything keeps going up, at a quicker rate lately too. I was once told there was a time, long, long ago, when things were better for us humans, before the apocalypse in 3000. I was told what happened at that event in class today, therefore, it is what I shall tell Rena about.
I grab the tray with the hot cocoa on it and walk outside, leaning over to shield the drinks from the rain. Rena picked out a good table today…I think. “Is that table the least soaked?” I said least soaked instead of most dry because with this weather I am pretty sure all of them are coated in rainwater. It would be a pleasure to sit inside on a day like this, however that is an extra cost, and extra cost that sadly I rarely am able to pay.
“It’s the best one I could find.” Rena replies, still with the aura of impatience surrounding her. The day that this girl is even slightly patient I will be rich. “Now tell me what you learned in school!” Rena exclaims, I sigh and shake my head a little.
“Patience is a virtue, remember that?” I smile. Lately, to help Rena with her patience issues, I have been intentionally procrastinating on telling her what I learned in class. I usually wait about an hour. If I wait any longer I am sure that Rena will explode. So for the next hour we sit and drink hot cocoa in the rain. Here and there I try to bring up some meaningless topic, but there is only one thing on Rena’s mind. For the larger part of the time frame we drink our warm beverages in silence. The hour passes slowly.
“Ok! It’s been an hour! What did you learn in school? Tell me already!” Rena’s voice is raised.
“Isn’t the hot cocoa here great?” I ask through lips stretched into a smirk.
“Yes! Ok! It’s great!” Rena’s face turns redder than normal. “Tell me about school!”
I giggle in response to her elevated anxiety forged from an unsatisfied curiosity. “Alright. It is such a shame you don’t have a sponsor, you would really enjoy school so much.”
Rena’s deep violet eyes suddenly catch a sad but grateful glimmer. “If you didn’t help me Leah…I don’t know where I’d be…”
“Do not worry.” I try to comfort her. “I will take care of you.” And I really mean that. Rena, although we are not related by blood, is all the real family I have and I am all that she has. “Well, now that we are done our cocoa, let’s go for a walk around town and I will tell you what I learned in school today.” Needless to say, Rena gets her enthusiastic glow back in less than a millisecond.
“What did you learn? Was it interesting? What subject was it? Oh would you just hurry up and tell me?” The frustrated look on Rena’s face is hilarious. I am biting my bottom lip to keep from bursting into laughter. After I take a breath and calm down I begin re-telling the lesson my teacher recited earlier.
“Today was a history day; we learned what happened at the apocalypse. Have you heard anything about it other than the year it happened in?” it is apparent Rena has not by the confused way her mouth twisted on her face. “Well, anyway, it happened 200 years ago in 3000. Apparently, before this time us humans were a lot better off and were the dominant clan among the six. To be more accurate, we thought we were the only clan in existence. Three of the remaining five: vampires, werewolves and demons, were sick of hiding. At 12 am on January 1st, 3000, they came out of hiding and killed every human in sight. The other two clans: angels and dark elves, however, tried to protect any humans they could. Ever since then we have been in a constant war.”
“Why do they hate us so much?” Rena asks, her entertained smile now facing downward “And why would the elves and angels protect us?”
“What I told you is all that we learned. We are planning to cover more about it tomorrow. All we did for the rest of class was discussion of the topic.”
“Could you tell me what you discussed?”
“Sure!” We walk the long rout to my sponsor’s abode, giggling at some of my classmate’s reactions and guessing why the three enemy clans hated us to begin with.
*in a toilet*