Hurray for ugly sets!
october | 21 | friday |
the fall ball is approaching, and it falls on halloween this year. the girls are being taken by staff to downtown moscow to go shopping for dresses. there will be four to five girls to a teacher, and so, the groups will be assigned. you will attend all your classes and mass (only once), but briefly, so we'll be gone to moscow by two and hopefully, we'll be back by eight o'clock!
●monsieur cambon (geometry teacher) - lucia collins, noelle clarity, annaleigh dredbird, and malloree coates, and cassandra norrin.
I apologize if there's any truly awful spelling mistakes in this - I'm using a Mac right now and I'm still trying to get used to the keyboard. It's messed up, I don't like the keys being so far apart from one another. Also, I included @grace-rosa and @meghan-sienna in this story - hope you guys don't mind!
When we had been let out of class to leave for Moscow, I booked it straight for the bus, not stopping to go back to my room, let alone see Addison again after my little…nightmare. My head was pounding with one of the worst headaches I had ever experienced as I climbed aboard the coach and went straight for the back, curling myself into the seat, pulling my hood down over my head and eyes, and jamming my headphones on. I squeezed my eyes shut as I cranked the music on my iPod - anything to remove the memories of this morning.
I had been dreaming that I was running, possibly through a forest. There was a man somewhere shouting at me in French, and I understood him, but I couldn't remember what it was that he had been saying. But then, there was a brief moment, not even a full second, and I caught a flash of her, a flash of Rosemarie. It was a weird thing to dream about. The dream shifted after that, and I found myself back at the old LFDN. I felt cold and I was wandering the halls by myself when suddenly I began to smell smoke. It was happening again. I ran, and as I did so I could hear girls screaming; I wanted to help them, but I could't find a door. And yet, there was one right in front of me. I yelled to the girls, even though I couldn't see them, and said I would come back for them. Gripping the doorknob, I wrenched the door open, only to be assaulted by flames as they leapt through the door frame. At that point I forced myself to wake up. I jolted straight up in bed, sweating heavily, only to realize that the room was on fire. Addison seemed to have no idea that this was happening since she was still asleep - or dead, which I considered possible. I was frozen with fear, and the only thing I could think to do was to start yelling. I tried to move my arms to grab my pillow and beat the nearest flame out, but I just could't move my limbs. It felt impossible. I was panicking, I didn't want to die again, especially not the same way. The flames began to lick the posts of my bed and I shouted louder, which caused Addison to wake up. She started yelling when she realized what was happening. The flames grew higher, consuming the curtains, causing posters and pictures taped to the walls to curl and the wallpaper began to burn away. I still couldn't move, and I desperately wanted to because the flames were crawling up my sheets towards me. I could feel the heat burning through and licking my legs, just like it had before. I cried out in pain over Addison's shrieks of terror. I was going to die, she was going to die. It was like I couldn't escape the fire.
But suddenly it stopped. It stopped, just like that. The flames disappeared and everything was just as it had been before. Nothing was singed, nothing burned, and we were still alive. Addison was kneeling at the end of her bed, across from me, just staring, her mouth hanging open. My heart had been beating at an abnormal rate, and despite this, I was able to move again. So I ran out of the room and hid until I was sure Addison had gone to class before I snuck back and grabbed my things for the day.
Sitting in the back of the coach, I hoped desperately that she wouldn't see me and try to approach me about what had happened. I couldn't explain it. I didn't care if she told everyone, and maybe everyone would think we were making shit up or that we were both liars, or worse yet, that the two of us woke up from a bad trip. It took a while, but finally the coach filled up, I never saw Addison, and we were off and away to Moscow. The Headmistress announced the groups we were to be in for the trip while we drove. I hoped desperately that I'd at least be a group with Blanche - no such luck, instead I was in M. Cambon's group. He gave me the creeps. And I seemed to have a mental freakout every time I went near him, like I was having a dream attack or something. There was something not right about him that I couldn't put my finger on and it bothered me, like a memory that you know is there but you can't remember it when you really need to, but instead later when you're doing something else.
The group wasn't as bad as I thought it was, so long as I avoided the right people. I lagged behind in the back so I didn't have to be near M. Cambon or Noelle, who seemed to dislike me for some reason, though I'd never really spoken to her. I spent most of our rambling walk all over Moscow talking to Lucia about nothing in particular, though I had a feeling it was so she could avoid the fight that Aurore and Noelle were having. Eventually, Cambon found us a dress shop he deemed proper. We shuffled inside to look around. I half considered not buying a dress and not going to the ball to begin with, but then I couldn't remember if it was mandatory like it was last time or not. I hoped it wasn't. Though, that had been how I had met Dante. I wondered briefly what had happened to him when I pulled a dress out of a rack. It was kind of gaudy and a little tasteless - I was tempted to try it on. Almost tempted. On closer inspection, it was nicer than I had thought. I gave trying it on a second thought when my mobile rang. Setting the dress down, I fished the phone out of my bag and answered.
"I'm so fucking borrrreddddd," whined the voice on the other end. I smirked as I turned to look at another dress for something to do.
"Did you get anything yet?" I asked, holding the skirt of some hideous peuce coloured thing for my own amusement.
"No," Blanche snorted. I felt something brush behind me, and I turned around just as a pure reaction just in time to see Noelle dashing for the cashiers' desk. Nodding my head to myself, I turned back around to inspect some more dresses.
"Well don't you think you better find one?"
"Why? It's not like I actually give a damn."
"Or is it because you don't have a date?" I teased.
"Whatever, you Irish freak."
"I'll be your date, Blanchey-whanchey-poo," I replied in a sickening sing-song voice.
"Only if you promise to never, ever call me that again."
"Deal," I grinned. "Will you buy me a corsage?" Blanche snorted derisively on the other end and hung up. Still grinning, I dropped the mobile back in my bag, turning to look again at the first dress I had pulled out, willing to give it a second chance. But it was gone. I shrugged. You win some, you loose some. Something made me turn my head back to the cashier's desk to see that dress being rung in for none other than Noelle, who noticed me staring at her. Wide-eyed, she grabbed the bag from the cashier and tore off out of the shop, the bell attached to the door clanging violently against the glass of the door as she left.
In that moment I was convinced that Noelle may have been a touch mental.