This choice: A lanky brunette, and a senior student • Go Back...Chapter #9Someone rich this way comes by: Trampltrum   As Cerys walked through the doorway she saw a tall thin girl with long brown hair down to almost her waist. She wore an expression mixed between smug and friendly, and was already dressed in her Buttercombe Academy uniform. As the “intruder” turned towards Cerys she jumped and emitted a small “oh!”
It was true Cerys’s appearance was often out of the ordinary, while she was in her won uniform. But dressed in all black with various circlets of metal holding the entire getup together, she certainly made for a surprising sight. She was used to it though, and certainly used to that kind of response from the uptight preppies that clogged the hallways.
“Hello, nice to meet you, I’m…” the brunette began before Cerys quickly cut her off with a simple raised hand.
“Hi, look I know I am dressed weird, and I don’t care. I know you are one of the preppy rich girls, I don’t care. And you probably expect to graduate with honors…and I don’t care; let’s just get the niceties out of the way, I am Cerys and I will be in my room 99% of the time, if you hear loud music do not disturb me, if you do not hear loud music do not disturb me, and right now I am going to my room” and with that Cerys turned, her frilly skirt wafting in the draft and began to make her return to her bedroom, her heavy boots making dull *clunk* sounds on the wooden floor as she went.
“Wait!” the other girl called back. Cerys stopped, but did not turn around. “I am sorry I jumped when I saw you, that was mean; and yes I am one of the rich girls…but I swear I am not the preppy type, I was hoping we could be friends?”
Cerys turned around; her arms already crossed, then raised one of her eyebrows.
“Us? Friends? Sorry but not many people around here want to be my friend, so excuse me for not believing that” Cerys flatly stated in a half-interested voice.
“O…k, would you mind explaining why?” the tall girl asked.
“Because nobody wants to hang around with the goth, unless you’re another goth or possibly a punk” Cerys explained, unfurling her crossed arms and gesturing with her black-clad arms.
“Annnd what would I be if I hung around with you?” the new girl responded with a sly smile.
“Probably a stalker” Cerys replied, smiling a little herself this time.
“Alright then; Hannah Hammond, professional stalker” the brunette stated; offering her hand to the goth who was now having a hard time not laughing a little.
“Cerys Porter” the goth returned, accepting the handshake; “Hammond huh? That name rings a bell….”
“Oh, my dad owns a hotel chain” Hannah explained, trying to hide her rich status behind a cheesy grin.
“Oh yeah! I saw one of those while me and my family were visiting my mom’s old haunts in Abercrombie, looked pretty fancy…” Cerys gave a friendly sneer at this, trying to make Hannah feel bad for her rich father.
“Oh you have got to stay in one someday! The service is wonderful and the beds feel like a pile of pillows!” Hannah seemed to be almost dreamily thinking of a time where she must have visited her dad or something. For Cerys though her family was not that well off, and a stay in a hotel like that would certainly have made the month very difficult.
“Uh yeah…gotta do that some time” Cerys played off before trying to change the subject, “I think I have seen you around before, what year are you?”
“Oh! Senior, WAS a Junior last year” Hannah answered, that explained her height “You?”
“Sophomore” Cerys replied before a sudden duel rumble cut both of them off.
“Sorry, haven’t eaten since breakfast” Hannah laughed off, “Want to go grab some dinner? They are serving up in the grand hall right now, feels like ages since I have had a Buttercombe blancmange” Hannah asked, thumbing over her shoulder. Cerys normally avoided big social gatherings, but with a new friend, sure. Why not?
“I guess” the lanky goth replied, scooping up her key-card as the pair made their way to the door.
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The roommates chatted about this and that as they walked down to the hall, the numbers of fellow students steadily growing as they neared the cafeteria until it became more like a throng.
“You ok Cerys? You seem distracted” Hannah pointed out. It was true, Cerys was peering over the shoulders of the crowd as she went.
“Sorry, just looking for someone” Cerys remarked without taking her eyes off looking for her target. She was looking for Alice; the poor thing was so distressed at getting lost, and Cerys worried that either she would do so again or the big crowds would intimidate her. She did not mention this to Hannah, Cerys did not feel like she knew Hannah enough to let her know how much she cared about people yet.
Sliding past an enormous girl walking at what looked and felt like a snail’s pace, the pair finally made it to the great hall. Cerys kinda liked it here; the columns, pillars, embroided curtains and chandelier made her feel like she was in some kind of renovated Castle from central Europe; perfect for someone as vampiric-looking as her.
“Well, looks like we didn’t miss out on the good grub” Hannah pointed out, “Let’s dig in!”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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