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~Chapter 6 - Being absurd~

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Full Name : Kiera Bennet

Father's Name : Cornell Bennet

Year : 12

Gender :

Off course female, I thought as I wrote 'Female' next to 'Gender'.

I was in the community room, filling form for joining the school club. All the classes were over. Last period was dedicated for self study. I took the permission from the supervisor and came here as I had to submit the form before the end of the school today.

Interested In :

Revenge, I thought, but surely I didn't write that. I wrote, Showing my talent in the fields I excel. I had no idea what to write. There were so many things I was interested in, but this piece of paper wasn't enough to list them out.

I hastily filled the details like date of birth, contact number, enrollment number etc.

Please tick in the appropriate box next to the Clubs mentioned below.

I went through all the clubs mentioned and after a thought, ticked in the box next to 'Music, Dance and Drama Club (MDDC)'. I thought this one as interesting compared to other clubs available like 'Creative Corner' or 'Let's Keep School Clean'. Gross! I imagined myself with cleaner cleaning the toilet. Ewww!

Write the name of the club below you want to join and mention why.

Seriously? What was I suppose to write here. I was actually joining it, because it was compulsory or else who fudge would do that? I couldn't come up with any answer. My brain was all crowded with dancing question marks which were teasing, mocking me. I was being humiliated so excuse me if I am exaggerating too much here.

Biting my lower lip I wrote, I purely have no idea why am I joining this, but I have an intuition that it will be fun and I'll get to learn some new things.

Weird answer right? I couldn't say better than this. Let's face it. There were no any other clubs suitable for person like me. Although I loved music, I was a bathroom singer. I was good in only creating drama, not participating in it and I couldn't dance to survive.

Dance...

Kiss...

I really couldn't dance to survive.

Hell!

I groaned and dropped my head down on the table, banging hard.

"Kierra, what happened?" asked Jennet.

I lifted my head up and shrugged, "Nothing."

"Have you finished filling the form? Let me check it," she said and snatched the form from the table before I could say anything. "Hey, you have joined MDDC?" she exclaimed after scrutinizing my form through her hazel eyes.

"Huh?" I puzzled, understanding late what she was referring to. "Erm... Yeah."

"Cool! I am also member of that club. It is a true fun club."

I smiled unenthusiastically. It didn't matter much to me whether the club was a fun club or not. I had no wish to be here. I felt so odd. I already wanted to scream and run like an escaped maniac who had been trapped in a cellar for years. I missed my previous school, my friends, especially Med. We used to have so much fun. Bunking classes used to be an adventure. Going for movies, eating ice-cream in a freezing cold night and getting suspended for playing pranks on teachers and all such things were missing in my life now.

"Kiera..." Jennet shook me by my arm.

I scowled, annoyed. "Kiera, you didn't sign on the form," she pointed out a small blank space on form.

"Why do you always space out?" she asked me while I signed on the form.

A feeling of guilt crossed my face as I realized I was doing injustice to Jennet by relying on my past. Since we met, she had been kind and caring to me. And what I was being was rude, careless.

I should let go my past and accept my presence and these new people who shows so much love to me, I thought and heaved a sigh.

"Sorry, it's my old habit," I replied, ashamed. She gave me a sympathetic smile as if she understood what I was going through. She didn't push me further and I was glad for it.

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I stared blankly at the road ahead. Cars were passing like wind, blowing my hair back in the process. I glanced around to see whether I can find Trystan, but no avail. I was like a small girl who had lost the route to her favorite candy shop. I was in the middle of the entrance gate of the school with no idea how to go back to 'my' home. Jennet had offered to drop me home, but I denied it saying my relatives with whom I stay would come to pick me up. How dumb of me to say that when I knew there was no chance Trystan would pick me up and I even didn't know the address, but what would I say? Yeah, sure, please drop me to Trystan's place? Nah! I didn't want Jennet or anyone else to know I was staying at that freak's house.

Finally, I decided to walk in the direction I had come from in the morning. I reminded myself to learn the address of 'Evans' Mansion' as I needed it in future.

I saw a small shade on the opposite side. There were people some of who were standing while some was sitting on the bench. A bus arrived and stopped there for a minute before speeding off. It didn't take me long to realize, it was a bus stop. With a new ray of hope subsiding in me, I jumped on my way towards the bus stop.

I crossed the road carefully, finally making it to the other side. I decided to ask someone there where the bus goes. But then again my heart dropped remembering that even if they tell me the name of the place the bus goes to, it would not help me as I didn't know my own destination.

Oh, God! I am lost, I thought and slapped my forehead. How much I wished I hadn't come here. For a while, I considered going back to school, creepily slip into some random class and stay there until next day. But this was a foolish idea to even entertain it. Damn, Trystan!

"Does someone here need a lift?" A voice came through the car which stopped right next to where I was standing, lost. I peeked into the car to see the most familiar, smirking face which I was sure would haunt me in the form of nightmares.

"Think of the devil and devil is here," I said, narrowing my eyes into thin slits.

"I knew you cannot live without thinking of me." His smirk grew wider. His comments had a power to boil my blood. My hands started itching to swing and slap him for all the things he did to me- from the Airport till now. But I was on the side of disadvantages here, so I struggled to keep myself calm.

"Please," I said, "you have given me no good reason to think about you."

"I can give you a wide range of good reasons to think about me and only me, Kiera." He winked at me, making me frown. Why did I always find double meaning in what he said? "Right now I am giving you a very good reason to miss me. I am helping you to get back home safely," he added, wickedly.

"If you're gonna act like a dick you should wear a condom on your head so you can at least look like one."

He laughed at my comment and brushed his hand through his light brown hair. "Oh, Kiera! Sarcasm will not help you, will it?"

He was right. The one on stake was me. I shouldn't act like this. Even if I wanted to punch him, curse him, I needed to put a stop to these thoughts if I didn't want to spend the night on the road. He waited patiently, taping his fingers on the steering wheel. I stood there for a while musing over my options and then opened the door of the car and slid into passenger seat.

Did I have any other choice?

I slumped into the seat, without a word. His eyes were on road as he smoothly drove the car through array of vehicles. He was acting as if nothing happened in school. How could he act that way? I just hoped he would forget whatever he said in the school. From the moment I met him, he had made my life hell and here I was sitting beside him, in his car grieving on my fate. He had fully planned on sickening me with his disgusting attempts, but why did he show this generosity of giving me lift? Did he have heart that cared for someone or was he scared of the reaction his parents would give on knowing this? Was he suffering from Multiple Personality Disorder? Whatever was it, I was glad he came.

"You should thank me for driving you home, you know," he said while taking a turn into a street I felt familiar. Ah! We were close to reach home... finally.

"Why should I thank you? It was your responsibility," I said, my chin held high.

"I am not bound to any responsibilities. If I want, I can be very mean and leave you here as I did in the morning. I won't look back."

A shudder ran down my spine thinking of being left on the mid of the road again. "But I won't do that to you right now. I don't want you to sleep out of exhaustion as soon as we reach home, because you will need your energy to stay awake, thinking about tomorrow," he added, forming his signature smirk.

He did remember then. "Has anyone ever told you, you are a pain in ass?"

He didn't reply immediately. He glanced at rear view mirror and let a car pass us, then swiftly taking another turn he stopped the car near the gate of '26 Hillcrest', Residence of Evans. I stared at him while he pressed the button on the remote similar to the one Mrs. Evan's used yesterday when I came. The gate swung open and Trystan pulled the car inside. I glanced back to see gate automatically getting closed. "Actually, many girls have said that, but the pain is somewhere else though." A sneering smile curled up his lips. I scrunched my nose in utter distaste and huffed as I concluded there was no use in taking the conversation any further.

As soon as I hopped out of the car, Trystan sped off even before I could close the door properly. I sighed and went inside the house. Lois welcomed me back and informed that Mrs. Evans had gone out for the community meeting. Kreptha served me some tea which did help me to erase little exhaustion out of my body. I thanked her and got back to my room. Placing my backpack on the chair, I headed back downstairs.

I was feeling lonely. I wanted to talk to Kreptha, as I was now to stay here for a while I had to communicate with everyone here to know them well. But I was feeling uncomfortable. Last day's events were still fresh and I couldn't talk to them without avoiding their gaze. So I thought of wandering in the garden to fulfill my desire of stroking those delicate petals of roses.

Instead of going out through main door, I decided to go out from the other way that would lead me to the garden. With the guidance of one of the servant, I made my way towards the corridor that he said would lead me to the backyard.

As soon as I stepped out into the open space, a cool breeze welcomed me, bringing a chloroform smell with it. My body responsively started calming with the effect it always carried on me. Swimming and meditation was my way of calming my nerves and having it at a distance of few steps made me realize I was not at much loss. If God had given me pain, then he had given me a weapon to tolerate it too. My lips curled in a smile as my eyes landed on the swimming pool. I filled my breath with the smell as my body started itching to jump into that swimming pool which was few feet away from me. It had been days since I had felt the current of water brush my body. Water in the swimming pool shimmered as if diamonds were floating on it, calling me to feel it. I needed it, but this was not the right time, neither my clothes were ideal for swimming. Nevertheless, I took a step forward towards the pool, so that I could at least dip my feet in it, but my fantacy shattered when something moving caught my eyes, making my eyes become wide in horror.

I stepped back involuntarily as that thing stirred again and started gazing at me like a predator. Our eyes met and a cold trickle of fear began to ooze down my spine. I couldn't move; I couldn't blink my eyes. I got paralyzed with fear as the thing stepped towards me perilously.

No! This cannot happen. It can't be. My life... God, save me!

And I realized one bitter truth today. God don't like spoon feeding.