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𝕺𝖍 𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊
Cassandra was at her spot on the boat as usual, though chirps of birds had caught her from her train of thoughts.
Birds?
There weren't any birds on deck, certainly no birds on the ocean, where was the chirping coming from?
She wondered, though as she stood and looked beyond the railings, she had seen land. Or more specifically, France.
"Joseph! Joseph! Wake up! We're here!" Cassandra had exclaimed excitedly as she knocked on her brother's door furiously, her brother couldn't blame her though, they have been sailing for thirteen months at most, and at that point, they were as bored as clams in the sea.
"Buzzing, sis?" Joseph pointed out the obvious, "How couldn't you be? We're in France! Finally at France!" She cheered, "Yes, yes. I know, it's been announced yesterday if you had even bothered to go somewhere else than the edge of the ship." Joseph rolled his eyes,
"Shut it, Joseph. Just get packed already and say goodbye to your dearest Rosalie." Cassandra glares as she spoke, "How'd you know about-" "You aren't very sneaky." Was all the girl could say as her brother have given up with their little quarrel,
"Alright, alright. Would you stay still, you're making me much dizzier." He complained, "You sound like mother," She sing-sang, "You-! Whatever. Get ready, I think that we'd be on land by a few hours or so," Her brother tasked, the girl had let out a small shriek as she entered her room to pack her things and look her finest.
Loud horns blew as the siblings went out of their suite,
Indicating that they have, in fact, arrived in France.
- ♛ -
For Cole Mackenzie, it was another day spent in school. How useless, he thought. But school was also his escape from home, so he endured it, as long as people wouldn't notice him, he was alright.
He wondered how her blonde friend was every day. Sometimes, he would debate on sending the letters he had crumpled in the trash, he knew he could send her a letter, though he just didn't know quite what to say, and he would have to wait months for her response, so the boy decided against it.
Instead, he was going to show her his new artwork when she returns. He would listen to her critique it all day and he would listen, of course. She would come back. She promised she would.
Then his doodling was cut short by none other than Billy Andrews.
"Hey, Cole! Throw the ball back, bud!" Billy calls, it took the blonde boy a few moments before he realized that they were referring to him.
"Oh." He mutters before picking up the small white ball and throwing it back to Billy.
"Nice arm, Rembrandt." Billy says, "Wanna play?" Cole wondered why they were talking at all before responding, "No... Thank you, though." He says nicely before sitting back down and resuming the drawing he was making,
...
"Answered Lancelot, the chief of knights:" Mr. Phillips tells the class, though it was only as if Anne was the only one listening, then again, there was Josie who seems to disagree with every word the teacher spouts.
"And with what face, after my pretext made, Shall I appear, O Queen, at Camelot." He continues,
"I, before a King who honors his words, as if the word-" "I think the entire poem is shameful," Josie announces,
"They should be tarred and feathered." She says, "Josie?" Mr. Phillips calls, "Guinevere is to be married to the King, not Lancelot." She says her opinion.
"Oh, Mr. Phillips! Can you skip to the part where Elaine's pure and true love turns most tragical?" Anne spoke, "No." Mr. Phillips says dismissively, "Do not interrupt me again." He instructs as he continues his emotionless talking,
But as Mr. Phillips continued to talk, Cole's bottle of ink spilled all over the masterpiece he was making, resulting in it being ruined.
He stood from his chair abruptly, avoiding the ink to get to his clothes,
"Cole?" Mr. Phillips called with his eyes piercing through the young boy like ice,
"What have you got there?" He angrily remarks, "Cole!" He yells,
"My apologies, Mr. Phillips. I'll clean it up." The blonde muttered,
"Are you doodling... while I'm tirelessly dedicating my life to your education?" Mr. Phillips says,
"Blackboard! Now!" He commands as the blonde followed,
Writing down 'I shall not draw in class' on the board,
"You like to draw? Draw that." Mr. Phillips says as he left the boy on the board.
Cole thought it was simply not fair, for what reason did he deserve to be humiliated?
