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Part VII - Cheers to Emotional Trouble

Nessa couldn't be less annoyed - she wanted to smash the soya sauce bottle on the matron's head - when she learnt that the old woman had also been amongst the crew that had come to interfere in between her scream-and-claw battle with Titania Cross.
The matron called Nessa to her "office"(as she liked to call it, but it was more like a bedroom), for a very friendly discussion on whatever had just transpired near the toilets.
"Good evening, ma'am. Isn't it awfully . . .smelly in your room, as I'd call it? Did someone perhaps change horse diapers here?" Vanessa started off her with haughty comments, even though in reality the matron's room smelt quite fine.
"You've really got to cease your arrogance. I may not be a 'teacher' by profession, but I am much older than you and have enough authority to get you suspended over what you did." The matron chastised sharply, silencing Nessa - who rolled her eyes.
"For a matter of fact, I know exactly what all has passed in between you and Titania Cross over the past month. Now," matron continued. "Tell me, how did you get into her room?"
"I stole her keys." Nessa replied tiredly; it was what she had been saying to everyone who had asked her about it - and so far the only two people had been Titania and the matron.
The woman's face remained tight in thought for a while, and then she slowly said "I will have to report this to the headmistress; she must know about the trouble you have got yourself into."
"You know this is not my fault! It's Titania's!" Vanessa exclaimed.
"It is both of your faults - equally. You were trying to get her attention, she tried to swath you off - a little harshly perhaps, and you decided to rise with vengeance."
"You make it sound like it was more of my fault." Nessa argued hotly.
"I don't know. For now, just assume, that you will not be treated very kindly over the next few days - by the teachers, at least. And, your parents might be given a call." The last part gave Nessa a heart attack.
Surely, it should be no big deal to her; Vanessa always got into trouble over petty issues, and her parents had been called before.
But this was a new school - a new headmistress - a new world altogether. Nessa had promised she would try her hardest to NOT get into trouble - and that too with such an honest genuineness. She hated to see that heartbroken look on her parents' faces - not again, at least.
Perhaps the matron saw Nessa's facial expression too, and said "Maybe if you do care about your reputation before your parents afterall, start behaving."

Being called down to the headmistress's office was scary; all headmistresses were scary in Nessa's experience, but perhaps this woman softened down a little at seeing the genuine fright and regret on Vanessa's face, and also because she was new to the school.
Not that she wasn't annoying; the same questions were asked again (and replied in a bored voice), the same warnings were given, and it was all followed by a lecture on 'maybe your previous school wasn't so strict about such things, but in Wiscott's Academy we are very particular that our young pupils do not get into any sort of scandalous peer trouble, and therefore, make sure that in the future.....blah blah blah'.
Nessa had practically fallen asleep by the time the lady dismissed her; she walked out drowsily, still worrying about her parents' reaction. She considered not picking up her phone when her dad called her in the night, but even the thought of her dad made her clench her fists in frustration, regret and anger.

Mr Mathew was standing in the corridor, almost as if he had been waiting for Nessa to come. When she passed by him though, the girl couldn't care less and would've simply trodden past without a word or a glance; but Mr Mathew stopped her with a "Ms Orville?"
Nessa turned back, a hint of annoyance at her face along with an expression that said that she was too tired for any snarky comebacks right now but was later going to kick his ass.
"So, I assume your dangerous relationship with Ms Cross was the reason behind why you missed my class that day?"
Nessa paused momentarily, surprised that this man still remembered about that one day a million years ago when she had been forced to miss math class, and irate because her reputation had completely gone down with this scandal - that was being circulated amongst teachers, parents and students almost like a taboo.
Not that she had ever been the most liked and respected student in the school.
"You're right. And like I had promised, I have NOT been getting involved in the wrong kinds of activities." Nessa snapped, and then walked ahead in a stormy pace.
She had Geography right now, but wasn't interested in the subject and was also pretty sure that unlike the creepy math teacher Mr Mathew, the Geography teacher wouldn't notice if she was absent in the class or not.
Nessa passed through many corridors, and was when walking across the grounds to the girls' dorm, found Edmund Caliber catching up with her.
"Vanessa! Wait!" He called out, and Nessa sighed as he caught up with her.
"Yes, may I help you?" She asked sullenly.
"Gee, you've got a pretty prominent scar on your forehead." He said, and Nessa instinctively touched her forehead to feel the scar.
"Uh, well, you can thank your girlfriend for that."
"Yeah, about that, I was expecting Titania to come and shout at me because after the . . .'incident', she would've known that I had been the one who had provided you with the keys. But . . ."
"I didn't tell her about it." Nessa replied devoid of any emotion.
"Well, that was obvious, and at any case, I've come to thank you for it." Edmund said, and Nessa stared. Was he almost . . .nervous, or something?
"You're welcome." She said with a duh look as if to say that his 'gesture of gratitude' did nothing but waste her own time.
"And, um, I'm sorry." Edmund ran his fingers through his hair, and Nessa raised an eyebrow. "Things couldn't be going very nice for you around here, I guess, and teachers involved takes things to an entirely different level. And since, Titania will never ever apologise to you, I think I'll do it instead."
A confused Nessa opened her mouth to say something, but ended up only shaking her head. "Are you even-? Are you not a property of Her Lady Titania Cross?"
"I'm not anyone's property." Edmund shrugged with a gallant smile.
"Well, I don't need your apologies." Nessa shook her head in disgust, and walked off to the girls' dorm.

Have u ever felt just . . .annoyed, and a billion other emotions? As in, almost for no reason, annoyed and irate and tired and stressed.
Nessa never thought she'd ever text her anonymous friend on Facebook about anything - provided how much her short-tempered, dark sass contrasted Bibliophile and his geeky obsession with deep philosophical poetry.
However, each person - no matter how light, dark, humorous or unaffected by the outside world - requires some psychological pep talk at some point of his/her life.
And in a very strange way, Bibliophile seemed like the most appropriate solution to this kind of a problem.
It's natural, child. Do not worry. Try cutting yourself from the world in those times - by some food you really enjoy, by sleep. And if yet you can't go past your bitter thoughts, try shedding tears for often they help in almost pushing out the bizarre feeling from inside you.

Ur so smart. Actually, more than that. Ur so wise. Like, really really wise.

One has to go through a lot in the world to gain this kind of wisdom.
Nessa, deciding to let some emotions loose, asked -
Have you ever lost someone who . . .almost completed ur life?

Not one, but both of them.

Omg, that's got to b pathetic!

Do not pity on me; you do not understand what it is like.