White Grimoire: The Lone Queen

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FARREN FLINTLOCK

For another first time in the year and I bet the last, I'll be looking at my dormitory forms like it's some curse the Greek Gods have sent me. And for another yet again, I have been displaced just like the whole 6 years I was here in West Wavlery, my school.

I shook my head and decided to go on. It doesn't matter where I take foot on to me now since it's my last and truly am dreading to stay here for more. The legendary school registrar has once again mistaken my gender for one that has a dick and has already written my name on a logbook that is meant for boys who are staying in the North Tower.

I am a girl, for the nth time, I am a girl. I even grew my hair up so that my gender will become more ditinguished.... however... it's Ms. Oakwood who tends to forget.

"I am sorry dear. You see, oldies like us tend to... forget things like these. Most especially I have been here for the longest time... and I never left." Ms. Oakwood sheepishly states. Probably using her old age as an excuse when all along I knew it in my head and in my heart that she's that type of worker who never does anything new and keeps copying the old ones so that she wont have work to do.

I took my legendary cursed form brokenheartedly and with my bags, I rolled over the corridor and began ranting inside my head. For another school year, I'm going to be with the boys again. Oh, I'm dreading go see their faces. I can't bear to see them now. I can't help it but imagine the North Tower as I was there for the last few years and again, to stay there like It's my entrance ticket to Tartaros.

In the dorm you'll see Hell. Boys naked running around shamelessly, screaming and laughing like pigs to be butchered, with wands in their hands, waving it all around. You'll see flying underwears that weren't even washed for weeks, black as dirt. You'll hear the shattering of glass. The bam of the furnitures as they fall. The noise as if it's war.

Truth is, it doesn't make it hell. What makes it hell if you were chased around by drunk naked boys, thrown into a pile of dirty underwears from the top staircase and be blamed for breaking things because they all knew you were angry at the moment but they be the ones who did it.

I know it's pretty awful, specially there aren't things I could do. But I guess I should just get along. Nothing could be done by frowning all day. The door creaked open as I pushed it and I slipped into the dorm. Quite surprising though, it was silent as if the devil's never been there.

I walked around and tried seeing things. They were neat and tidy, clean and appropriate. It was as if the devils were gone.

"The Devils back!!" The door was slammed open and a group of boys just rammed into the room and began racing for the sofa. I was there left with my hands on my shaking head, prepared going to my room, straight.

I settled all my stuff down, putting everything I need on my cabinets. Apparently I can still hear the boys messing around like it's another day to declare war upon the peaceful state of Wavlery Uniorn, which I will try my best to prevent before anything happens.

And that's when I heard the first glass break.

First, because I know there will be more. I shook my head and let myself fall straight to bed.

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On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to meee~~~
Now let's replace that with "On the very first school day, the PRINCIPAL called meee~~~"