I hesitated but then left the library hurrying so that I won't be late. My next class is actually on the building of Reiche, first floor. I hurriedly passed by the crowded hallway and didn't care of the attention anymore, I know that this will be the everyday set up. Them glaring at me and Me bowing down my head. Something that I shouldn't do, so I might as well be proud.
I entered the room and of course, all of them turned to my way. I just headed to the last row and sat there. They're all wearing their black uniforms. Their uniforms were intacked together perfectly, sleeves folded on the right side, their knee-high socks are as white as snow, you could even think that their socks are disposable, their hair pinned perfectly, their smooth skin doesn't even have scratch or a sc
ar. They walk with poise, gracefully. And I couldn't blame them, they are walking dolls. They were born to be perfect from the richest family.
"Hey." I just noticed Tiffany, the brunette, sat next to me as everyone glance at our seats. I smiled at her and she gave me a shrug. She leaned closer and whispered to me, "it's quite rare to find two Bauges sitting in one class. They're not at ease." She sat on the empty seat next to me. "Let's make them more uncomfortable." She mouthed then smirked.
I smiled at her and just stared in front. No one seems to be not affected about us being here. Everyone kept glancing their back to check if we happen to be sitting still on the seats they last saw us. But we act like we don't notice them. Or should I say, I act like I don't notice them. Tiffany doesn't actually care. She's sitting next to me, with his perfect brunette curled hair, stoned, staring blankly at the blackboard. Even I, is uncomfortable by her mere existence. By sitting next to her, I feel like I'm not sitting
next to human. She's more than that, she's perfect. Then she slowly turned to look at me and smiled grimly. "Why are you staring at me?" She asked it with a 'you're-staring-at-me-like-them' tone.
"Because you're a Bauge" it slipped out of my mouth without noticing.
And she burst out a chime of laughter, her laughter overlaps the silence on the four corner of the room. Everyone can't help but stare. "What did you just call me?" She asked laughing.
"You're a Bauge.." I repeated nonchalantly.
"We are Bauges!" She announced. "That's why everyone's staring at us." She said seriously. Some glance off and pretended to be busy while the others couldn't help but anticipate what she will say next.
"We're different from them" she started with a very serious tone. "After leaving this room later, they will talk about us. Even now, some already murmuring our names. They couldn't help but be jealous about us because all they have is MONEY!!!" She shouted.
"Hey Tiffany--!!" Someone from her seat shouted, everyone stopped her. But she stood up, unable to overcome her anger, she clenched her fist into a ball as if wanting to punch and start a war with Tiffany. And from that moment, I knew I was trembling hard. I was afraid of what she might do, but then I could feel Tiffany.
She's not a bit nervous or afraid. She stood up, alone, without anyone who could side her. Unlike the girl who stood up for the Reiche who has all the Reiche in the room siding her. I felt weak, I felt useless. Seeing Tiffany, all brave standing up for Bauges.
"Continue what you're trying to say." Tiffany challenged.
The girl didn't hesitate for a bit and bravely said, "You're Bauge?! And what's about it?! It's just a title! It doesn't say whether you'll be in heaven or hell after this stupid life! You can't sort out people by title! You can't discriminate us because we're JUST Reiche! And you're Bauge?! You're just a measely daughter of the owner of this rotten school! What's special about you?!"
