Red Code

15. Flashback with Shawn (winning text)

My fists clenched and I stare at the master wolf's blue eyes. I have the felling that I'm aspirated. My memories go back suddenly, without knowing why. A memory in particular... The one where I ignored what Shawn wanted to tell me... We were together in college.

Flashback with @tara-tata's text

I don't like recesses. Everyone runs in the playground and follow the herd like sheeps. Speaking of grazing, besides, this Shawn the fool can't be found. Right today... Raaahhh!

The weather is too beautiful for October. The air still smells like summer and golden leaves line the playground. But I'd prefer it to rain. I live the rain.

"Fox!! Houhou!"

I accelerate the pace: better avoid my classmates, I feel that even though everyone avoids me, every minx of the 4C will jump on me and ask me which animal I'd like to be. I heard them talk sooner... One of them wishes to be a butterfly... it's stupid. According to her aura, she's gonna be a catfish!

It is by shoving the walls that I arrives in an isolate corner. The library is close this Monday morning so I don't have the choice to go take refuge in the only clam place of the playground. It's an old dead tree that the college students think is damn by a Wolf of passage. In truth, this oak is just sick and will probably be used as small wood next winter. Waiting for his time to warm up our "dear" headmistress, I use him as a refuge. Once I'm sit n the shadow, I think: that's true, with what animal do I see me? If I can see others aura, mine is inaccessible. Shawn was sure he was going to be a dog. I haven't told him anything no to break his hopes but I did laugh when he announced me a year ago, in a solemn and sad way that he's a sheep. Speaking of the wolf... or in this case the sheep.

"I bet you how much that you are a cat?" he asked me without saying hi and sitting next to me.
"Nothing. It's sure, even obvious, I'm a fox."
"How much?"
"Nothing either."
"You're not funny!"

This kind of exchange is frequent between us. Just like the long silent that follows it. I always have the feeling that he can hears my heart beat, hamming my chest. This boy who took me out of my almost misanthropy, each time generates a small ball in my heart. I wonder if his heart rums in his rib cage, sometimes. If he knows this feeling... And with who... There are so many pretty girls in third grade... but Shawn is as solitary as me...

I shake my head, and turn my eyes to the other students. The playground is starting to be empty, slowly.

The judges decided to call in the reverse order. There's only the half of the 4.
I do like them, I'm stressed. The hand of the brown poses on mine. Meringue on caramel...

"It will be fine..."
"..."

The playground is getting empty. It's the G's turn... there's only three people in this category...

"I... You do not ask me what I think about your totem?" His gray eyes hit mines.
"I... What do you think?" I stare back at him.
"I would like you to be... I want you to be an ewe. My ewe!"

My friend stood up, he looks at me in the eyes. He's honest.

"FOX DIANE IS EXPECTED IN THE TEXT CLASS!"

I look at him, look at the door of room.
I run.