Miridans lament

Part one

                  

God I hate this. I am treading down the mountain, falling into sinkholes filled with snow that would otherwise impale me on sharp rocks. I waved farewell to my mountain goat and longtime best friend, Sven. As I stumbled down the mountain trail into the village, wearing a beige tunic and a deer skin cape with bear fur trim, My reddish brown hair had tiny snow crystals speckled throughout it's shaggy tangled mess, giving me a rugged appearance. Why do I have to go to school? I know how to read, and write! I'm smart! I fall down a snow drift that carries me down the mountain and onto the road, leaving me to sit and recover before a dark and ominous carriage. The large dank smelling carriage was filled with other boys my age, screaming and throwing themselves around like wild coyotes that were thrown into a frenzy. I got into the carriage begrudgingly and sat as far from the other boys as possible, which didn't leave much breathing room since it was filled to the brim with these sweaty idiots.

As the carriage rolls over the gravel roads, I see the snow thin out, but not before a blizzard hit and we had to stop the carriage because the horses were freezing. The other boys were shivering and whining, each of their ugly faces twisted into that of a crying baby. Whilst the idiots did nothing to keep themselves warm, I had already been wearing a cloak and thick tunic, which were both very warm. I really can't express my annoyance with these fat pigs, whining for their mothers instead of doing something to help. One of the boys found a large blanket and threw it over us, saying, "Problem solved! Now let's talk about what we look forward to after school! Ja?" He had a thick German accent, one of which I could not stand for some reason.

"Well I look forward to seeing the girls again, they will all fall in love with me instantly because I'm going to be smarter than all of you!"

"Why would your sisters fall in love with you?"

"Yeah your mother doesn't count."

"Nonsense! I'm going to be the strongest and the girls will fall in love with ME."

The sweaty pigs continued talking while I snuck out from under the blanket, finally getting a breath of even semi fresh hair. I gasp and look quickly out the window trying to overcome my nausea. It didn't take too long for me to realize that we were once again moving, rushing faster than before, the carriage becoming frigid again. I didn't even shiver, due to the carriage being overheated by the plenitude of sweating bodies.

"OI! WE'RE HERE YA FAT PIGS!" A voice boomed from outside, it took awhile for the tangle of limbs to finally escape the carriage. Man, I already hate this place. I grumbled to myself quietly. I was out last, of course. I looked up at what seemed more like a foreboding prison than a school, and it seemed so much colder than my warm homey cottage back in the mountains. We stepped inside the stone courtyard, I wonder if they serve blocks of coal for supper too. I thought snidely. "Welcome to your new home, Bates school for boys."