Erskine

Every single morning that she would wake up with no energy made her extremely emotional, and Erskine hated being emotional. She had learned at a very young age that emotion makes you weak and weakness was not an option. So, Erskine knew exactly how to gulp every overwhelming feeling she ever had, from sadness to happiness. If she ever had to cry, it would never be in public and it would only last for a couple of seconds. A couple of seconds, that to her, were full of weakness.

She managed to walk down the hall and enter her classroom with a mask of indifference spread across her face. The lesson had not yet started and Mr. Wassily was too preoccupied with today’s lesson plans to pay any attention to Erskine. She curiously looks around the room searching for any knew or known faces. But she only saw Mila, a very stuck up girl that happened to rule this Academy of torture. Erskine cautiously rolled her eyes and sat in the front row towards Mr. Wassily’s right side. She sighed while putting her bags down then quietly began to day dream.

Although, Erskine had masked her emotions all her life and basically hated them, there was one in particular that she desperately wanted to feel. Love. She had not yet had that feeling and she wanted it with all her soul. So when she drifted into her fantasies they were always about love and being swept off her feet. But every daydream was interrupted in the same exact spot, before her lips locked with her dream man’s. Erskine had never been kissed and fate had it that she could not even dream about it.

“Hello, class! Today we will have a free study period in the honor of our Prince Samuel! As you all already know today is his 17th birthday and the government can’t impose a whole day off but it can sure make it an easy day. So take out your books or just chat for the next 2 hours.” As per usual, Mr. Wassily’s sarcasm interrupted and Erskine was brutally taken away from her wandering. The professor’s announcement was immediately followed by the other girls shrieking or swooning in delight from just the thought of the prince.

The air was instantly filled with “His body is so perfect”, “Forget his body, did you see his hair!”, “He’s also an intellectual, I heard he has studied with famous scholars!” and many similar others.

Wow! Can that Prince get anymore conceited I mean he’s basically planning a national holiday for his birthday. Ha! She silently thought to herself and once again rolled her eyes with despise. She took out her 600-and-something-page book and dipped her mind into the fantastical world that the author had made. Before she knew it the bell rang, she immediately jammed her book in and started for the door.

“Erskine, right?” A deep voice called for her but it wasn’t a familiar voice so Erskine just ignored it and moved along. She wasn’t in the mood to make a new friend or a new addition to her pathetic life.

“Hello, Erskine I was talking to you.” There it was again.

“WHAT! If someone ignores you it means leave them alone. Not to keep on bugging them, get the picture!” Erskine basically made the guy pee in his pants.

“Gosh, I’m sorry. I just wanted to introduce myself, you know I’m knew here. And back in class the professor introduced me but you where way to concentrated on that book,” the young man extended his hand nervously, “Dwight.” Poor guy, he’s probably scared I’ll bite his hand off. With hesitation she took his hand shake.

“Erskine. Look, I’m sorry. I mean I didn’t have a good night’s sleep last night and my nerves are on edge.” She explained her horrible manners and let go of his hand, then turned around to go on her way, but he persistently grabbed her arm before her second step.

“Ummm, look I was just wondering if you could give me a tour around the school. Tell me where all the classes are, etc.” He looked at her innocently with a crooked smile, “Please.” She looked at him suspiciously and studied his appearance. Dwight was astonishingly handsome; he had a mass of dark locks clinging to his scalp and the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. His skin was tan and his body was muscular, Dwight was like an exotic Adonis. The adorableness was amplified by the pleading look he had plastered on his gorgeous face. But there was something holding her back; why did Dwight chose her when there were hundreds of other girls that for one did not bite his head of?