12 Grudge on Opening Ceremonies (2/2)

”So what did you hear?”

The two continued talking to unravel the conspiracy as to who would represent the second years. I don't care if they would like to have a little chitchat in the middle of the headmaster's speech, but as far as it concerns me, why am I being the center of a message relay here? They are both pinpointing their murmurs in me, although I never recalled agreeing to be a part of the conversation. This can get me to trouble. Yet, I hesitated to give them even the most implicit of warnings, as these two are probably in the same class, and there is no destroying of their candor first impression on me.

”I heard just an hour ago right at the faculty room that the representatives are all stellar in academics.”

”Well, that is to be expected,” I thought, while I acted a little uninterested and while taking sudden glimpses on the staff at the side to see if trouble is indeed coming.

”That girl, they said is the daughter of an economic image in Germany. I also heard of a beauty and brain thing, which made people from her previous university call her the 'Prima Donna' Sick right? But I did not catch clearly as to what the name of the girl could be, hmmmm.. was it? Oh, seemed I can't get a hunch after all”

Prima Donna? Isn't that the name used by the traditionalists' generation to call the main female character of an opera? If people did give her a sobriquet such as that, she would be hellish and legendary I think.

Yet, upon hearing the word 'beauty', my mind suddenly went on reminiscing something that is of significance...

Wait, now that I remember it, where is the noble girl that I met earlier? I looked around but she was nowhere to be found. I expected that she will be easily seen even in this kind of crowd, as she is of course ”lofty” in all stature. If she is to be compared to anyone random from this crowd, it would be like putting to contrast the discrepancies of a financial guru and a mere company employee.

Wait don't tell me...

Now that I think of it, she is a student, based on how she presented herself in the sunrise-tainted classroom. Not to mention that the definition matches perfectly well. Now, I'm quite sure...that she is the Student representative that my two classmates have been talking about.

”Well, Prima Donna or not, we are gonna find out!” the girl who suggested the subject said, ending the duo conversation.

”R-right” the lad she has been talking to respond. The two then began to lend a worn-out ear to the ones talking in front, facing head-on, with eyes in wanton for sleep.

I was uninterested at this point, as knowing who will be the representative can't help me maneuver into an academic year unscathed, but one thing I was relieved about, was that their chitchat did not give us trouble and the staff at the back did not seem to notice either. Well, I can also sense that they, too, have been having a rough time listening to speeches, as their faces from afar say so.

Now back to the Romanesque girl I met. There is also no denying the possibility that she was only a fragment of my imagination because there is no such principle that explains how a mere human can be in par with Lacrimosa- a goddess' demeanor, and also I was medically evaluated to have Dementia, remember?... but, the scene that is about to be laid upon me is to prove me wrong, and that the word” imagination” was eventually too crude to be used.