Chapter 9 (1/2)
THE PECULIARS’ TALE
Translated by: whosays25
Edited by: seiji96
/9/ Her Eyes
“Jilliane Morie. Please come with me.”
Automatically, they looked at me. It’s because of this – whatever you call session – came suddenly. They hurriedly pulled themselves again to their own world though. They breathed a sigh of relief since they were not the lucky one who was first to be called.
We went out of the cla.s.sroom while I’m following her. Why did she call in random? And from my many cla.s.smates, why did Miss point me first?
That’s when I realized that I’m still holding on the black paper she gave earlier. The questions resurfaced again in my mind. I can’t understand what this is for. I glanced again to the person I’m following; we’re walking for the left wing of the building.
It’s like there’s a different aura enveloping her persona. I suddenly became curious. What she’ll do next?
She stopped in front of a building. We went inside and the room is cold. There’s a huge clear window, a table, and two chairs which were arranged to face each other.
“You can ask questions later.” She told me before sitting on her place. She said what? “I can see it on your face. Have a seat.” Maybe she guessed what’s on my mind base on my expression. But I just stood there. I didn’t move.
“Jilliane Morie.”
I came back to my senses, took my seat which was facing her’s without looking at her eyes. Miss Karen stared outside the window, “Good weather, isn’t it? I suddenly looked outside and she’s right, the skies were clear and the sun s.h.i.+nes prettily.
I took a glimpse of her. Her expression is blank and is still looking far away.
“Why are you looking outside?” I asked.
“You’re comfortable this way.” She’s right. “How do you feel right now?” She asked, we’re still looking outside.
“I’m fine.” I’m really trying to. Even though I’m so tired of acting like I’m fine, and trying to forget the truth, I’m just not happy. I want someone to look in my eyes and see how I really feel.
“There are really some times when the things our mouth is saying didn’t match our feelings.” I suddenly glanced at her but I averted it again to the window.
So, she can sense it.
“My life is dreadfully boring.”
“Why did you say so?”
“Doing the same things every day sucks.”
“Then, why are you still here?”
“To study. You said life is not fair enough for those lazy and stupid.”
“You think so.”
“Can we make it short? It’s pointless.” It’s funny, since we’re conversing without looking at each other. We’re talking to one another while gazing at the beauty of the outside view.
“Why?”
“Students hate counselling like this, talking about senseless things.”