THESE HIDDEN WINGS

[61.1] WEARY

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Harvest's bed. That sounded downright weird. It was a place I swore to myself I would never return to

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I YAWNED AS we walked into the hallways, leaving behind the murmur of my fellow students, some passing by us, allowing me to catch their conversations of how much Mr. Ogustus would be missed.

I watched them pass us by taking a good look at each one of them.

It would be the last time I would probably see any of them at the same time in the same place. I spotted Naaka's signature afro disappear down the hallway with her friends, and I smiled my eyes settling on David, walking away too, this time all alone, disappearing into the crowd.

A feeling of sadness settled with me probably because I had just started getting comfortable around them but starting next week, I would be put in another room full of strangers, and there would be new people that would give me 'the look' when they found out I couldn't talk.

One thing that also scared me was how on earth I would pull off fitting into everything.

If Colors class was like the gold class we had seen in the Crystal Tower, where everyone was required to use their Dilect, then my stay on Kingsland would be cut short. Reds were magical users, I knew nothing about magic, and nothing would happen if I tried to cast a spell-like Raskei.

I didn't know the language of the Unspoken or whatever.

To make matters worse, I had another problem.

Harvest.

Above all people, he was the one that was on to me. He desired I tell him my secret and that would be the only way he would let me be. But I couldn't risk it, I couldn't risk my mother's safety as well as my own just because I was scared of the Convert.

I was not brave, that was for sure. In a week I regretted doing a whole lot of things and I had been on the brink of death. But I would risk the world for my parents, besides, he said he wouldn't hurt me because he couldn't risk a prime breathing down his back.

That meant I was kind of safe right?

Right?

I breathed out, a shallow scowl forming on my features. I was doomed. There were just so many things that could go wrong, that HAVE already gone wrong.

I could feel my head starting to spin and all this thinking made me weary. I found myself yawning again, covering my mouth as Claire began to talk. I noticed her shoulders were slightly hunched as she walked, and her demeanor was cloudy.

"I'm going to miss him," she sighed, pulling her backstrap tighter over her shoulder. I nodded at the statement, suddenly feeling even lower myself. My eyes shifted down the length of the hallway, grunting in reply.

"I can't think of anyone who could replace him," she continued, "Next week's going to be..." she trailed off, her eyes falling as she paced beside me.

I could see it in her. That feeling of starting something new felt scary and overwhelming. Origins Class had felt more like Pre-school, where making friends was easy.

But now it felt like we were entering our first year of high school which we kind of were, the only difference was this kind of high school was filled with supernaturals of all types.

We had no idea how on earth we were going to fit in when we were finally integrated into the rest of our color. My hands scribbled over the blank page of my notebook, handing it over to her as we walked.