- Jan 13, 2017
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Olive was really dreading today.
As the tiny Fae swung from the many trees that lined the sidewalk to the school, her mind focused on a sense of uneasiness, a shiver, a sense of something is about to go awry. She didn't know why. By all means, it should have been a perfect, worry-free day. But she felt the trepidation in her stomach that didn't seem to have an end. So, what was wrong with her and these shivers?
BRRRRING! went the school bell, just as she propelled herself through the tiny crack in the door, unnoticed by everyone as she made her way to math class. Maybe that was it - she had the misfortune of having Math first thing in the morning today. Such evil numbers, though it was nothing against the teacher. Even the teacher must have hated those numbers at some point! Or maybe, she was going to be discovered. Skipping class after that one phone call earlier that month... that seemed like a big no-no. This was not Mama or Papa's home classes, where she learned about nature and was free to take breaks. How stupid this was, to even begin to describe the huge building.
Oh no - thinking of Mama's classes back home reminded Olive. She had no idea how they were, if they were okay....
Olive was really dreading today.
"Ms. Olive Castelli?" the teacher called out as she swung inside the rather large classroom, everyone seemingly have arrived already. Her desk was the only empty one, which earned a grimace from Olive.
"HERE!" the long-haired Fae yelled (well, as much as she could), hoping he could hear her. Ugh - sometimes she wished the March Virus would come back, just so she would be bigger again and to have to scream so much...
Then again, she would be sick, and if Mama and Papa came to the island she would have gotten them sick as well, which would not have been nice!
Trying to focus on the board proved to be fruitless, as well - Olive's mind kept drifting back to her parents. It had been a month or two... It was very strange that they had not called her yet. Usually, when they relocated to a place, they would call her or at least contact her with a letter, to say they were alright.
Two over five times five over two.... augh! Concentrate! Or Mama will be disappointed. Papa too! Remember they call soon!
Olive tried her hardest to concentrate....until a sharp BRIIING! BRRRRING! sounded. The teacher picked it up swiftly, and chatted with the caller for a few seconds, before looking back at Olive with the strangest expression - one of knowing pity. Of fear, even. But not fear of her, surely? Was skipping class really that drastic around here? Ohh. She needed to make an effort to not do that, lest Mama be disappointed
"Ms. Castelli? There's a call for you here."
"For me? O-Oh!" And there it was! The call from her parents! They were probably tired of travelling far - maybe that was the reason they didn't contact her. Oooh, maybe they were in Vienna with Aunt Morgana! The tiny Fae sauntered excitedly to the receiver of the phone, making sure to set it just so, as to not be crushed by it. The excitement was evident on her face. This was it! They were probably in Vienna!
"Ciao, mama? Papa?" Olive asked in rapid Italian.
Imagine her shock when the other side spoke with - not the soft, patient, and happy voice of her mother, nor the deep, authoritative tone of her father - but the smooth, tired voice of her Aunt Morgana. Even more proof that her mother and father had moved to Vienna. "Ciao, bella Oliva."
"Dov'e Mama? Dov'e Papa? I'm so excited to talk to them! Is Celeste there? Oh, i hope so! Say hello to Milla for me!" Olive could hardly speak proper Italian, for the speed she was speaking.
There was kind of a tired sigh on the other end, and she heard her Aunt shift around, presumably grabbing or something. A few seconds later, Olive heard another strange thing - sniffling. From her Aunt. Did she have a cold?
That would probably explain the little tremor in her voice, when Aunt Morgana told her, "Oliva, bella. That's not.... it's i-isn't possible," in slow Italian.
"Why not!" Olive insisted, scrunching her eyebrows up. "They're there, right?"
"..."
"Zia Morgana?"
"... Your Mama and Papa.... they returned to the Earth."
Returned to the Earth.
Returned to the Earth?
"Zia Morgana? Why do you lie to me? That is not a funny joke!" She knew her Aunt was one for a dark sense of humor, but tis was a real worry. Why was she lying?
"it's not a joke, bella," Morgana explained, now audibly sobbing on the other side of the phone.
No.
NO.
NO.
NO!
"WHY ARE YOU LYING! I can hear people inside, near you!"
"That is your sister and brother. The rest are all in the Earth now. I am sorry Oliva. I -"
The rest was sobs, on both ends. Olive's mind only shouted "NO! NO! NO! NO!" over, and over, a dizzying chant she never realized she was saying out loud. Well, not saying - she was screaming it, sobbing it, saying it with every inch of her tiny frame. "NO! NO!" Eyes painfully squeezed shut, she tried to return herself to reality, to the real world in which her parents and sisters and brothers were all alive and well and -
It wasn't working. She was outside now, desperately running, desperately tripping, desperately sobbing. And there was no one there. Not her Mama's soft tone. Not her Papa's reassuring one.
No one but her now.
Olive should never have come to class today.
She knew she was dreading today.
As the tiny Fae swung from the many trees that lined the sidewalk to the school, her mind focused on a sense of uneasiness, a shiver, a sense of something is about to go awry. She didn't know why. By all means, it should have been a perfect, worry-free day. But she felt the trepidation in her stomach that didn't seem to have an end. So, what was wrong with her and these shivers?
BRRRRING! went the school bell, just as she propelled herself through the tiny crack in the door, unnoticed by everyone as she made her way to math class. Maybe that was it - she had the misfortune of having Math first thing in the morning today. Such evil numbers, though it was nothing against the teacher. Even the teacher must have hated those numbers at some point! Or maybe, she was going to be discovered. Skipping class after that one phone call earlier that month... that seemed like a big no-no. This was not Mama or Papa's home classes, where she learned about nature and was free to take breaks. How stupid this was, to even begin to describe the huge building.
Oh no - thinking of Mama's classes back home reminded Olive. She had no idea how they were, if they were okay....
Olive was really dreading today.
"Ms. Olive Castelli?" the teacher called out as she swung inside the rather large classroom, everyone seemingly have arrived already. Her desk was the only empty one, which earned a grimace from Olive.
"HERE!" the long-haired Fae yelled (well, as much as she could), hoping he could hear her. Ugh - sometimes she wished the March Virus would come back, just so she would be bigger again and to have to scream so much...
Then again, she would be sick, and if Mama and Papa came to the island she would have gotten them sick as well, which would not have been nice!
Trying to focus on the board proved to be fruitless, as well - Olive's mind kept drifting back to her parents. It had been a month or two... It was very strange that they had not called her yet. Usually, when they relocated to a place, they would call her or at least contact her with a letter, to say they were alright.
Two over five times five over two.... augh! Concentrate! Or Mama will be disappointed. Papa too! Remember they call soon!
Olive tried her hardest to concentrate....until a sharp BRIIING! BRRRRING! sounded. The teacher picked it up swiftly, and chatted with the caller for a few seconds, before looking back at Olive with the strangest expression - one of knowing pity. Of fear, even. But not fear of her, surely? Was skipping class really that drastic around here? Ohh. She needed to make an effort to not do that, lest Mama be disappointed
"Ms. Castelli? There's a call for you here."
"For me? O-Oh!" And there it was! The call from her parents! They were probably tired of travelling far - maybe that was the reason they didn't contact her. Oooh, maybe they were in Vienna with Aunt Morgana! The tiny Fae sauntered excitedly to the receiver of the phone, making sure to set it just so, as to not be crushed by it. The excitement was evident on her face. This was it! They were probably in Vienna!
"Ciao, mama? Papa?" Olive asked in rapid Italian.
Imagine her shock when the other side spoke with - not the soft, patient, and happy voice of her mother, nor the deep, authoritative tone of her father - but the smooth, tired voice of her Aunt Morgana. Even more proof that her mother and father had moved to Vienna. "Ciao, bella Oliva."
"Dov'e Mama? Dov'e Papa? I'm so excited to talk to them! Is Celeste there? Oh, i hope so! Say hello to Milla for me!" Olive could hardly speak proper Italian, for the speed she was speaking.
There was kind of a tired sigh on the other end, and she heard her Aunt shift around, presumably grabbing or something. A few seconds later, Olive heard another strange thing - sniffling. From her Aunt. Did she have a cold?
That would probably explain the little tremor in her voice, when Aunt Morgana told her, "Oliva, bella. That's not.... it's i-isn't possible," in slow Italian.
"Why not!" Olive insisted, scrunching her eyebrows up. "They're there, right?"
"..."
"Zia Morgana?"
"... Your Mama and Papa.... they returned to the Earth."
Returned to the Earth.
Returned to the Earth?
"Zia Morgana? Why do you lie to me? That is not a funny joke!" She knew her Aunt was one for a dark sense of humor, but tis was a real worry. Why was she lying?
"it's not a joke, bella," Morgana explained, now audibly sobbing on the other side of the phone.
No.
NO.
NO.
NO!
"WHY ARE YOU LYING! I can hear people inside, near you!"
"That is your sister and brother. The rest are all in the Earth now. I am sorry Oliva. I -"
The rest was sobs, on both ends. Olive's mind only shouted "NO! NO! NO! NO!" over, and over, a dizzying chant she never realized she was saying out loud. Well, not saying - she was screaming it, sobbing it, saying it with every inch of her tiny frame. "NO! NO!" Eyes painfully squeezed shut, she tried to return herself to reality, to the real world in which her parents and sisters and brothers were all alive and well and -
It wasn't working. She was outside now, desperately running, desperately tripping, desperately sobbing. And there was no one there. Not her Mama's soft tone. Not her Papa's reassuring one.
No one but her now.
Olive should never have come to class today.
She knew she was dreading today.