Mundane Mornings.
Chapter 1
I stare out the windows of this cafeteria, another day in this luck luster of a school. Another three months, and I will graduate. I wish Hunter could have sent me to the private school which I wanted but, my mother said no. She did not want to rely on his money. I would miss my close friend Barbara; I just feel like my brain is not getting any work out here.
I am aware that I am of high intelligence, I have been offered the honor society several times. I will never accept it no matter how many times they praise me, offer me college funding or recognition awards. I understand being a part of the club is supposed to a wonderful experience. It will never been on my horizon. Why? The other club members are upstart twats. Those kids love to parade around as if they own the school, and everyone else is useless nobodies that lack brains.
The only person who I like in that club is Barbara, she is humble like me, and just uses the club to better her chances at college acceptance. I know that Barbara got her acceptance due to her family. They are influential in the local government, her father serves on Parliament, and her mother’s side of the family is an old wealthy family from several hundred years ago. I learned that her entire family has been involved in the clubs in this school. Nepotism does make the world go round regrettably.
I know how some of these “high society” children see me. My mother has no known status except for dating my stepfather, Hunter Eldridge. It makes me burn with ire when I hear their snotty comments. My mother has no idea how much it can hurt to be called a “bastard” child. Worse, to my knowledge I have no other living family besides her. I have never been able to learn who my father is. I have however, become content being Hunters stepdaughter. He is the father I feel I have been waiting for.
I wait at the table for Barbara to enter the cafeteria, becoming consumed in my thoughts, and trying not to spend another day depressed.
I am feeling restless. my mind is too unoccupied. I decide to concentrate on my Spanish class coming up, I pray my heart will stop racing and my mind will find peace. Spanish should be easy; I am good with languages. It comes natural to me. One time, I found myself speaking Romanian and I am still baffled how I knew the language. I have never studied Romanian language or culture.
I start to feel a presence again in my mind. "Molly, Molly!" God, here we go again, when will this voice in my head leave me alone?
"Ouch, well that hurt!" the voice says sarcastically I shake my head "get out of my head!"
She purrs "Sorry, girl, cannot do that, I am a part of you" I scoff
"No, you're not you're a delusion that keeps plaguing me" She snorts
"Yeah, okay, denial apparently, everything will become clear on your birthday" I cannot understand what this being is saying.
"What are you talking about?" all I hear is silence as if she has left.
I look up to see Barbara coming over to sit down. We are the only ones who sit at this table. I am not in the classification of a loser, I have various friends just, they are sadly not in this lunch period with us.
"Oh my God, I thought Math was never going to end!"
"You are lucky, I had Chemistry with Mr. Dunn"
"What are you talking about? Mol, you do so well in every subject, I cannot understand why you do not just join honors. You are already the first choice for Valedictorian if you did not know" we both laugh.
I had my suspicions, her confirming it does not surprise me. I look at my food
"Barb, you know why, I can't stand half of the girls or guys in that group, they are pompous snobs, who think they rule the world."
"well, I don't know about the rule the world part but, I agree they are pains in the arse"
"Bethany does," I tell her
"That's because technically, her family lineage dates back to the nobles of that era"
"Yeah, I don't want to imagine our country still in a monarchy where she could have the rights to be queen for real," Barbara rolls her eyes.
Just as we are talking, they eye our table and look at us with a smile and nod. We are the only ones who they acknowledge because Barb is in the club, and everyone knows I should be. I faintly smile and turn my head away doing my best to ignore their prissy arse’s.
"Come on, let's get out of this room before they feel bold enough to sit down and chat," I tell her, she nods in agreement.
we stand to walk out of the cafeteria.