 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
“Morning.” Ash muttered in professor Kazmi’s general direction. It was not implied in her response that it was a GOOD morning... in fact it kinda implied the opposite. But Ash was pretty sure that it was the morning, which was why ‘morning’ was the perfect greeting. Because it was the morning, get it? Ha ha.
You know what else was funny? In an awful kind of way? The question. Her least favorite part of flying. What a cruel joke. Well, Ash refused to answer. Her answer had probably spread around the WHOLE ENTIRE CASTLE by now, and she wasn’t going to talk about it. It was nobody else’s business what she thought the worst part of flying was. She remained coldly silent, and pretended to be ‘deep in thought’ or whatever, which wasn’t very far from the truth. She also gave subtle nods to Heath and Claudine (her friends that she didn’t hate), so that they would think she was totally fine. That was... maybe a little bit more of a lie.
Life was a joke and she was the punchline, wasn’t that true? Internally, Ash was laughing at the irony of it all. But externally, she was ‘daydreaming’. She took extra care to look sad and unfocused, because that usually meant people would leave her alone. She wanted them all to leave her alone. Mostly so that she could keep doing her own thing, but also because most people were mean. She just wanted to get to the flying part of the lesson and leave the almost-crying part behind. It didn’t really seem like that would happen anytime soon though. Sigh. |