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"Miss Deus, your One O'clock is going to be held in the gym today. The dance room is being closed because it's being repainted, but it WILL be open by tomorrow."
"Thank you, Tiffiny, you're such a useful girl." Quieta said, ruffling Tiffiny's hair a little asthe two walked down the hallway. Tiffiny smiled up at Quieta.
"It's no problem, miss Deus. Just being able to be around you is thanks enough." She said with another smile. Quieta checked her watch. Still had about five minutes until class started.
"Be a dear and go check what they're serving for lunch today. If it's anything fatty I'm going tohave to go out for lunch."
"Yes, ma'am!"
And with that, Tiffiny sprinted down the hall to the lunchroom. Quieta continued down the hallwayin silence, her five lackeys close behind her.
The gym for dance class... how uncivilized. Oh well, the room needed painting anyway... Quieta thought to herself. Her One O'clock was, of course, her dance class. Quieta sighed as her thoughts moved onto other things. That damned dream... I can't stop thinking about it...
Last night, Quieta had a very odd dream indeed. She was standing on a barren wasteland in the most ridiculous outfit. There were others, there, too. All of them were wearing at least slightly similar uniforms, the main difference of them being the colors.
They seemed to be using some kind of powers to fight a large monster, it looked like a hundred pounds of Jell-O on steroids. Quieta was there, too, but she wasn't helping the fight. Instead, she was leaning against a wall of rock, just watching. The Jell-O thing was winning the battle.
Suddenly, one of the girls fighting the thing was hit, and sent flying backwards. She landed on the ground close to Quieta. At least one of her ribs had to be broken, she was coughing up blood.
"...Hypnos...." she choked out, looking at Quieta directly. "Why didn't... you help us?"
Quieta just looked down at the dying girl.
"...I may be one of you," she said, with a voice of ice "But I fight for my own reasons. This is your battle, you got yourselves into this mess, I see no reason for me to bail you out. This battle isnot my concern."
The girl looked at her sadly.
"...Then... you are no better then _them._"
And with that, the girl died, and Quieta awoke.
It's probably nothing... I must have eaten too much shaved ice before bed, that's all. she said to herself. She couldn't get the dream out of her mind, though. The sad look on that girl's face before she died... it frightened Quieta. What frightened her more, though, was the fact that when she was in thedream, she didn't care that the girl died.
...it's not my problem. It's just a dream, and if that girl died, it was probably because she was careless and sloppy. She thought to herself, pushing the image out of her mind and brushing some hair from her eyes.
"Quieta, hi, I didn't think you were coming to school today..."
Quieta glanced to her side to see Glenn walk up beside her, flashing that charming smile that mademost girls melt.
"And why did you think an idiotic thing like that?" Quieta asked coldly, still keeping her head looking forward, ignoring Glenn's passes at her.
"Oh, it's just that when you blew up at the substitute dance teacher yesterday and called him a blithering idiot in front of the whole class... I just assumed that maybe you wouldn't come to schooltoday to avoid him."
"He's the slobbering fool, not me, so why should I be the one to leave?"
"You're right about that." Glenn said with a slight laugh. Quieta stopped and gave him a cold glarewith her eyes of ice.
"I'm _ALWAYS_ right."
And with that, she turned and briskly continued to her class, leaving Glenn standing alone in the hallway.