Whatever Remains by T. Richardosn (beautiful books to read .TXT) 📕

smiled greatly and began to write on the board.


Twelve o’clock began to come around again and at the time that I’d miss lunch. I sighed as most of the others were heading to the cafeteria and I was heading into the principal’s office for more of a discussion. I hated having to deal with this. I wondered if my dad even knew about it now. I went by the office but heard voices. I guess I could just barge in, it was my time to talk anyway.
I opened the door and Glytherin’s and the principal’s eyes were on me. “Sit Lea-Orphelia,” I did. “Why are you here again?” he asked Glytherin.
“Because,” he said. “I found a lock of hair glued to my apple; do you not find a lock of hair glued to your lunch disgusting? I’d rather eat leftovers from a garbage can than eat here.”
The principal rolled his eyes. “You’re over reacting, let me see the apple.” He said. Glytherin pulled out the apple from his pocket. There it was, a lock of hair was cut and was stuck to the apple with its apple juice.
I made a face. This was truthfully unappetizing. “We’ll talk about this later, I’m having another meeting.” The principal said.
“About what? Is anything more important than lacking hygiene?”
The principal nodded. “Does murder not sound important to you son?”
Glytherin's eyes revealed surprise. “Oh, what about murder?” he looked towards me now.
“I told you this before; this is why I had to come back.” I said it aloud with the principal confused wondering. Come back from where?
Glytherin nodded. “I didn’t think it was so serious, sorry. Who murdered who?”
“Well,” the principal said. “At a school dance, this girl-Orphelia-was said to have killed a very popular boy named Matthew, it’s said she killed him with a drink, most likely poison. If she wants to be safe from court, she has to prove that she didn’t do it.” I nodded thinking about this. How much longer did I have? What day was it anyway? Friday? It felt like a boring and terrible Monday.
“Matthew?” Glytherin repeated. “Can we talk?” he asked me.
I nodded. “What?”
He pointed to the door. “Out there.” He said.
“May I be excuse for five minutes?” I asked. The principal nodded. I opened the door and Glytherin came out after me. “What’s wrong?” I asked. He ignored my question.
“At the dance, did you wear a-something, perhaps, green? Light green?” I smiled.
“Yeah, how’d you know?” I thought for a second. “Do most fairies wear green? I’ve seen Tinkerbell millions of times, I’m just wondering---”
He shook his head. “I was at that dance.” He declared. My mind went immediately silent of all the thoughts I could’ve been thinking, I didn’t even listen to the meanings of the words anymore, just the sound of it coming from his mouth.
“The party was only for students.” I said.
He nodded. “I know. But not everyone follows the rules, you know that.” I shook my head. It was impossible to get into a dance like that without having a ticket. “I was wearing a mask!” he yelled silently. “A black mask! You took a drink from me and I told you not to drink it! Then you ran out."

“You’re so clueless,” Matthew said laughing, “that it’s adorable.” A boy beside him was wearing a black mask and pouring some punch into a paper cup and was handing something to Matthew. I took it from his hands. “Uh… excuse me,” the guy said. I ignored him. “Don’t drink that!” Sympathetic, that’s what Matthew said was what he called his feelings for me. “I faked the date, there’s no one coming for you.” Then I ran away.

I gasped. “You gave me the drink!” I whispered loudly. “You poisoned Matthew! Not me!” I said pointing myself. Anger filled me. “Why were you trying to poison him!?”
Glytherin shrugged and then thought better of it. “I wasn't,” he said. “Anyway, the poison was for someone else, not him, I just needed to find the right drink to hide black poison in, and my first spot was there, at the party.”
“Who was the poison for?” I asked. He didn’t answer. “You need to tell them I didn’t do it.” I said. “You need to tell them you did, I’ve been going crazy, say it was an accident, they’ll probably believe you, and it’ll be fine.” He shook his head as the light lit dimly on him.
“I’d love to, I’m telling you, but they won’t understand, they’ll be asking why I carry poison, why I set it in my drink, why I was at a school party when I wasn’t enrolled yet, they’ll ask me if I tried to kill myself, then I’ll have to take classes for depression!”
I blanked out and staggered backwards and received balance again. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I can’t live like that.” Did he even care how I would spend some of my life living if I didn’t gain proof?
“That’s not...nice,” I said painfully, knowing that the word 'nice' shouldn't have been used by a fifteen year old. “You aren’t a nice person. I’d thank me right now for taking the blame even though I haven’t done so yet. I thought maybe you’d do this to be nice but you can’t even go that far. I can lose all of my money and be poor. Once you see me poor, I don’t know if you’ll want to help, but if you do, there'll be more complications than there already are.”
I realized my voice had been wavering. My eyes had become red and weary and tears were falling.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Go back to lunch!” I yelled. I slammed the office door open and slammed it closed behind me trying to put on a smile but there was no way if I was crying like this. I began to sob. “What’s wrong Lea?”
“Stop calling me Lea!” I yelled. “My name isn’t Lea! It’s Orphelia! I was named Orphelia…!”


I was walking on my way to the ballet studio so I could finally tell my teacher that I had quit now. I would miss ballet and all but it was fine with me. I wanted to do other things. I wanted to try new things. I’d gotten over my afternoon tantrum and was back on track. I breathed deeply for a while after that as my guidance counselor did nothing at all. She was the best, every kid didn’t want to be helped but fix themselves on their own.
I walked down the rocky sidewalk and fixed my eyes into the stone. I looked at the angle the sun glared on it. I was going through so much, I wish I could stop going in trances and Glytherin would just tell them once and for all. It would’ve been a lot easier but a lot harder for him. To me, I thought he was sensitive, from how much I knew him now. I couldn’t tell, maybe he was sensitive, maybe he wasn’t. But I knew he was a warrior, his name was based on it. If I was a warrior, which I was, I’d stand up for others and take them out of their misery. I had already been due to stand in war from the queens orders. She dressed me in rose thorns and the scars were still there but it seemed that no one ever really noticed.
I stood at the front door. Everyone was loaded up in their tutus or their baggy shorts and long shirts. I stepped inside with my bag on my back. Ms. Alberry put an eye on me and then looked around.
“Where’s Glytherin?” she asked. I was hesitant to answer.
“That’s the thing,” I said. “We’re both quitting.” I looked down at my feet feeling the stares of everyone in the room and I tried to disregard it, tried to lock it away. I looked to the side of the room where Amanda stood still looking at me with that silly look on her face, a look of evilness, regret, and a plain apologetic look that got guys all the time whenever she cheated. I looked back at my teacher.
“Why are you leaving us? You’ve been here so long.” I nodded and tried to cheat a smile through my fake lips. I shook my head. “I know,” I said. “I’ve been going through some things that I have to get fixed and I wouldn’t be able to come anyway, so…” I scrunched my nose.
Behind me the door opened, to Glytherin. All of the eyes went to him now. He looked astonished. “Is everything alright?” he asked. I stepped through the door leaving giving him an angry look.
“I’m sorry!” he yelled right before the door closed. I heard it open again. I clutched onto my bag fiercely as I walked faster away.
I felt a tug on my arm pulling me the other direction. He was bringing me into the studio now. Eyes went to me. What was he doing?
“Listen,” he said. “I want you all to pass this on, I have accidentally

killed Matthew, it was my entire fault and it was just an accident. There you go.” He looked at me now and let go. “Are you happy?”
“Very.” I stormed out again. This time, he didn’t follow me. He had also acted like killing Matthew had been no big deal either.
I walked around the corner to where my house would be. Right before I ran onto my street, a woman popped up in front of me. She was a very old woman with wrinkles covering each and every face feature.
“Help me!” she yelled. She held a baby up in front of me. “My child!” she yelled. “He’s having trouble breathing! Fix him, fix him with a spell!” What was she talking about?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about ma’am.” I said apologetically. “I can’t fix children with spells.”
She shook her head. “I’m not going crazy! I know you can fix him, I know you can, you have to!” I shook my head. She put the child in my hands. I had trouble carrying it. For a moment, nothing happened.