The Last Luna: Chapter Seven

FIRST….

I woke up at exactly five o’clock. It was way too early for the subject, but I want to make a letter since I slept early last night. I opened my desk and searched for a nice parchment paper and a sign pen. Ceira was still sleeping under her pillows, so I tried to lessen the unnecessary movements on my table. I opened the lamp on my left side and started to think on what to write.

Hi Grandpa. I wrote. How are you? Please say Amelia that the breakfast here sucks. Tell Mike that they make us walk in the woods. Physically and mentally, I am not fine here. Socially, I think I made a small circle of good friends. I already miss you. Please tell Aunt Nathalie that I love her and every night, I prayed for Nathaniel to be normal. And Grandpa how was the wine? I love you all. Send my regards to everyone. P.S. Do you know Brian Middleton? Love, -Lynette.

I read the letter again. It lacks emotion. I folded the paper and threw it on the trash can.

To my dearest grandfather,

How are you? I am not doing well here in Lady Eve Academy. I hate the food. The breakfast was not nutritious and there is no lunch. There is lunch, but just bread! Horrible. The dinner was quite good, except that the dessert is not sweet. It’s not ordinary, like you said. But I think I’ll be in great danger if you still insist for me to stay here. But if that’s what you want, I’ll obey it. I love you Grandpa. Please tell Amelia that I missed my old blanket. Do tell Mike that the teachers, especially Lucia Poll make us walk every day in the woods. And please Grandpa, tell Aunt Nathalie that I already made friends, and I am on Room 5 with Ceira Ishikawa. She was a Japanese, but she’s a good English speaker. She’s kind and beautiful, but sometimes she is noisy. But that’s okay, she’s funny and freak, I think. Notify Nathaniel that I always pray for him to be normal. I miss you all, grandfather. Send my regards to every one.

P.S. Do you recognize Brian Middleton? I hate his daughter. We’re not friends.

Love,
Lynette Marie van Dross

I read it again. It’s good. I’ll think grandfather will be surprise, especially with what I wrote about the food. I think he’s gonna pull me out of here. Great job, Lynette.

“Problems, Lynette?”, Ceira asked. I think I woke her up.

“No. I am sorry. I think I woke you up.”, I said.

“No, no. It’s okay. I can go back to sleep.”
“Oh. Okay.”, I said, then I thrust the paper back to the desk, turned my lamp off and went back to my bed.

I looked at the sky. It was still dark, and the moon was still visible. I wonder if I can use my power. I went to the bathroom and opened sink. I looked at the flowing water and concentrated.

One.

Two.

Three.

I closed my eyes and place my breathing with the flow of water. Falls. I started to think about falls. I saw one when I was a child. I imagine the water from the falls to be carried by a force upward. Up, up, up and away.

Shit.

I felt a cold fluid on my face. Water. From the sink. Damn.

I immediately closed the sink. Then I went on the corner to ask myself. “I did make it, right?”

Since I am already wet, I opened the sink in the tub and watched the water again. I tried to imagine the water from a hot spring in Japan. Warm, warm, and warm. I placed my hands on the tub.

“Ouch!”, I cried. The water is freaking hot! Boiling, I think.

“What’s the matter?”, Ceira jumped out of her bed as she asked me. Panicking, she kicked the door and went straight to me.

“What the hell happened on your hands?”, she added.

“Nothing. I’m okay.”

She stared at the boiling water on the tub.

“You, made this?”, she questioned. She was not looking at me, she’s still staring at the boiling water.

“Yeah. I only tried my power. But believe me, I wanted it to be just warm, just like your hot springs in Japan.”

“Some of the natural springs, yes.”, she said.

“Really?”

“Of course. But how did you do it?”

“I imagined something. Like a falls and the hot spring.”

“No. Not that. I mean, how come? It is already morning.”

“But there’s still the moon.”

“No. No.”

“Of course. I already peeked to the window and saw the moon. I promised!”

She stood up and went to the window.

“Strange.”, she whispered.

“Why?”

“London shouldn’t see moon at this time. The land, especially here in Hidden London was inclined on a degree wherein the moon was only visible during seven in the night to three in the morning.”

“Do you think we should report it?”, I asked.

“No. No. I think Miss Aylett already knew it.”

“Why?”

“She’s the Luna.”, she said.

“She is?”, I asked..

‘I thought I already told you that, Lynette.”

“Really? Perhaps, I did just forget about it. Gomenasai.”, I said.

“Apology accepted. Come on. Let’s have a breakfast.”

It was early, since Lucia hasn’t still ringing her bell. But I followed Ceira. The hall was still empty, but we tried to sit on the front seats on the middle table. It was still dark, but thanks to the candles that lighten the vestibule.

After an hour of waiting, the other students were already seated on their seats. The maids, ten in all, entered while carrying a tray and they placed it on our fronts respectively. I just noticed that there are no teachers joining the breakfast with us, unlike what they did last night. Lucia was busy inspecting our room, surveying of there are any superfluous mess left on the area. Meanwhile, every student had already said their prayers and was busy eyeing the breakfast. Mashed potatoes, broiled fish, banana, oolong tea, and a white bread. How nutritious.

“I hate the foods.”, Ceira murmured.

“I agree.”, I said.

“Why don’t they serve sushi, or tempura, or miso soup? I am craving for it.”

“Miso is really healthy. If you have enough guts, please tell Lucia about that.”

“Sure.”, she replied. And we don’t talk for 10 minutes solid.

After the not-that-nice-again-breakfast, Ceira and I went back to our room to get ready for our class. Surprisingly, there are clothes on our beds! Saints, so this is what Lucia did when we are taking our breakfast!

“Blazer! Great! It was really cold, and we need this! Great job, oldie.”, Ceira said. She is holding a black blazer; fully lined Polyester Blazer comes with gold buttons and patch pockets. We have two blazers each.

“Sweaters?”, I asked. There are blazers, so we don’t exactly need sweaters. Weird.

“It’s cute! Look. I got a yellow one, like my color!”. Ceira disagreed as she picks up the bloody sweater on her bed. I examined mine. A cardigan- A Girls V-neck Cardigan Sweater, Long Sleeve, No Pockets, and, it’s green. Lucia gave us two.

“An Oxford Blouse?”, I asked when I picked up a white, Long Sleeve, Button Down Collar blouse. There are five in all.

“Jumper?”, I asked.

“I thought we are to wear skirts.”

“But it’s also a skirt.”

“I love skirt.”
“You do?”

“Yeah. But I only wear them occasionally since I am obliged to wear kimono.”

“Oh. But this is good”, I said while holding the black jumper. I cleared my throat.

“What are you doing?”

“Listen and learn.”, I said.
“V-Neck Pleated Jumper . The v-neck jumper has all the requirements needed for school; a traditional look, permanent pleats and a hidden side zipper with button closure.”

“What the hell was that? You copied Lucia’s bloody voice! Creepy!”, Ceira said and we both burst with giggles.

“Three jumpers. Not bad.”

“Yeah.”

“Move on to the next!”

“Socks!”. Ceira yelled.

“Black. Holy, and the shoe! Look!”, I said, pulling a box of shoes under our bed. Nice, Lucia.

“What’s that?”, Ceira asked.

“What?”

“Those. The box on our tables! Let’s see!”

“Sure.”

We opened the pink box on our tables. The box was cute, but the things inside were better! It was an accessory box, with a hunter adjustable crisscross tie with pearl snap, a hair tie, a headband and a dark hair scrunchie.

“Lucia has a taste.”, Ceira said.

“Yeah. I think I already like her. I’ll go for a bath.”

“Sure.”

I grabbed my towel and went straight to the bathroom. Once again, I opened the valve and touched the water. Cold. It was freaking cold. I wonder if I can control the water’s temperature.


Of course you can’t. There’s no moon in the morning. Hell.

I did not soak myself on the tub. Instead, I found a small towel on the cabinet of the bathroom and used it as a sponge for my body. After cleaning, I reached for my school uniforms. I wore the Oxford Blouse first, and it fitted me perfectly. I wore the jumper second, and the length was right on my knee. The tie was just to wear, and it is adjustable. The pair of black socks was also comfortable, and so the shoes are. I only spent five minutes in the bathroom, plus an extra five minutes after drying and doing my hair. I put a cute ribbon on the right side of my hair.

“Too young.”, I heard myself saying.

I removed the ribbon and went with the scrunchie.

“Too old.”, I told myself again.

I brushed my hair again, and I placed the green headband on my head.

“Perfect.”, I whispered.

I went out of the bathroom and look at Ceira, waiting for her judgement.

“Perfect for a fist day, girl!”, she said happily.

“You can do the same, minna-san!”, I said back.

“Yeah. So, you’ll wait for me or-”

“I’ll wait for you.” Actually, there is still 45 minutes before the first subject. While Ceira was taking a bath, I opened my cabinet and searched for a school bag. When I already found one, I placed the books (delivered with the uniforms), two pens, a pencil and a notebook inside it.

“I’m over.”, Ceira said.

“You’re fast.”

“I’m a bit excited. I can’t wait to see oldie stretching her legs so up high.”

We both collapsed in laughing. I handed her all her stuffs and she placed it on her shoulder bag. After five more minutes of praying, we went straight down to the school building.

We weren’t the fist one. Alexa Mere, Bernice Middleton, Rachel McAdams, Cecilia Bramantya (an Indonesian) and Mathilda Stevens were already sitting on the floor of the ballet studio. We sit far from them, though I wish I can drag Alexa here on our place. It’s obvious that Bernice is bullying her. That ambitious girl. That witch! Villain!

“Where are the others?”, a scary voice asked on our back.

“Uhm. They are. . . . on the way.”, I answered carefully.

“Good.”, she said. She wasn’t wearing any ballerina suit, instead she wore her long petticoat skirt and her blouse, with her gray hair tied on her back.

“She really looks like an oldie.”, Ceira whispered.

“Yeah.”, I replied.

The class started when the other three students came. They sat on our front. As of what I’ve expected, Miss Lucia just gave us some notes about ballet – the history, the famous ballerinas, the clothes needed and of course, the advantages of knowing how to raise your leg or twist yourself to make a lovely swan. The time was running very slowly, Ceira thought, so instead of listening, she sewed her socks and embroidered a pig. I don’t know if she’s telling the truth, but she said that she loves pig, because they bring good fortune.
Lucia doesn’t seem no notice silly Ceira. She’s just talking about how ballet change one’s life and how ballet can help young ladies like us to pick a very nice gentleman or just a good house.

After 45 minutes firm, we all proceed to Room A, where Lady Historia was waiting, and she’s holding a globe.

“Good morning, every one.”, she greeted without any expression. Miss Historia was surely a geek, based from her eyeglasses and her pimples, and her bad posture and her snuggled teeth! But I think, she was great, because she made Bernice stand in front of the whole class and recite all the countries in Asia! Bernice’s face was so red, because she doesn’t know the answer to the teacher’s question. After the class, she told us that she just really hate Asia and she doesn’t care about the bloody countries that belong on the continent. Ceira called her dumb and stupid cow and they were to begin a fight when Miss Modelst came, the Geography teacher.

She is quite fat, her hair was blonde and her cheeks are like pillows. She’s wearing an extra large school dress. She has a husky voice and a jolly personality. She did not discuss on the first day; instead, she just made us introduced ourselves. I told them that I lived with my grandfather when I was ten and under the guidance of Amelia Seal. I did not tell them about my deceased parents and my newly known family.

The next subject was a curse. Miss Shakesmeare, our Mathematics teacher, made us write the complete multiplication table from 1 to 100 in the whole 45 minutes class. Fortunately, all of us finished the work and none of us cleaned the entire room.

The lunchtime was good. The cafeteria was just on the first floor of the school building. If you can still remember, there is a long table that made the floor to look like a lobby. The goods and the breads were on the table, and a tall girl was distributing us whatever we wanted.

After an hour, the next class started. It was Foreign Languages. The teacher, Miss Yan was very kind and she just examined us, especially Ceira and Cecilia if we already knew how to speak English. We passed and she gave us some sweet, fortune cookies.

Another forty-five minutes passed, and we went to Room C, the art room. Miss Thomas was sitting on her chair on her table was the face paints. She told us to form a partner and each partner to get a tray of paint and design something on each partner’s face. Ceira was my partner. She drew calligraphy of my name on my face with a background of mountain and heaven. Meanwhile, I painted the rose garden of my grandmother. Miss Thomas praised our works and we went back to Room A.

Miss Powell was already circling the room and placing some papers on each desk when we arrived. It was a poem made by Robert Frost. She told us to memorize it because tomorrow, she will pick some lucky three students that will recite the poem in front.

Music, the next subject was fun. Miss del Mercado made a dramatic entrance. She was carrying a guitar and she was singing “Aloha, my dear ones!”, and something like “Can I be a friend?”, or somewhat. She was funny and energetic. And I think, of all the teachers, she has the second prettiest face, because Miss Aylett got the first.

The whole day was a mixture of fun and excitement and terror. When Ceira and I came back to our room, I buried myself on my bed and take a short nap. When I woke up, Ceira was dancing a Japanese dance, with her parasol on right hand.

“Yo!”, she said.

“What’s this?”, I asked when I saw another black box on my feet.

“That’s what we’ll wear later.”

“Later?”

“You forgot? We still have a class with Miss Aylett this night.”

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry.”

“That’s ok. Open yours! I am excited!”

“Have not you opened yours!”

“I have. But sometimes, the box contains different things inside it! Open, open, open it Lynette!”

“Sure, sure. Hang on!”, I said. I removed the ribbon that contained my name and opened the box.

“Trousers?”, I asked.

“Yeah. I also have one. Same black.”

“And a note?”

“Read it, read it!”

“Lynette. Good day! I hope your classes were good. Enclosed with this letter were your trousers that you will use for your evening classes with me, of course. Please partnered it with any of your comfortable tops and pinnacled it with the cardigan that Lucia gave you. I am expecting to see you, together with your friends on the building in the middle of the woodland. Love, Elmira Aylett.”

“Wow! The first one was just different from me!”

“Course it’s your name, Ceira!”

“Aha!”
“What time is it?”

“It’s already six, dinner time.”

“Did Lucia-”

Lucia’s bell interrupted my quote. We hurried to the hall. Miss Aylett was not there. Nine of the students still wear their uniforms, and Bernice was an exception. She was wearing a not-so-conservative dress.

“What’s with the clothes?”, Rachel asked.

“Shut up. I need to be beautiful, because the students of St. Nicholas Academy will be here later on our evening class!”, she said, enjoying the spotlight.

“St. Nicholas?”, every one, including me, murmured.

“How did you know?”, Cecilia asked on her Indonesian accent.

“Pretty knew everything.”, Bernice replied. She’s projecting.

We didn’t respond after she said that. We ate our food silently, though some of the students were still murmuring and whispering about the star students of that all boys’ academy. The dinner was over and it was now the time for us to change and proceed to the woods. The hunter cardigan of mine was really comfortable, and it suited me the best.

The way to the woods was not as dark as the sky. The moon was clearly visible, so Bernice and her other club members used their powers to put a flame on the torch on the trees. When we pulled in the building, Miss Aylett was already on the door and other five students were on her back. Males, I think.

“Oh my god, they’re here.” I heard a girl said on her small voice.

“Welcome, girls.”, Miss Elmira greeted us. We smiled back.

“My Heavenly Maiden!”, a familiar voice shouted from Miss Aylett’s back. He had a black hair and pair of golden eyes, and he’s really memorable. I wonder who he is.

“Heavenly Maiden!”, he shouted again. He was running towards me. He hugged me with his full force.

“Nii-sama!”, Ceira shouted. Nii-sama?

“Ceiron?”, I asked.

“Oh. You forgot about me, heavenly maiden! I’m hurt!”,he said, still not letting me go. I had a chance to see Bernice’s face when I moved my face away from him. Bernice’s mouth twitched. Haha. I already grabbed your spotlight. All the people were looking at us now.

“Nii-sama, let go of my angel! Don’t you lay your hands on her! Let her go! You’re killing her!”, Ceira complain as she disconnected his brother’s body from my body.

“Ceira-kun!”, he said.

“Kun? Is it best to address your younger sister with kun! I hate you, oniisan!”, Ceira said.

“Stop it!”, Bernice shouted. She regained her spotlight. She’s wearing her red cardigan, but she did not use the buttons to close it. Instead, she tied a belt on her waist, to emphasize her curves.

“Children.”, Miss Aylett said sweetly. We looked to her. An admirable man was on her back. He has a bronze hair and he is tall.

Shit.

Nathaniel?

“Oh. Hi.”, Bernice said, stepping on her front. She raised her hand.

Nathaniel kissed her hand!

I want to rip her head off!

“You’re as lovely as the evening, Lady.”, he said. Bernice hide her face with her fan. Where the hell did her fan came from, by the way?

But Nathaniel wasn’t looking at her. His azure pair of eyes was looking on a girl with brown, wavy hair, with a pair of emerald eyes, with hunter green cardigan and is between Ceira and Ceiron.

He’s looking at his long lost cousin.

This day was tremendous. First day of school, first day of evening class, and first day of this feeling: I really want to rip Bernice’s head off! This day is the first, first time of this feeling!

It’s like someone was telling me to move and kill Nate. I don’t know. It’s either jealousy, or the fact that I knew that Nathaniel owned the most powerful color of eye: the blue pair. He’s the only Sylph. And he can be the next Luna.