colorful mondays,

Grace stands in front of the other students. she feels uneasy. at her left is Bark disguised as an English teacher. Mr. Bark asks her to present herself.

"Hello, my name is Grace Green. I am a warrior of high determination." said Grace loud and clear as she looks clearly at Bernard's eyes.

the students of her class assumed that she was just an edge lord. they clap laughing. it has been a long while since the last time they had a new student with them.

Grace walks directly towards Bernard. she grabs him from the collar. Grace kisses him in the forehead in front of everyone sending the whole class into chaos. some are in shock. others are making verbal complains. 

"Since now on you are mine (pet,) and I am yours (master.)" said Grace in a serious tone.

Grace sits next to Bernard. she looks at all the desks. they all have a particular book out. she takes Bernard's book. she tries to read it. another student stands next to her. that is her seat. Grace tells her to go somewhere else. 

"Patricia sit down. stop interrupting," said an angry Mr. Bark.

the girl tries to respond. the teacher repeats himself even more angry. the student finally goes to another seat. then the teacher asks them to open the book on page 72. he then looks at a student that is halfway asleep. the student in question covers his face with the hoody of his gray sweater. it has some barely visible dark stains. the sweater looks old and dusty.

"You! what was your name again? I often forget background faces." said Mr. Bark.

"Timmy sir." said the boy with a feminine soft voice.

"Yeah.  Tomy or whatever is your name read aloud for your classmates." said Mr. Bark loud.

Grace starts to read the book. then she looks at a text that talks about a tyrannic dictator. she gets flashbacks about the time in which Hannes killed her parents. she can taste the iron. the smell of gunpowder. the clouds of dust making resemblances of fog. the warm blood between her fingers running endless as she stands hopeless unable to save those precious to her. the iron silver green eyes of a viper in human costume looking directly at her. the mixture of revolting emotions between rage, pain, horror, dread, fear, anger, distrust, anxiety, sorrow.

Bernard clearly notices her pain. he holds her hand. in a gentle tone by her ear he whispers, "Don't fear. I am here. I will protect you. I won't allow for you to suffer." 

tears fall from her eyes. Grace looks at the boy at her side. she feels comfort on his voice. those words are the precise words she has needed for so long. ever since she lost her parents, she has felt so lost, so gone. and now she feels warmth for once.

in a desk behind them at the opposite corner of the class is Chloe looking at them furiously. she doesn't feel respect for Bernard. he is of no value to her, but like any pet or ornament she can't let another have him. he belongs to her. he is her plaything. the bothersome work that is to find a replacement can't even be put into words.

Jack at her side kisses her forehead. he asks her to not worry. Jack will do anything to make her smile at all times. Jack grabs her hand and caresses it.

Bernard smiles as he feels closer to Grace. it is now that he looks behind to look at Chloe, then he looks at Grace. it is absolute to him now. it is clear. whatever he felt for Chloe is gone. or maybe there was never anything in his heart. or such love couldn't survive under the abuse sustain against the heart and ego.

with Grace it's all so different. he was always doubting his heart about Chloe. but whenever he looks at Grace he can tell for sure, he would die for her. he will give his heart. soul. and body just to make her smile at least once. that is how his overanxious heart feels about her.  

a memory comes knocking on all fours. it is an older memory from the times in which his father used to be alive. it was clear as ever him watching Romeo & Juliet with his parents. it was an older version of the classic. he felt like it was stupid the idea of falling in love so fast. to forget the previous capricious calls of your heart, and to sink so far beyond your reputable ego and self for love. but now it all makes sense. he was the fool all along for not believing. 

Grace is concentrating on the book. it's too engaging to pay attention to her surroundings. Bernard wants to get her attention, so he taps the book a few times with a pencil. he then proceeds to call out her name in a playful manner. in answer to the distraction all she does is to frown in a cute way. 

"You are indisputably adorable. so, freaking adorable." whispers Bernard.

Grace didn't hear him well. she looks at him. she makes a face like a kid that is confuse. there is something about him that makes him look totally miserable. he is like a pest, no more of a pet in need of assistance. Grace feels sorry for him and his entirety of his ancestors. she even pictures his future kids as weak miserable laughable things.

"I don't intend to be cruel, but a part of me can guarantee that your descendants didn't last long out there. maybe for the better." said Grace feeling sorry for Bernard.

"I feel slightly offended, but at the same time, I don't. I had been offended in so many languages, even sign language. offended to such degrees that your statement no matter how brutal somehow sounds nice, and friendly." said Bernard in a monotone tone of voice.

the rest of the class continue like that. for once Bernard was able to notice his fellow classmates who he had often ignored. faces and names he didn't precisely know firsthand. there are a few students he knows from previous years. but among all those students. all those classmates seemed insignificant. unimportant. the world could end, and he wouldn't care about a single one of them. with the exception of Grace. she was the only light in a dark sea.

Bernard was experimenting with new forms of emotions. the idea of being curious about the future was new and fresh. he had never counted the minutes waiting for a lunchbreak unlike the other students, until now. he counted second per second waiting for the moment to be alone with the fairy of his dreams.

if what he was feeling wasn't love, I be damn. then what can be categorize as love.

the windows were open. the strong winds of March send some petals inside the classroom. Bernard observes a pink petal fly above his eyes, and land on top of Grace's head. Bernard sighs as if he was observing something majestic. his heartbeat was loud and clear. 

the root of such pure love couldn't be added to beauty alone. it's true that Grace was gracefully gorgeous like no other. her lips with a light tone of pink. her wavy raven hair. that strong look in her eyes that stops you from opposing her command. she was a true beauty, but she wasn't the only beauty out there. there are many beauties in the world.

what truly casted the curse of love in the heart was something else. a something that didn't have shape or form. there was no way to put into words the sensation he felt the first time he heard her harsh, and somehow gentle voice. there was an awakening of the soul. he felt nude every time he felt her glaring eyes above him. 

so much turbulence a young heart had to experience, and it was just in the beginning of a common ordinary Monday. there is more to come for the rest of the day.

while Grace adapts to her new circumstances. outside of her classroom was Mrs. Bank playing with a cigar between her fingers. she lies on the cigar. she starts to smoke. she forms figures in the air with the smoke. there is some melancholy and apathy on her eyes. there are some prints of sleepless nights under her tired eyes. her clothes are unkept and dusty. there is an air of mystery and doubt written all over her face.

she throws the cigar on the floor. she steps over it until the smoke goes off. she then keeps walking around the corridor. she is the teacher of creative writing. some students say hello to her and asked for help with assignments. she is quite the popular teacher. she keeps walking towards the same direction after stopping briefly to greet every student that comes her way. until she finally gets in front of an empty looking classroom. she knocks on the door once. the door opens by itself. she then steps in to be welcome by Bob.

"Luck is a lustful maiden that offers its garments to just anyone, and by the rule of the liar stabs and parts with your garments and something more than that." said Bob in a bitter tone as he looks away through the window.

"You're as wise as ever sir. I had eliminated a few names from our list. suspicious names that may be of danger to our mission or futures. but none of them has been Hannes. I am absolutely sure that he hides behind the corridors of this school like a rat." said Mrs. Bank.

"Well done. forget not that those who run without walking often miss the obvious in plain sight. so be cautious. sooner or later, he will present himself in front of us. I can feel it. we are closer to the end." said Bob with tearful eyes refusing to meet Mrs. Bank's eyes.

Mrs. Bank retires to continue with her mission. Bob stays in there silently observing a bird that desperately fights against all odds trying to fly with a damage wing. it eventually loses the flight and hopelessly falls on the ground.