Pov: Estella
"Hmmph," I whispered to my friend sitting close at hand. It was my English class. Not only that I couldn't register any of the teacher's words, I have been failing the whole subject itself. "Estella!" The teacher's words hit my ear. I took a cherry glance at him. Staring at each other, words were just tangled from one topic to another. "Mind reading your story out?" He gave me a mischievous smile tentatively. I had written a very horrific piece of my own; usually I would stand up to argue that I needn't to read because the writer hasn't been fully developed. So, you see casual pieces are things I would never make up to write. But the homework… It was a dream, and definitely a splendid one. I have been capable of making up those stories, typically; therefore I may just have made up the dream just in my own small capacity of brain cells. Waking up at around midnight, I managed to put that thing on paper. Now, the state of me reading the piece out loud, in front of the class was inevitable. I sighed.
"Repeat your desires, my dear, the voice said" The whole class went silent, their eyes waved in a dreadful manner. I let out a small smile hoping that whatever I have just read didn't trigger or made any bad first impressions on my classmates. "Woah, Estella," Artemis laughed almost so mockingly. As my eyes trailed off back to the teacher, the sight of him looking at me was a true tragic act of god. "See me after class" What on Earth was that for? I thought to myself. Did I do something bad? As a 15-year-old girl, I assumed that I had a free will to make up a fiction story that doesn't interfere anyone. Artemis Carter laughs at the sight of me. I hissed as I went back to my seat. Artemis and I were good acquaintances. No bonds, just acquaintances. I may or may not have grown intense feelings for him back then, but now everything was casually fine. As I sat back on my desk, I noticed something. Something so lucidly memorable. A piece of thread lies, tied on my desk. Unlike my bureau, at my estate, the table here was all crispy, handing wooden shards at its corners. The piece of long red thread… THE PIECE OF LONG RED THREAD…
Artemis Carter
Zoey… Estella's pretty caught up in her own fantasies. Bad dreams of those made up stuff. Her life was always far away from mine, with all those tragic things she's filled with. In place of me trying to get into her life, she came into mine. My world, on the other hand, is filled with people and unwanted fame. Those creatures, who wanted to be a part of my life were so miserable. But she was one different thing. Zoey, my sister, who went missing last 2 years ago. Zoey was indeed quite a beauty; I was inspired by all her acts, even the small things that she did. But that one day, she left me a note, in the same exact room I was sitting. Saying, "Do not wish for things to the unknown, or once it will be set for eternity. Noted, Zoey" I still had that note in my room. I didn't know what happened, or what might have happened. That was until today when a possibility sparked through my life. The story she mentioned, it's quite impossible, but my soul refused to believe Zoey has left with her own mind. For once, I was believing Estella's fantasies. I need to find Zoey, meaning the first step, talk to Estella. It was going to be hard, knowing I used to… Actually, never mind.
After class, she walked way too fast to the teacher's office, even chasing with light speed couldn't make me catch her. I wondered what they might have discussed about in their crappy teacher's room. I wanted to know it's whether concerning about the writing or not. The thing that drove me more interest, was that my sister told me about her trip, which was to the abandoned place that Estella wrote.Estella got out of the room as I let out an awkward greeting. "Hey! Es!" The voice came out somewhat of a crack. "Oh, Artemis." Walking towards me, I can't help but notice how her silver eyes shine in spite of the light. "So, uh can we talk about the writing?" — "Oh okay be right there," She puts in her messy books and stuffed random papers in her small leathered bag. She noses around the surroundings before meeting her eyes back to mine. "Right. So-uh. Your story." I tried to sound as calm as a terrified kid could be. "I do have in mind that it might be a real case as well as you might have." — "What do you mean Estella?" — "Well, you see, it was just a dream. A horrific one back then, but the tendency to write it was crazy. It had driven me crazy. It's just—" she didn't finish her words. "I do know about the case. Now, where is the broken temple?" —