The Encroacher's Trilogy: Dystopia (COMPLETED)

Chapter 11

My parents reached home before me.

And they were waiting for me.

Their arms were folded across their chests with a fierce tension and they matched each other with a look of disgrace.

That wasn't the worst thing.

The worst thing was that they held a note in their hands.

"You told your school about our basement?" My father said while trying to control the anger in his voice. His hands were shaking with...was it fear?
"There are now 'arising concerns and questions' from the children and their parents." He continued in an (at the upmost) formal fashion.
"School was last month, why are you getting told this now?" I asked.
"Because it has been an on-going school topic that has been voiced out loud amongst families. It has been voiced so loudly that it has managed to be transferred throughout the whole village. What have you got to say for yourself?" He spoke monotonously while my mother just stood there with a finger to her lips as if deep in thought.
"I'm sorry?" I tried,
"You can't live like this Flora. I know it is a new atmosphere for you but you just can't live like this. When will you understand what is right and what is wrong?" This time father had toned down the anger in his voice to make it sound sorrowful.
I didn't know what to say for myself. For starters, I was furious with all of the unanswered questions and the secrecy.

How was I meant to know speaking about the basement was prohibited?

I also felt ashamed of myself for revealing 'too much'- even though I didn't understand what was wrong. All I wanted was to fit in. But I kept messing things up.

Just like with Noah.

No. I couldn't torture myself. It was for the better... he told me so himself didn't he?
I was just going to have to deal with the fact that I was the newbie trying to fit in and do what was right but no matter how hard I tried I would always be hated.

What did I just say! Stop torturing yourself!

"Flora?" My mother finally spoke,
"Hmm?" I replied; seeking refuge amongst the war in my mind.
"Flora did you hear what was said about school?"
"What..."
"Well... your father and I have been discussing very profoundly about your education. We think it's best that you start it again."
"But... she... what?" I was confused beyond my measure.
"Yes, Dr Wyse has apologised so very much for your expel, and she wishes you to come back. Preferably on Monday too." Both of my parents awaited me with interlocked hands, wide eyes, tight postures and twitching smiles as if they were scared for the answer.
"Sure." I said.

That gave me 4 days until I returned to normal life.

Maybe everything would have blown over and Noah would have forgotten everything that had happened. Maybe I could finally fit into the diverse society and pretend nothing had happened...

For all I knew, there was always a maybe.