Daydreams (Be careful what you wish for)
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
11
Views:
3,852
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Daydreams
Gods...demons...titans... Human sacrifice and dances to please them, but sneeze the wrong way, and you're screwed. What if--
"Kiera?" Instantly snapped out of her mental wanderings, she looked at the one who had spoken.
"Yes, Professor?" He'd probably just asked a question...dammit.
He sighed. "The blade used by the Aztecs for their sacrifices, Kiera? Please pay attention; you are paying to be in my class, after all."
Only because I need it to get my degree you fat-- She answered his question, continuing to gripe at him silently. The only person on the planet to make human sacrifice as boring as high school chemi...well all of high school.
As soon as class was dismissed, she picked up her things, already lost in thought. Thank whatever gods were out there that she didn’t need to go again until next week. She flopped down underneath a tree to begin a rough draft of a paper. A teacher long ago had given her some very sage advice about surviving college. She smiled, remembering the day that she’d had a nervous breakdown about classes, and how to juggle school assignments in her eighth grade U.S. History classroom; the advice given by her teacher, Mr. Hight.
“Just remember, Kiera, if you can write a paper that covers multiple subjects, do it. For example, I took a history class centering on Asia, and an art class around the same time, and wrote a term paper about the influences of art in the Asian culture. Both professors thought I was inspired.”
Not that she was a great student or anything. Quite the opposite. She’d hated school, save a brief moment in sixth grade history when they studied Egypt. Other than that, from about fifth grade on had been a nightmare. All in all, middle school had been the worst. After elementary, Kiera hoped that the relentless teasing and the pain it had brought would end, now that she was going to a new school. It didn’t. She remained the same awkward girl who liked books more than makeup and as before, her classmates, the girls especially, descended on her like vultures.
That was a pretty rough period of time. That was around the time that she’d stopped taking her medication. She’d fallen further from reality and embraced that which was and that which could never be. She remembered sleepless nights, spent clutching a razor and sobbing. All the while wishing that something would happen to make her life worth living again. That someone or something would come, and spirit her away to another world; tell her that they’d been searching for her for years. That she was a high priestess, or a princess, or…needed. Wanted. That her presence was necessary to make everything better.
Though in the end, that’s really how she ended up here. As an end result, she was now, in essence, studying how to be an author. Pairing her classes as Mr. Hight had suggested, to make life a little easier.
Kiera shook her head, coming out of the daydream. She realized that she’d been staring into space for a good ten minutes already. “Geez…What’s with me today? I’m never this bad about zoning off.” she mumbled to herself. Maybe someone’s cast a spell on me… She smiled at the prospect, and began to rough out the paper.
Later that evening, after her evening ritual of watching the TiVo’d Daria and Inuyasha, she grabbed her Ben & Jerry’s and walked into the other room. Her roommate, Lisa was hacking away at a term paper, too. “Hey, Lis’.”
She turned around. The look in her eyes alone was dripping with sarcasm. “What up, homie?” Apparently she was feeling a bit off color. Probably the paper.
“Having a weird day. I’ve been zoning worse than usual today. Professor Meat-head actually caught me. Here.” She gave Lisa the ice cream and flopped on her friend's bed. “Give yourself some brain freeze so it doesn’t fry first.”
Lisa chuckled. “Not too surprising. You dragged me into one of the classes ‘cause I didn’t believe you were being serious, remember? He’s boring enough to put a speed fiend to sleep.”
“Yeah, but I ended up thinking a lot about middle school and …well, all the sludge that went with it. You know, the meds, the depression, the works. Usually I daydream about, you know, fun stuff. Battles between two mages that end up destroying half a continent. Or traveling for months on a thankless epic quest to ultimately save or destroy the world…” Kiera sighed, more than a little wistfully.
“I, sadly, know what you’re saying. However, look on the bright side. If you hadn’t gone through all that, you wouldn’t be the sick little puppy that we know and love today.” She grinned, and turned back to the screen. “Besides, maybe someone cast a spell on you.”
"Kiera?" Instantly snapped out of her mental wanderings, she looked at the one who had spoken.
"Yes, Professor?" He'd probably just asked a question...dammit.
He sighed. "The blade used by the Aztecs for their sacrifices, Kiera? Please pay attention; you are paying to be in my class, after all."
Only because I need it to get my degree you fat-- She answered his question, continuing to gripe at him silently. The only person on the planet to make human sacrifice as boring as high school chemi...well all of high school.
As soon as class was dismissed, she picked up her things, already lost in thought. Thank whatever gods were out there that she didn’t need to go again until next week. She flopped down underneath a tree to begin a rough draft of a paper. A teacher long ago had given her some very sage advice about surviving college. She smiled, remembering the day that she’d had a nervous breakdown about classes, and how to juggle school assignments in her eighth grade U.S. History classroom; the advice given by her teacher, Mr. Hight.
“Just remember, Kiera, if you can write a paper that covers multiple subjects, do it. For example, I took a history class centering on Asia, and an art class around the same time, and wrote a term paper about the influences of art in the Asian culture. Both professors thought I was inspired.”
Not that she was a great student or anything. Quite the opposite. She’d hated school, save a brief moment in sixth grade history when they studied Egypt. Other than that, from about fifth grade on had been a nightmare. All in all, middle school had been the worst. After elementary, Kiera hoped that the relentless teasing and the pain it had brought would end, now that she was going to a new school. It didn’t. She remained the same awkward girl who liked books more than makeup and as before, her classmates, the girls especially, descended on her like vultures.
That was a pretty rough period of time. That was around the time that she’d stopped taking her medication. She’d fallen further from reality and embraced that which was and that which could never be. She remembered sleepless nights, spent clutching a razor and sobbing. All the while wishing that something would happen to make her life worth living again. That someone or something would come, and spirit her away to another world; tell her that they’d been searching for her for years. That she was a high priestess, or a princess, or…needed. Wanted. That her presence was necessary to make everything better.
Though in the end, that’s really how she ended up here. As an end result, she was now, in essence, studying how to be an author. Pairing her classes as Mr. Hight had suggested, to make life a little easier.
Kiera shook her head, coming out of the daydream. She realized that she’d been staring into space for a good ten minutes already. “Geez…What’s with me today? I’m never this bad about zoning off.” she mumbled to herself. Maybe someone’s cast a spell on me… She smiled at the prospect, and began to rough out the paper.
Later that evening, after her evening ritual of watching the TiVo’d Daria and Inuyasha, she grabbed her Ben & Jerry’s and walked into the other room. Her roommate, Lisa was hacking away at a term paper, too. “Hey, Lis’.”
She turned around. The look in her eyes alone was dripping with sarcasm. “What up, homie?” Apparently she was feeling a bit off color. Probably the paper.
“Having a weird day. I’ve been zoning worse than usual today. Professor Meat-head actually caught me. Here.” She gave Lisa the ice cream and flopped on her friend's bed. “Give yourself some brain freeze so it doesn’t fry first.”
Lisa chuckled. “Not too surprising. You dragged me into one of the classes ‘cause I didn’t believe you were being serious, remember? He’s boring enough to put a speed fiend to sleep.”
“Yeah, but I ended up thinking a lot about middle school and …well, all the sludge that went with it. You know, the meds, the depression, the works. Usually I daydream about, you know, fun stuff. Battles between two mages that end up destroying half a continent. Or traveling for months on a thankless epic quest to ultimately save or destroy the world…” Kiera sighed, more than a little wistfully.
“I, sadly, know what you’re saying. However, look on the bright side. If you hadn’t gone through all that, you wouldn’t be the sick little puppy that we know and love today.” She grinned, and turned back to the screen. “Besides, maybe someone cast a spell on you.”