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This was the time of day when I wished I were able to sleep.
High school.
Or was purgatory the right word? If there was any way to atone for my sins, this
ought to count toward the tally in some measure. The tedium was not something I grew
used to; every day seemed more impossibly monotonous than the last.
I suppose this was my form of sleep—if sleep was defined as the inert state
between active periods.
I stared at the cracks running through the plaster in the far corner of the cafeteria,
imagining patterns into them that were not there. It was one way to tune out the voices
that babbled like the gush of a river inside my head.
Several hundred of these voices I ignored out of boredom.
When it came to the human mind, I’d heard it all before and then some. Today,
all thoughts were consumed with the trivial drama of a new addition to the small student
body here. It took so little to work them all up. I’d seen the new face repeated in thought
after thought from every angle. Just an ordinary human girl. The excitement over her
arrival was tiresomely predictable—like flashing a shiny object at a child. Half the
sheep-like males were already imagining themselves in love with her, just because she
was something new to look at. I tried harder to tune them out.
Only four voices did I block out of courtesy rather than distaste: my family, my
two brothers, and two sisters, who were so used to the lack of privacy in my presence that
they rarely gave it a thought. I gave them what privacy I could. I tried not to listen if I
could help it.
Try as I may, still…I knew.
Rosalie was thinking, as usual, about herself. She’d caught sight of her profile in
the reflection off someone’s glasses, and she was mulling over her own perfection.
Rosalie’s mind was a shallow pool with few surprises.
High school.
Or was purgatory the right word? If there was any way to atone for my sins, this
ought to count toward the tally in some measure. The tedium was not something I grew
used to; every day seemed more impossibly monotonous than the last.
I suppose this was my form of sleep—if sleep was defined as the inert state
between active periods.
I stared at the cracks running through the plaster in the far corner of the cafeteria,
imagining patterns into them that were not there. It was one way to tune out the voices
that babbled like the gush of a river inside my head.
Several hundred of these voices I ignored out of boredom.
When it came to the human mind, I’d heard it all before and then some. Today,
all thoughts were consumed with the trivial drama of a new addition to the small student
body here. It took so little to work them all up. I’d seen the new face repeated in thought
after thought from every angle. Just an ordinary human girl. The excitement over her
arrival was tiresomely predictable—like flashing a shiny object at a child. Half the
sheep-like males were already imagining themselves in love with her, just because she
was something new to look at. I tried harder to tune them out.
Only four voices did I block out of courtesy rather than distaste: my family, my
two brothers, and two sisters, who were so used to the lack of privacy in my presence that
they rarely gave it a thought. I gave them what privacy I could. I tried not to listen if I
could help it.
Try as I may, still…I knew.
Rosalie was thinking, as usual, about herself. She’d caught sight of her profile in
the reflection off someone’s glasses, and she was mulling over her own perfection.
Rosalie’s mind was a shallow pool with few surprises.
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