Chapter 3: Chosen One Its her, the one who messed up her Lunaris Academy application. Violet sighed, pushing her book into her locker as the rumor reached her ears for the umpteenth time. She was not exactly famous around here, but today seemed to be the exception. All eyes followed her the moment she stepped into the school, and it creeped her out until she found out why they were staring at her as if she had grown two heads. Violet had no idea how they found out about the form, but apparently, teacher-student confidentiality wasnt a thing here. Not that her teachers reaction when she received the application wasnt enough to draw attention. Violet couldnt help but recall how things had gone down that day. Here is my application, Violet handed the form to her homeroom teacher. Oh, thank the gods. Youre the last to submit, and for a moment, I thought you wouldnt. I was worried youd end up punished for not following the rules, Mrs. Florence said with relief, putting on her glasses and beginning to review the application. Violet bit down on her lips, her heart pounding, knowing it was only a matter of time. Florence sure didnt disappoint as she sprang to her feet with a curse on her lips. What the fuck…! she trailed off, her cheeks heating up as if finally realizing she wasnt supposed to curse before a student. 1 For the first time, Violet saw her teacher lose her composure as she demanded, What is the meaning of this? What do you mean, ma? she asked innocently. 1 Dont you play cheeky with me, Mrs. Violet Purple! her teacher retorted, her eyes spitting fire. What is this you wrote under special skills? 2 Oh, that? Violet bit down on her lips, feigning shyness as she said, That was my mothers suggestion. 1 What? You asked us to request help from our parents; that was her contribution, Violet said, looking at Mrs. Florence, who looked like she was about to faint from the way the blood had drained from her face. 1 Violet should have felt anxious about lying, but she didnt. Not one bit. Moreover, it wasnt technically a lie. Nancy pretty much suggested sucking a dick in the new school she had not gotten into yetand would not get into once that form was submitted. In one word, she was innocent. She had only taken her mothers advice and put it into words. Literally. 1 What kind of mother does that? Mrs. Florence said, then looked towards Violet with anger. And you took her suggestion? Violet shrugged. What am I supposed to do? Trust me, I dont want to get on her wrong side. I cant live on the street. Florence looked like she had something to say, but she bit back her words instead, finally plopping down in her seat with an exhausted sigh. Violet felt guilty for stressing the poor woman, but she didnt let it show. Florence looked up, saying. I wish I could help you, Violet, but there are no extra forms for you to correct this mistake…. She paused as if holding back a harsher word for the situation. Lunaris Academy is extremely strict with their rules. Each form is counted carefully according to the number of students required to sign up for the year and then sent out to the various districts to avoid any cases of malpractice. Unfortunately, I cant make any exceptions either; youre legally obligated to apply to Lunaris Academy. So, this form will be sent out as it is. Violet could hear the unspoken truth: You wont be accepted into Lunaris Academy with this kind of application. Alright, she said. Alright? Mrs. Florence blinked, clearly taken aback. You just told me I have no other option. What else can I do? I cant beat myself up over it, Violet said flatly. Florences disappointment was clear. She hesitated before asking again, Are you sure your mother filled this out? The raised brow made it clear she suspected otherwise. Thats her signature right there. Trust me, she read it, Violet lied smoothly. Nancy had not given a fuck about the form after that day. Good thing Violet was good at forgoing her signature and settled everything on her own. Nancy would have flipped out if she had learned what she wrote down. Her mother wanted her to get into Lunaris, where she Violet could whore around just like her, just with class. Except that wasnt happening. Florence glanced down at the section for the parents signature and sighed. She didnt suspect a thing. Not that she was trying to boast of a crime, but Violet was proud of her handiwork. Florence looked as though she might cry, her voice soft with grief. You know, Violet, this couldve been your chance to turn things around. Im not trying to insult your mothers profession, but you deserve better. You dont have to follow in her footsteps, she presumed Violet planned to go down the same path as her mother. If only she knew. To be honest, something stirred inside of Violet at her teachers concern; unfortunately, that was itnothing more. She had learned the hard way that peoples sympathy never got her anywhere. Trust was a luxury she couldnt afford, and relying on anyone else? Out of the question. Florence thought this was her chance to turn her life around. If only she knew she avoided a worse fate by not getting into Lunaris Academy. She wasnt her mothers daughter, and she sure as hell didnt need some prince charming to swoop in and save her. With Lunaris out of the picture, her plan was simple. Once high school was over, shed leave her mothers trailer behind. Sure, without a chance at university, finding a reputable job would be tougher, but shed make it work. One thing was certain: prostitution was never going to be an option. She had made up her mind. 1 Can I leave now? Violet asked, her impatience clear as she noticed the other teachers eyes on her. She knew they had been eavesdropping on the conversation. This was the teachers room, after all. Privacy didnt exist here. You can go, Mrs. Florence replied softly, though the pity in her eyes stung more than any words. It was a look Violet knew she wouldnt soon forget as she turned and walked out. Back to the present, Violet rubbed the side of her temple, where she could feel a heartache throbbing. She had not gotten enough sleep last night, not when she had turned and tossed around in her small, hard bed. 1 She was still not talking to Nancynot after her betrayal. Unfortunately for her miserable life, she and Nancy shared the single-cramped room in the trailer, which meant she had spent it glaring at the back of her mothers head. Not that Nancy cared; she remained unaffected by her silent treatment. And that made Violet furious more than anything: her unapologetic nature. Violet Purple. Violet thought she heard her name being called, but it seemed to be a fragment of her imagination until she heard it again, this time with more clarity. Violet Purple, you are summoned into the principals office. The voice came from the speakers in the hallway. Violet cursed beneath her breath, shutting her locker with a bang. Why was the principal calling her? Was it because of the form? The gods help her; couldnt they take a joke? Was it that bad that she penned her sincerest thoughts, or were they concerned about the reputation of the school? Violet sensed it was the latter. Perhaps she had gone a little too far. Only a little. With a sigh, she walked in the direction of the principals office. Except the action only emboldened the gossipmongers. I said it, there was no way she could have gotten away with that. The rumors picked up like a whirlwind. 1 Shes doomed. Principal Lincoln would rip her apart. I bet she didnt think about the consequences of her actions. Violet rolled her eyes as the gossip reached her ears. Were these people jobless or what? Instead of a school, they would have done well in a hair salon. Could you blame her? Shes only following in her mothers footsteps. Violet halted at once. She had intended to ignore them all, but that particular comment hit home, and now she froze, turning to identify the wretch who was courting death. 1 The perpetrator turned out to be a red-haired girl who flinched as soon as their eyes met. Violet began to stride toward her, and it might have been the deadly look on her face, but the girl began to shake like a leaf in winter, realizing that she had messed up. However, Violet didnt reach her before she took off running, screaming, Im sorry! Violet might not be as popular as the queen bees who ruled the school, but she was famous for fighting off Jasmine and her gang, and that seemed to have gotten her quite a reputation, seeing the way the girl had fled. All that was left were her friends, who were trying hard not to cower like their friend had. Violet did not speak; she let the cold fire in her eyes, the hardened look on her face, and her hands balled into fists do the talking. They swallowed, seeming to take the cue as they turned and left without a word. Thanks to the little drama, the rumors died off and Violet walked over with her head held high. Upon arriving outside the principals office, she took a deep breath and knocked. his voice echoed from the outside. Violet turned the knob and stepped into Principal Lincolns office. Shed been here plenty of times before, mostly for fights, and nothing much had changed. The room was neat, and functional, with a polished desk that held a computer, phone, and an organized stack of paperwork. Shelves in the corner were filled with educational books, binders, and a few personal items, like his award from the education board. The walls, as always, were covered in certificates, school achievements, and the usual motivational posters telling students to Reach for the Stars. Except it never inspired anyone. Have a seat, Miss Purple, Principal Lincoln said, gesturing towards the chair across from him. Violet sat down cautiously, already bracing herself for the usual scolding and inevitable punishment. But when she glanced up, ready to face his usual stern expression, she was caught off guard. Lincoln was smiling. That smile made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong, and Violet felt a strange tightness in her chest as she shifted in her seat. The air felt heavy with expectation. She broke the silence first. Why did you call me in, sir? Did I do anything wrong? she asked, even though a part of her already knew. Principal Lincoln leaned forward slightly, still smiling, and clasped his hands together on the desk. The results of the application process have come in, he said slowly as if savoring the words. I called you in to thank you. Thank me? Violet frowned. What in the world was he talking about? He nodded enthusiastically, leaning forward. Since the scholarship program began, only three students from this district have ever been chosen. Its a rare opportunity, one that doesnt come by often. I wanted to take this moment to recognize your achievement. A strange, creeping feeling started to slither into Violets gut, making her shift uneasily in her seat. Her palms were clammy. A foreboding sense of dread began to pool in her stomach. No, there was no way. She refused to entertain the thought. Principal Lincoln seemed oblivious to her growing discomfort as he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a sleek, expensive-looking envelope. Congratulations, Violet, he said, holding it out to her. Youve been accepted into Lunaris Academy. Her ears began to ring, and for a moment, the entire world felt like it had narrowed down to that one sentence. This was impossible. 1 There had to be some mistake. Her heart pounded in her chest as she grabbed the envelope with trembling hands, hastily tearing it open. And there it was. Bold letters stared back at her. Congratulations, Violet Purple. You have been selected… 1 No. No, no, no. This couldnt be happening. She felt her breath quicken, her chest tightening. Yet the truth stared back at her, unrelenting and undeniable. She had been chosen for Lunaris Academy. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!