wrong?” asked Dawn in a voice far quieter than normal. His voice was coming in more disjointed than it had in the past. Monson thought about saying something, but decided that unless Dawn mentioned it he would worry about it when he had time.
Monson closed his eyes, mentally responding to Dawn’s question. “I guess I just can’t believe that this stupid dance is already here. I don’t feel like I have accomplished anything in the last couple of weeks.”
An overwhelming understatement, but to Monson’s credit he had tried everything in his power to make headway in his various endeavors. He had redoubled his efforts with the Magi Blade, tried several different avenues to regain his memory, attempted to learn about his investment portfolio, and actually booked a helicopter for a trip back to his home on the Columbia River. He had even taken to trying to find, albeit covertly, Sage’s hideout.
Despite his renewed vigor, Monson’s efforts had resulted in abysmal failure. It seemed that his luck was taking a bad turn. He hoped it was not an omen, but it was true. He was no closer to understanding the Magi Blade or regaining his memories, reading his investment portfolio was like studying another language, and when Molly found out about the helicopter, she forbade him from going back to his home before the semester was over. Being a minor sure was annoying at times.
The Kylie-Casey-Sage drama was on a completely different level. One that was forbidden as a topic of discussion. Casey had clearly communicated that by actually disappearing on Monson and Artorius for a couple of days after Kylie’s revelations. Casey did not want to talk about what had happened, and without knowing more about the saga, there was very little that Monson and Artorius could do. It seemed that ever since Kylie had confided her plan to the group, Casey had been in a sort of funk. He still seemed like Casey, but a far more quiet and reflective one. Monson had held his tongue over the last little while, as he knew Casey would talk when he was ready. No point in pushing the guy.
At the top of his wins column, his relationship with Taris was going well. Taris seemed more determined to make their relationship work these days. He did not know the reason for the change, but it was better than before so he was not going to complain.Despite all of it, the reason he was currently awake in his bedroom so early in the morning was completely unrelated. It was finally the morning of the Spring Solstice and he was “freaking out.”
He had been alarmed when he learned what going to a dance entailed. Unbeknownst to Monson before he asked Taris to the Spring Solstice, he was not merely required to attend the dance with her—oh no. It was much more complicated than that. The dance was actually an all-day affair. By decree of the female students, couples were supposed to go out in the morning and participate in various activities and then the girls and guys would separate to “get ready,” before meeting up again before dinner. Which was where it became very elaborate. Many of the more ostentatious students at the school were actually flying towards Olympia, Washington’s capital, for dinner, and then returning to campus for the opening ceremonies. Unbelievable. As a royalty candidate, Monson did not have to worry about all that because he and his party would attend the Dinner of Elegance in the Senators Room, a very fancy building on the eastern part of campus built precisely for that purpose. Tales were told of the room; its decor and finery were said to be beyond anything anyone could imagine—which was saying something considering the reality of most of the privileged student body.
Monson voiced his pitiful concerns. “I haven’t been to a dance before. I guess I really don’t know what to expect. I also have this uneasy feeling of foreboding, like something bad is going to happen.”
“Ahh, the pains of youth,” said Dawn, sounding very
Monson closed his eyes, mentally responding to Dawn’s question. “I guess I just can’t believe that this stupid dance is already here. I don’t feel like I have accomplished anything in the last couple of weeks.”
An overwhelming understatement, but to Monson’s credit he had tried everything in his power to make headway in his various endeavors. He had redoubled his efforts with the Magi Blade, tried several different avenues to regain his memory, attempted to learn about his investment portfolio, and actually booked a helicopter for a trip back to his home on the Columbia River. He had even taken to trying to find, albeit covertly, Sage’s hideout.
Despite his renewed vigor, Monson’s efforts had resulted in abysmal failure. It seemed that his luck was taking a bad turn. He hoped it was not an omen, but it was true. He was no closer to understanding the Magi Blade or regaining his memories, reading his investment portfolio was like studying another language, and when Molly found out about the helicopter, she forbade him from going back to his home before the semester was over. Being a minor sure was annoying at times.
The Kylie-Casey-Sage drama was on a completely different level. One that was forbidden as a topic of discussion. Casey had clearly communicated that by actually disappearing on Monson and Artorius for a couple of days after Kylie’s revelations. Casey did not want to talk about what had happened, and without knowing more about the saga, there was very little that Monson and Artorius could do. It seemed that ever since Kylie had confided her plan to the group, Casey had been in a sort of funk. He still seemed like Casey, but a far more quiet and reflective one. Monson had held his tongue over the last little while, as he knew Casey would talk when he was ready. No point in pushing the guy.
At the top of his wins column, his relationship with Taris was going well. Taris seemed more determined to make their relationship work these days. He did not know the reason for the change, but it was better than before so he was not going to complain.Despite all of it, the reason he was currently awake in his bedroom so early in the morning was completely unrelated. It was finally the morning of the Spring Solstice and he was “freaking out.”
He had been alarmed when he learned what going to a dance entailed. Unbeknownst to Monson before he asked Taris to the Spring Solstice, he was not merely required to attend the dance with her—oh no. It was much more complicated than that. The dance was actually an all-day affair. By decree of the female students, couples were supposed to go out in the morning and participate in various activities and then the girls and guys would separate to “get ready,” before meeting up again before dinner. Which was where it became very elaborate. Many of the more ostentatious students at the school were actually flying towards Olympia, Washington’s capital, for dinner, and then returning to campus for the opening ceremonies. Unbelievable. As a royalty candidate, Monson did not have to worry about all that because he and his party would attend the Dinner of Elegance in the Senators Room, a very fancy building on the eastern part of campus built precisely for that purpose. Tales were told of the room; its decor and finery were said to be beyond anything anyone could imagine—which was saying something considering the reality of most of the privileged student body.
Monson voiced his pitiful concerns. “I haven’t been to a dance before. I guess I really don’t know what to expect. I also have this uneasy feeling of foreboding, like something bad is going to happen.”
“Ahh, the pains of youth,” said Dawn, sounding very
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