Chapter 4
"Mount Glacier hasn't got nothing on Kingdom Camp," Nicolas could hear a voice say as they steadily approached his car. He didn't feel like socializing with other rich kids; he was just beginning to get comfortable for the first time on this trip. "Occupied!" He yelled at the children beyond the door.
At first the knob turned a bit, then it snapped back to its original placement. Nicolas gave a relieved sigh, afterwards thinking about how similar this was to a public bathroom situation.
He remembered that one time that he went to a public bathroom. It was at a fancy-ish restaurant that he didn't know why he was made to attend; his aunt didn't seem that wealthy. But, nonetheless, she took him there. Regardless of how fancy the restaurant it seemed, it still had a public bathroom that was only tolerable because of the food in the kitchen.
He didn't keep the memory of the actual bathroom experience, but rather the fact that he was never allowed to use one again. Whenever he asked his aunt to go to a local restaurant, she refused for reasons she wouldn't disclose. "I promise, if I could take you to a somewhat normal restaurant, I would... But I'm just as forbidden as you from doing that," she would say to him. When he asked if it was because of using the public bathroom (after severe trial and error of asking a thousand questions at a time), she nodded silently. She was the kindest, funniest, and most fun person that Nicolas could ever have in his life. But she seemed like she was hiding something from him all the time.
But now, she had passed away just before he was sent to camp, and he couldn't have been more sorrowful. She was the only person he ever truly trusted. He found comfort in the fact that his mother was just like her, though the recent times before the passing, she was never there. Only the long times before that was she present in his life...
He shook his head to stop reminiscing; all it was doing was tearing him up. He already cried silently in the back of the carriage getting here, and it gave him the worst migraine.
He heard a knock on his car door, but he already had rehearsed his lines of repellent. "Occupied," he said in a bored tone. The response he got back was so moronic, he threw his fed up hands up in the air.
"It's me, Zachary!" Said the dunce. Nicolas didn't reply, but rather stared at the door until he heard footsteps recede from the perimeter. "...Hello?" Zachary asked, clearly not getting the message. Nicolas stayed silent for a while before realizing that this boy wasn't going to leave him alone.
He sighed, "Come in."
Zachary must have had his hands in the motion of opening the door, because he entered before Nicolas even finished the sentence. "Hi friend! We never go to finish our conversation," Zachary said excitedly. "You never told me your name, or want family you represent, or what you want to become from this school, or—"
"Abbycat!" Nicolas shouted, "Stop blabbering! Give me a moment to answer the question.."
Zachary looked scared, and he nodded quickly.
Nicolas exhaled,. "What was your first question? About my name? It's Nicolas." Zachary still had a confused look on his face. "What?" Nicolas asked him irritably. "W-well, it just seems like you're avoiding your last name," he stuttered. Nicolas clenched his fist so hard that it may have started to bleed if he didn't do it so quickly.
"It's Everpane. Why are you so obsessed with my last name?" He stared at Zachary for awhile, awaiting an answer that seemed like it would never come. He wanted to scream, "ARE YOU MUTE?!", at the boy if he didn't think Zachary would bawl his eyes out at him. Finally, he said something.
"Well... Everyone represents a family... And Everpane is one of the richest families in the US, only second to the Fountain family... I've researched all of the other families like mine; I was educated on how rich we were and how we compared to others, and... Well, let's just say I wasn't pleased when I saw that out of all other rich families, we're one of the poorest. But my family is just rich enough to send me to this camp, later the school, according to the organization..."
Nicolas had to gather every ounce of patience and hearing for this boy, whom squeaked like the weakest mouse in the sewer. "I didn't know that," Nicolas managed to say in a somewhat pleasant voice. Zachary looked at him strange, "How come? Elise Everpane is your twin, and, from what I have gathered info on, she should be on this very train. I've never spoke to her myself, but I do know for a fact that she knows a lot about her family, from conversations that I've overheard... Are you saying that you've never seen the House of Everpane?"
"House of.. Huh?" Nicolas asked. He truly didn't know much about his family until the passing of his aunt and the day he was escorted by his mother to the carriage that brought him here. He knew that being brought by a carriage to a particularly prestigious area was considered, "wealthy", but he didn't think much of his family being so well known.
He started to doubt himself and his knowledge. All he ever knew was his aunt, and the mother that occasionally dropped by. "...Nicolas, are you okay?" He heard Zachary ask. Zachary seemed so far away, even though the car wasn't that big at all. "I'm fine. I only met my father and mother a few days before I had to go here, and I knew they were working, and my aunt..."
He heard another knock on the car door, but didn't answer this time. "You get it," he told Zachary, "I don't feel like talking."
Zachary nodded and yelled, "Come in!"
Nicolas' neck snapped to his direction, summoning all odium for him as possible. "What!" Zachary asked, "You told me to get it!"
The door opened before Nicolas could strangle him, and it revealed a girl who looked a lot like the person he despised, only cuter and less annoying looking. "Who are you?" He asked. The girl's voice was soft, and not as squeaky and insecure as Zachary's.
"Azure. Azure Abbycat."
End of Chapter 4
Long, I know, but I had somewhat fun making this chapter. I hope you had as much fun reading it :)
Love ya'll,
nobodyimportant out—
