And there were much fewer problems than with this poltergeist, which Framp herself could not deal with herself.
—"By the way, why are you wearing gloves? The room is not so cool, even warm." - Agatha expected this question soon. Judging by how curious Francoise was, the fact that she didn't ask him from the very beginning was also very surprising. Of course, the blonde had all kinds of legends about her hands and the same gloves, but she didn't want to tell all these fairy tales of the Vienna Woods at all, and the mood of such a certain secrecy was also absent. It makes sense if Agatha says that it's just an ordinary accessory that complements the wardrobe, or that this is her damn gift, with which she is not on very good terms. Anyway, sooner or later, I would have found out about it. It was only about time.
- "I'm a poltergeist." - Agatha answered briefly, turning to Francoise with a slight smile on her lips. If she has to play politeness, she will play, but no more. - "I think that's enough for explanations. More questions?"
Francoise shrugged her shoulders thoughtfully. Poltergeist? She's never heard of this kind of outcasts. If even the Hydes were studied by only a few percent, it seems that there was not even a zero here. And my brother never mentioned it.
The girl made a note in her head that she would definitely ask him about it today or tomorrow.
There was no more dialogue between them. Agatha believed that it was pointless to waste time on some empty talk that would not bring anything for her in the future, and Françoise, as she said something there, went to her older brother. Well, on the contrary, it's in her favour. He will be able to prepare for tomorrow in silence without any distractions.
***
Agatha's morning didn't go out from the very beginning. First of all, that she, that her neighbour slept well. Framp was always not particularly different from being an early bird, because she usually got up when she wanted to. But not at six in the morning for sure.
Frantically dressing in the branded uniform of the academy, which was almost the same for all students - a bright indigo striped blazer, which now seemed more purple because of the dark lighting in the room. Under him, Agatha forged a snow-white blouse ironed since the evening.
Looking in the mirror, the girl straightened her blonde hair, which she had gathered in a ponytail in advance. The final touch for her was a small brooch, which Agatha stabbed on the right side of the blazer. It seems that now everything was ready.
Taking a bag with her, which contained several notebooks and two textbooks, Agatha glanced at the neighbour who was going to her, who was not in a hurry for lessons.
—"Do you even know that we have physics first? Not a continuation of the sleepy kingdom." - Framp said in a calm voice. For many people it would seem that this was some kind of sarkness, but Agatha believed that if she showed a drop of attention, then there was already a sign of a good attitude. It was like that in their family.
—"I know, I just have a slight headache. Maybe I was nervous..." Francoise's tired, even sleepy, voice sounded. "Don't worry, everything is fine. You can run and take your seats for now. They say it's very crowded this year, I don't want to sit on the floor."
Silently nodding her head, Agatha cast another piercing look at the girl, as if she was evaluating her. There were clearly no signs of a headache, maybe the reason was something else? At least it wasn't her business.
Walking at a fast pace through the corridors, first from the dormitory, then to the general building, where the classes themselves were held, Framp frantically, although she did not show it, was looking for the unfortunate physics room. As a spite, she was the first, and, in spite of herself, Agatha did not understand her, from the word at all. No, she had the highest scores on all tests, exams, but this is only the basic structure. In-depth concepts, schemes and mechanisms are something that the girl could never master.
Well, chemistry or the same botany was always given to her with a bang. Or some social sciences and humanities.
Continuing her attempts to find an office, Agatha almost started running, because every minute there were fewer and fewer students. And the thought of just going up to someone and asking. On the way, she began to take out a textbook and a notebook, just in case she was very late.
There was also a need to grab some set of laboratory items... Digging in her bag, as if digging a corpse out of the grave, Agatha did not notice that she accidentally crashed into a man walking towards her.
Because of such a collision, the textbook collapsed on the tiled floor with such a good rumble.
—'I'm sorry," Agatha said briefly, looking up to see the victim. It was a tall guy with rather curly hair, which was diligently neatly laid, although a few strands still fell treacherously on his face. Despite all the aesthetic beauty of the young man, he looked very irritable. She realised it just by his look.
—"You need to look where you're going, and not knock down people who come by." in this voice there was a mockery mixed with a barely restrained urge not to say something sarcastic.
—"I've already apologised. It was a pure coincidence. You were busy with something too, since you didn't notice me." - Agatha went down to pick up her textbook, which was lying next to the scattered papers of the guy, who also leaned behind them. She heard a strange ticking next to him, but she thought that maybe it seemed to her, and it could have been a wall clock that hinted at her coming lateness. Having decided purely out of politeness to help collect all the scattered things that belonged to the victim. It so happened that they simultaneously reached for the same piece of paper with notes, and their hands unintentionally touched each other. Agatha froze only for a fraction of a second, quickly withdrawing, while noticing the guy's gaze on her gloves.
Shaking off her hand from an accidental touch, Agatha decided to swallow her pride and ask the question that had been tormenting her for several minutes.
—"Could you tell me where the physics room is?" - Noticing how the guy's eyebrows slightly rose up, Agatha rolled her eyes and added. - "Please."
—"So, a new one? That's what I thought. Otherwise, you wouldn't have knocked everyone down, hurrying to class. Especially when the teacher in this subject is always late for ten minutes and fifteen seconds." - the young man added mockingly, which he did not even try to hide. - "The physical laboratory is located at the end of the corridor, the third door on the left. And look under your feet."
With these words, without waiting for an answer or a simple gratitude from the girl, the guy passed by her, heading somewhere straight, to the stairs leading to the second floor, where the senior courses usually practised. A pompous and smug turkey - that's what Agatha thought of him. He also mocked her so much, she just felt it through all his words.
Taking one last look where this proud stranger went, Agatha turned in the direction where he directed her. As she realised, it was necessary to go to the end of the corridor, where there was a massive third door on the right.
Agatha came into the office right with a call, immediately noticing that half of the class was already present in their occupied seats. Choosing a free seat, Framp noticed a desk next to the window, which had a view of the forest. Just like home. She walked there with a quick step, putting the bag on the chair - proof that the place was already taken. A few minutes later, Françoise was melting in the classroom, who looked much better than in the morning. Seeing Agatha, she smiled, coming straight to her.
- "I'll sit with you, okay?" - without waiting for her neighbour's answer, Francoise sat down next to her, laying out things from her bag, on which there were different badges for every taste and colour. - " thought the teacher was already sitting here, but my brother said that he was always late and you don't have to worry. I just ran to him before I came here."
Listening to Francoise, Agatha continued to read the first lecture from the textbook with her eyes to understand at least the essence of the lesson. Some quantum phenomena, nuclear reactions... God, it would be better if she studied all kinds of chemicals and compositions of poisonous plants with interest than that.
Noticing the concentration on the blonde's face, Françoise smiled, slightly pushing her shoulder. "Are you worried about physics? Don't worry, I don't understand her either, and Isaac said he would help with any homework. That's his name, by the way. So good grades in the subject are guaranteed."
- "I'm not a stupid brainless zombie. I can do without it." Agatha replied drily, continuing to reread the incomprehensible paragraph for the second time. The number of free neutrons increases during the reaction... It would be nice to understand what it even means...?
In principle, Agatha was going to work carefully on solving this issue so that in the future she would not have any gaps that would interfere with her studies. The lesson itself was quite unnoticeable,
Professor Ford was a rather calm person who explained the topic of the first lecture well. Agatha diligently wrote down, underlised and highlighted important points. They will definitely be in some kind of test or transfer exam, and Framp will definitely return to them when repeating the material in the future.
Francoise, on the contrary, wrote something in fragments, obviously inspired by the idea that her brother would help her. How is he there? Never mind.
Agatha thought it was foolish to hope for someone, even if it was, say, a close person. She could have also asked for help from Morticia, Margaret or Ophelia, but she didn't do it. Why, and what's the point? They're still worse in physics than Agatha herself. Well, maybe Morticia and Ophelia were trying to understand something, Margaret was a pure humanitarian, and physics for her was some kind of uncovered abyss into which you can fall and not find a way back.
Also, Agatha highlighted a small plus in the piggy bank of her achievements. It's not for nothing that she sat in front of the lesson and read today's topic. Raising her hand to the teacher's question, which he asked the whole group, Agatha was the only one who answered correctly, and besides, she gave examples, which Professor Ford was very happy about and gave the first earned "A". The younger Framp planned to continue in the same spirit, especially in the next class, which was scheduled for chemistry. That's when she'll show herself in all her glory. After all, "Scientia potentia est" means "Knowledge is power" in Latin.
These two years have passed too unnoticed for Agatha. She devoted all her time to her studies, immersing herself in the study of her own strength and her essence. Framp dreamed that Nevermore would be considered the best of the best, perhaps even eclipsing the older sisters. In her heart, she always wondered, where did she get such a desire to surpass others? Of course, some moments dragged on from childhood, from the lower grades, but now she's fifteen, and maybe she'll have to outgrow this moment?
Agatha decided to go a little later to avoid unnecessary instructions from her mother and sisters. She already understood perfectly well that all three in Nevermore would be the case to introduce her to everyone or even to some of their companies, that the girl was not interested at all. God forbid, will Morticia also introduce her... boyfriend? With such a thought, Agatha only mentally crossed herself. All summer she prepared for joint study with her relatives, counting down the days as before the Day of Judgement.
Slamming the lid of the last suitcase, Agatha went downstairs for the third time.
She didn't seem to have forgotten anything. Oh, even if that's the case, he'll definitely come back during the holidays or the weekend and pick it up.
Sitting in the car in the back seat, Agatha watched with her eyes as one of the butlers of her family, having already had time to put everything in the trunk, got behind the wheel. Well, the trip promised not to be particularly long. If her memory doesn't change, the academy itself was located about two and a half hours from home, so she'll have some time to devote herself. Immediately thinking about it, Agatha looked down at her gloves, which had recently become an integral part of her wardrobe.
She tried to select them clearly for her image, so that they would only complement it from time to time, without interfering in any way and not looking superfluous. With age, Agatha began to add gothic things to her images more and more often, but still tried not to neglect them. After all, life shouldn't be only in black and white colours, right?
Looking out the window, Agatha kept catching the landscapes of the dark forest, which was combined with a narrow part of the roadway. This view fascinated her. She always dreamed of going to nature with her family during the holidays or some holidays, but, alas, it never worked out. I still remember the moment when the girl prepared a small picnic in a clearing in the forest, which was not far from the house, and no one came there... After this attempt, she didn't even try to gather someone from her loved ones anymore.
What's the point?
Throwing negative thoughts aside, the younger Framp inhaled and exhaled. She didn't want to clog her head with unnecessary garbage again, which would knock her off her feet, making her too sensitive and naive. Moreover, Agatha swore to herself that she had buried her old self deep underground and that no one should see her real self, except for a pillow and a mirror in the room. Mother always said that showing any emotions in public is an incredible sign of weakness and fragile ego, so Agatha did not want to seem like a lousy sheep, as she was considered before because of the lack of a gift.
Deciding to distract herself from all this, Agatha took out of her bag a plan for the school year. In August, she studied it far and wide, making notes in those places that interested her most: firstly, all newcomers are lured into all kinds of clubs and circles, and Agatha already knew for sure that she would enter either medical, if there were places, or scientific; secondly, she hoped that she would get a single room. Framp didn't even plan to make friends. Why did she need unnecessary distractions to be thrown out later, like...
Shaking her head, Agatha covered her eyes. I didn't want to stir up the past at all, especially before the upcoming school year, so you need to focus on more important things than this.
Agatha broke away from her notes only when she felt that the car had stopped.
Raising her head, the image of the very elite academy for outcasts, performed in the style of Romanian architects of the late XVII and early XVIII centuries, appeared before her. At first glance, you could realise that the building carries a kind of mystery that the girl would like to solve.
Adjusting her school uniform, Agatha got out of the car. Hundreds of students flashed in front of her, hugging their parents, brothers and sisters from time to time, creating a too cosy atmosphere, from which the younger Framp was skewed and she turned away, just not to see all this pink sweetness.
Near the arch leading to the centre of the academy, Agatha measured her mother and sisters chatting about something of their own. Having quickly asked the butler to follow her to find the room where she would have to live during her training here, the girl tried to dive imperceptibly through the crowd so that she would not be noticed.
—"Are you in a hurry somewhere, honey?" — mother's voice stopped Agatha halfway as soon as she passed by them, like a stranger. - "Or are you so inspired to death by your arrival here that you didn't even notice your family?"
—"Do it, mom. Sister is already worried that she is pale, as if all the blood was drunk from her, and you are pressing on her." - followed by the voice of Morticia, holding a lush bouquet of red roses in her hand, which were collected in black kraft paper and tied with a lush satin ribbon. A gift from the suitor?
Agatha sighed, realising that she had not managed to quickly escape from unnecessary conversations, and therefore she would have to endure everything from beginning to end.
—"I was just in a hurry to lay out all my things faster and start preparing for tomorrow's lessons. We need to study all the topics to figure it out and make a plan.." - Agatha didn't have time to agree, as her mother interrupted her, brazenly invading her speech.
—"God, Agatha, stop talking. Go unpack your suitcases, so be it. I will give instructions to your terrible sisters to take care of you."
After her mother's words, Agatha barely restrained herself from smiling. She started talking fast on purpose, knowing perfectly well how it annoys her mother and gets on her nerves. Turning around, the victorious smile still touched the edge of her lips until Agatha heard the sound of heels following her.
- "Sister, where are you running, wait!" - and again Morticia... Well, what didn't she have, and she followed Agatha like death was dying? - "I have to show you the device of Ophelia Hall, our women's dormitory. By the way, Gomez's best friend's sister will live with you. A charmingly cute girl who moved in a few weeks ago. She's with her brother...'
Agatha didn't even listen to me anymore.
Will he live with her? Neighbour? All her plans for living alone fell into the abyss irretrievably. And why did they just put someone in her? Of course, she understood that there were a lot of students, and the seats were not rubbery at all, but... If fate decided to laugh at her like that, Agatha would accept this challenge with her head proudly raised.
All the way, my sister told Agata about the academy itself, what is allowed and what is not. Framp didn't even think about the violations of the rules.
Creating the image of a diligent student was in her plans for a long time, so it was out of the question.
Having reached the room, which was already on the third floor, Agatha was the first to go inside, which she regretted very much. The girl immediately pounced on her, saying the words of greeting with a satisfied exclamation.
- "My God! You're finally here! My name is Francoise Knight, but you can just call me France, my friends usually do that."
Agata stared at her neighbour, slightly catching a little stupor. She didn't expect to be so...kind with her? Friendly?
Morticia seems to have noticed her younger sister's nervousness, so she decided to take matters into her own hands.
- "Françoise, glad to see you. This is my younger sister, Agata. A very hardworking and smart girl with a rare gift. I hope you'll become great friends." - said the black-haired woman, patting Agata on the shoulder, to which she immediately threw off her hand. - "Then we'll have to get together sometime. And take Isaac with you, otherwise he's sitting on his experiments, not going anywhere."
With these words, Morticia left the two girls, realising perfectly well that they needed to get used to each other. The butler came out after her, leaving all of Agatha's belongings near the door. There was a prolonged silence between Framp and Knight for a few seconds, which was the first to be broken by Françoise.
—"Well, if we are neighbours, we should learn something about each other, right? I don't know much about your family, sometimes my brother told me something from the words of his friend, but I didn't really listen."
—"What exactly do you want to know?", Agatha asked directly, starting to disassemble her things from the first suitcase. She immediately looked around the room, noting that the room was quite spacious, just for two people. Noticing that Françoise had chosen the left side, Agatha had no choice but to occupy the right part.
—"Well, what's your gift? What do you like? What are your hobbies? How..."
It seems that Agatha was beginning to realise why her mother couldn't stand it when they spoke quickly and asked a bunch of questions at the same time.
—"Let's slow down, okay?" - Framp said, carefully laying out the clothes on the shelves in the closet. - "I have rare abilities. I love a lot of things, I'm interested in a lot of things. Enough?" sceptically glancing at her neighbour, Agatha continued to go about her business.
—"Actually, I expected a little more details, but, okay. I can't blame you for being closed, I was like that myself before."
After that, Francoise began to go about her business: she hung posters of her favourite bands and some cartoons, put a couple of magazines about autumn fashion on the bedside table - in general, she was engaged in what ordinary girls of her age do. Agata had finished unpacking her things by this time. They had a much more meagre choice, and if you compare the two parts of the room in a cosy atmosphere, Agatha would mentally choose the half that belonged to her neighbour. Francoise noticed the girl's confusion and was distracted from laying out school supplies on her desk.
- "You look like my older brother with your eminence. A little bit of everything, too." - Knight smiled, sitting down on the bed. -
"You'll have to make friends. Anyway, as first-year students, we will often encounter second-year students. I'm sure you'll find a common language!"
At the suggestion of her neighbour, Agata couldn't help but roll her eyes. What other acquaintances? She would be able to endure only her presence, and preferably sisters in addition. Friends, this is, of course, good, especially in such a turbulent school life as Nevermore, but clearly not for Agatha, who is used to always holding on to a lonely wolf. Why wasn't she a werewolf at all? Then this expression could accurately describe it. And there were much fewer problems than with this poltergeist, which Framp herself could not deal with herself.
The concept of death is very peculiar in terms of understanding. Some believe that this is the end of the path of human life, others are the beginning of something new, and others think that with a certain period of time the soul is reborn into a new shell and everything starts again. Don't forget that everyone has their own opinion on this. And, in the end, absolutely everything will face death: people, animals, and even those who are somehow different from others, for example, by certain abilities.
In general, it is customary to raise all these "black" pributki during the autumn period, when the summer outside the window has long since ended, which left behind only lonely pours hanging on the branches of the trees, coolness and a kind of emptiness on the eve of something grandiose. Usually at such moments you want to either just sit at home, enjoying the warmth and cosiness, or, on the contrary, completely immerse yourself in the atmosphere of autumn weather. But do not forget that it is during this period that various things begin to happen that can shake the psyche of even a tardented person: the sunset becomes more sinister, slowly turning into a gloomy, dark night, the moonlight of which is thrown on the dead grass requested by the dried foliage. In the sky, the clouds sway as if they are parodying bulky coffins, where there are long-dead dead, in which corpse larvae are laid. Trees at this time become creepy ghosts, whose clawed hands still strive to grab a lost and restless soul.
The beginning of autumn is usually not like that. The remnants of the summer can still be felt in the air. Maybe the weather is warm, called "women's summer", but here you'll be lucky. After all, this fleeting euphoria can last for a month or several weeks, and maybe even days. In fact, it is always unforgettable to catch a drop of the remaining summer at the beginning of autumn. Unlike the hot months, during which you do not know where to put yourself, here you can enjoy a light warmth that refreshes the soul and thoughts.
With such melancholic thoughts, Agatha sat on her favourite window sill in the room and looked out the window, the view of which opened on a spacious cemetery flashing in the distance, and a forest dressed in a bright red and yellow cape. Today was Agatha's thirteenth Birthday, which she planned to spend in the same way as the previous ones, namely, in the cemetery, taking care of the graves of the deceased, and, perhaps, collecting already fallen leaves to dry them and make a herbarium. Moreover, the weather was pleasantly warm outside, which the girl was certainly happy about. Unlike her sisters and mother, who loved cloudy and cold everyday life, Agatha really liked the days when you could walk and enjoy the last rays of the sun that really warmed the earth. Everything would be fine if there was a small incident that happened right when she woke up.
Throwing a disgruntled look at her hands, on which now flaunted barely noticeable black patterns, Agatha realised that she had to slowly get ready to go downstairs for a family breakfast. But what will your parents say about it? If, of course, they were at home. Agatha's mother was already a busy woman, always engaged in her business, just like her father, and the older sisters were on their own wave, proud of the fact that they studied in Nevermore.
In fact, Agatha was also good at home schooling, which she had been on for a year. She always had some gaps with school - not in her studies, no, Agatha tried to study with only high grades, receiving praise from teachers and mentors, so misunderstandings came from the other side - relationships with other children. Since Agatha came from a family of believed to be outcasts, of course, her classmates could not do without any jokes and discussions. At first, the younger Framp thought it was out of envy. Parents were rich, self-sufficient, unlike school descendants. But envy is different, isn't it? Okay, when she's healthy and doesn't go beyond the framework of decency, and when she's already reaching exacerbation... Here the measures are different. Therefore, now Agatha felt completely calm and satisfied without annoying noise, which allowed her to productively study and learn what she liked.
Quickly changing from night clothes to more comfortable ones, Agatha looked at herself in the mirror to fix her blonde hair, which had recently begun to curl unruly at the tips. The final touch for her were gloves, which Agatha decided to add to her image. So far, I didn't want to ask my mother what kind of patterns appeared on my hands, sometime later, when it's the right time. If they suddenly ask, she'll say it's just her new chip, now there were all kinds of additions in the fashion world, right?
Going down the vintage stairs, which perfectly complemented the classic elegance and style of the house itself, Agatha went to the dining room, where no one was yet. Well, as always, what could she hope for? As if, even on her birthday, relatives will come to please her youngest daughter. Agatha sat down at the table, obediently folding her arms on her knees. As soon as she wanted to plunge into her thoughts, the coffin silence was interrupted by the clear sound of heels that were being given on the parquet from the living room. There was no doubt - it's none other than a mother. Agatha instinctively looked down at the bloody smoothie standing in front of her face, so often served for breakfast, and pretended to have just started her meal.
- "Imitating the process of unwilling food intake is as unfortunate as pretending to be dead, Agatha." - sounded the reproachful voice of the mother, who took her place in the centre of the dining table. - "And, yes, happy birthday. You didn't say what gift you wanted, so I bought you a set for drawing your trinkets. You'll enjoy yourself after your studies."
Agatha was surprised by her mother's words. Did she give her something? Raising her green eyes, which looked like little emeralds, the younger Framp focussed her gaze on her mother.
- "Thank you." - these were the only words that Agatha could squeeze out of herself. She wanted to say something else, but it was unpleasantly stabbed in her hands, as if they had been pierced through with a sharp, well-honeded dagger. Agatha couldn't hold back the sharp pain that she even let out a quiet tormented moan. Noticing her daughter's anxiety, Esther listened but looked at her, piercing her.
—"Agatha? Is everything okay?" - the mother's calm voice sounded, as if nothing had happened. - "You look like you're getting ready to go to the other world."
The pain still didn't subside, on the contrary, it even continued to grow. Her eyes darkened so much that Agatha couldn't see anything in front of her except the nearest cutlery. The mother's voice in the background sounded remotely, as if she was on the second floor of the house, and not in the same room with Agatha.
Agatha woke up in her room, immediately noticing that the windows were covered, not letting in a single sunlight. Esther was sitting next to the bed, slowly reading a book.
—"What happened? Did I faint?" Agatha asked, getting out of bed to stretch and stretch her limbs that were stiff during her disconnection.
— "As you can see. Actually, it was quite unexpected to see you fainting. Ophelia usually suffered from this as a child. But I think the reason here is different," - in the mother's voices you could catch a rare anxiety that Agatha could count on her fingers throughout her life. - "But your hands are clearly the reason for that. When did you get these patterns, Agatha?"
Agatha looked down at her hands, on which these black marks continued to flaunt, as if mocking her. To be honest, she already hoped that it was just a bad dream, which turned out to be a reality.
— "This morning they just appeared. I don't know what it is. Is this some kind of disease?" - waiting for an answer, Agatha looked at these intricate patterns again. They started from the wrist and ended about somewhere above the middle of the radius, while looking much more noticeable than in the morning.
After listening to her daughter, Esther slammed the book shut, carefully putting it on a nearby pedestal. She silently took Agatha's hand in hers, carefully examining the black lines. Esther went through thousands of options in her head, what could it be. In her entire life, she has never encountered such a kind of... outcasts? There was no doubts, her daughter showed incomprehensible abilities, but which ones. Loosening her grip, Esther twisted Agatha's face left-right, as if looking straight into her soul.
—"I have a few guesses, but I won't voice them. I need more confirmations. I hope there are no more ailments? Aren't you in a near-death state?"
After a few more phrases with her mother, Agatha was left alone in the room. She lowered her head again on the soft pillow, looking at the grey ceiling. I wonder what kind of patterns they were that even her parent didn't know about? Are they so rare or so dangerous?
It must have been about three hours since Agatha opened her eyes after a dream. The weather outside has changed dramatically. It was so sunny in the morning, and now it was raining outside, which was confirmed by the drops knocking on the roof. Of course, on her birthday, she did not think to fall into the deep realm of Morpheus, but her body felt so tired, as if Agatha had not slept for a whole day, if not more.
Getting out of bed, Agatha realised that she was wearing casual clothes, in which she came down to have breakfast: black loose pants, pleasantly fitting to the skin, and a white blouse, more like the style of the nineteenth century. Her whole look was a little crumpled, to which Agatha sighed discontentedly. She didn't really want to change clothes, so after smoothing the crumpled edges, Agatha glanced at her desk, on which there were three letters - one from Tisha, the second from Ophelia, and the last one from Margaret. Well, the sisters decided to congratulate her straight from Nevermore, sending her beautifully written words and wishes. Agata put the letters aside, then somehow reads at leisure, when she's bored. Now she had other problems.
Down the stairs to the living room. So she would go for a walk outside, but it was raining, and she didn't really want to get wet. After spending time reading a gothic novel, which she reread for the second time, Agatha enjoyed a story about the mysterious "ghost" living in the Paris Opera building and the mysterious events taking place around her. This book immediately attracted Agatha with its kind of mystery, which she sought to understand. Almost finished reading one of the chapters, she was distracted by her mother's voice, who again decided to honour her daughter with her presence.
Raising her head from the book, Agatha saw all the emotions on her mother's face, who looked at her as if something had happened. Esther was thoughtful, it could be understood that way, and Agatha very rarelv saw her like that.
Younger Framp looked at her mother expectantly, watching her every move from one side of the living room to the other. She usually behaved like this when she had any problems at work that arose because of annoying customers who wanted an excessively large discount on funeral services.
—"Mom? Is something bothering you? Is it because of me?" Agatha's timid voice sounded, to which Esther stopped abruptly. She glanced at her daughter's face, then straightened her hair and sighed.
—"Agatha, there's a happy serious conversation," Esther began, slowly moving closer. - "Your patterns... They appeared for nothing, my dear. This is one of the first manifestations of poltergeist's ability."
—"Poltergeist? This is one of the rare species of outcasts. Almost nothing is known about them..." - Agatha's eyes flashed a misunderstanding of the whole situation. To make her a poltergeist? An outcast? It can't happen! All the time Aoata thought that she would no longer be an outcast, would not have any outstanding qualities like her sisters. But it seems that fate has prepared completely different plans for her, and Agatha had no doubt that she would no longer see a quiet life.
—"Ecress, and don't be so surprised. I always knew you'd ever have something." Well, yes, of course. After her mother's words, Agatha couldn't help but laugh to herself. After all her reproaches and comparisons with her older daughters, that Agata will always be ordinary... - "So in two years you will enter Nevermore to show your full potential. This academy is very serious, so you will prepare to the fullest to be one of the best. Still, there's no need to disgrace the surname Framp."
Maybe it was for the best. Now she has a new goal - to show that she is not worse than her sisters, and maybe even better.
Agatha had rare abilities, didn't she? She will be practising every day so as not to hit her face in the dirt in front of everyone.
And no obstacles will stand in her way.
Even death...
well! this is my first story! English is not my native language, but I hope it's well written! I would appreciate any feedback))
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