The man who has no imagination, has no wings

Waking up for class was such a mission, the worst part was, I knew there would be many, many more mornings just like this one. I dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom. After I had showered, it dawned on me. I cringed as I realised I didn’t have a class for the next three hours. Highly annoyed and too awake to go back to bed, I got dressed and headed off to get some coffee.
There was a touch rugby match on today. We were expected to attend.
I found a bench in a quad and sat down. I pulled out my reading for my English Lit class and looked around. I felt very lonely all of a sudden. Piper had gone home and I hadn’t seen my brother. I did know a few people, but I wasn’t going to go to them with my problems.
I had internalised it all. I thought that if I didn’t talk about it, if I didn’t think about it, it would all go away and I’d feel better. I thought that time healed all wounds. But that was just something said by people who didn’t know what it was like to hurt.
I was stupid think it would be that easy. That all I needed to do was pretend and things would magically get better.
“You’re going to attract pigeons.”
I looked up. There he stood, surrounded by a corona of sunshine. He smiled down at me. “Can I sit?”
 
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VIP tickets to Nicki Minja? I was in!
There was nothing like catchy pop-music with bad lyrics to bring people together. Despite my sarcasm, I was genuinely excited to go. It would be my first time seeing these kids going out and partying, and I was willing to put profane amounts of money on it being an interesting night.
Oasis was packed, and I was more than grateful that our VIP tickets got us some breathing room. The crowd was in the process of going very wild, very loudly. Robert was approaching with a wry smile on his face and a bottle in his hand.
Needless to say I jumped to some conclusions, however, I was to be pleasantly surprised. A girl’s head peeked from behind him. She was stunningly beautiful with long dark locks and piercing eyes. She must have been older than me, but younger than my brother.
She smiled at me and stuck out a hand. “Piper Hunting, I’ve been dying to meet Bobby’s younger sister for ages!”
I liked her. “Jay Jay,” I smiled back and shook her hand.
Piper linked her arm up with mine, “You must be terribly sick of seeing Bobby loping around with all these girls,” she said as she turned me around and started walking. I waved quickly to Robert and turned back to hear what Piper was going on about.
On a scale of one to amazing, Piper was fantastic. She was chatty and fun and we laughed until our sides hurt. She made me forget that I ever was sad, she made me forget that there was such a thing as sadness.
At one time in the evening, she leant conspiringly close to me. “That is checking you out.”
“Blonde hair, blue eyes, looks as if he has washboard abs?”
She nodded, a broad smile on her face. “How’d you know?”
I leant in, “I think he’s stalking me, I was considering a restraining order.” I rolled my eyes.
“He’s really cute.”
“He’s an idiot."
 
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I had planned on spending today getting to know the girl in the room next to mine. Little did I know, I wasn’t going to be the one getting to know her.
After the afternoon classes I made time to go visiting, even though it was only next door. I had bought a bunch of flowers and a vase, just in case she didn’t have one. I was locking my door as Robert appeared, I can’t say I wasn’t glad to see him. I always felt better when my brother was around.
Together we walked the whole of five steps and knocked on the door gently.
The girl on the other side was called Poppy, and what she made up for in good looks was to be common sense. Poppy opened the door and I beamed at her. The dorm rooms weren’t that large so I invited out for coffee or tea, or even something stronger.
As we walked we chatted. Poppy was your stereotypical pretty girl. She was wonderfully beautiful, perfectly cheerful with an ever-waiting-giggle, and blissfully mindless; or at least she acted that way. Before we got to the coffee shop, Robert and Poppy had already excused themselves and giggled off in some unknown direction.
Needless to say, I was definitely regretting the presence of Robert among all these girls. I wistfully looked at the coffee shop before turning around and heading off towards the campus.
The lacrosse team lay sprawled across the main field. I spotted Mr-I’m-Such-A-Hot-Blonde posing in the middle of the field. He was good looking, not that I was interested. I looked at him for a while, then I caught myself. I knew his type. And his type highly annoyed me. But still, he was nice to look at me.
“Jay Jay!” He called to me from the field.
 
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I came here to run away. To get away from everything I had lost; everything that was now broken. Broken relationship, broken dreams, broken heart.
 
No one knew me here, no one could judge me on what had happened; no one could pity me, no one could blame me. I was being a coward. I simply packed up and left. I did not want to sit around and deal with what had happened.
 
But I didn’t tell anybody that. I told them that I was off to find adventure. I was going out into the world and I wouldn’t return until I had made a name for myself. The saddest part was that they believed me.
 
I only had two lessons that day, thankfully they were the first two. They were as exciting as I could have expected. But really, I had been looking forward to lessons, and when I woke up that morning, he wasn’t there to share my excitement. My lonely excitement gathered its things and left. Leaving me depleted and apathetic.
 
Naturally my brother was at breaking down the door, with what he thought was knocking, half an hour before my first lesson. He walked with me from class to class and tried his best to cheer me up. But I was beyond that.
 
Eventually he had to leave, with the promise to be back later to pick me up for the first bonfire that was happening later. I didn’t feel like going, but I didn’t feel like being dragged out of my room either.
 
I thought he’d just come to fetch me and we’d leave, but my brother had other ideas. “Sit down, Jay Jay.” His voice was soft.
 
I sat on the edge of bed, looking at him expectantly. He placed a hand on my shoulder, “Are you ok?”
 
I nearly died. I stood up, roughly pushing his hand away. “I’ll be fine, Robert. Let’s just go.” I walked past him, not pausing to see the look on his face.
 
The flatlands were packed with students. The ground seemed to move from the weight of the gathered. There was a huge bonfire that drew us all nearer like moths. Bobby and I walked around together until I say him eyeing up some girl. I gave him a wink and he scooted off. I was left alone. A very intoxicated young man offered me a beer, I declined. Everyone seemed to be having a good time.
 
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I decided that today, since there was nothing better to do, I was going to head out to Soho. Apparently it had quite the cultured vibe, with good books, good music, and... I wasn’t sure about the tri-factor yet, but I was working on it! I looked at my phone, paging through the numbers, I found one and pressed the call button.
 
“Sophie?” his voice was husky through the static.
I smiled, “Hi, Stef, I was just about to head out to Soho, I wanted to know if I could interest you in coming along?”
“Oh Sophie,” I could practically hear him smile, “You most certainly can interest me,” there was a rush of static, a sigh, “But today’s no good for me.”
“Not even later?” I asked.
He let out a slight laugh, “Not even later, next time, I promise I’ll come, ok?”
I smiled into the receiver, “Deal, bye!”
“Bye, Soph.” And we hung up.
I looked over to Pierre who was perched on the couch with a French cross word puzzle and the matching English translate. “Looks like we’re going alone,” I said to him. He nodded, practise indifference on his face.
 
I clomped through the streets of Soho, looking out for a good coffee shop. I spotted the oddest looking one, and walked in with a smile on my face. Pierre was at the counter before I could cross the threshold. I grinned at him and he winked back, reaching for a flask at his hip. I ordered a chai tea and went to find a table. I walked through the small coffee shop, it was quite cute really.
 
“Sophie, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I said automatically before I’d looked up. When I did, I smiled at the dark haired boy before me. “Why hello, Lance.”
He smiled back, “Do come and join me?’ he said gesturing to a little table in the corner by the window. I nodded and followed him. He waited for me to sit, before he himself took the seat opposite me. “What brings you all the way out here?” He asked looking up from a cup of coffee.
I shrugged, “I needed to get out and this sounded like a good option.”
He nodded, his thoughts seemingly not here. “As good as any... and it always makes me feel sort of arty.”
I grinned, “I feel somewhat cultured.”
“Come,” he said, looking as if he’d reached a very important decision, “Let’s go.” He took me by my hand and I was half dragged out the store behind him. Pierre thankfully got my tea.
“Where are we going?” I called to him.
He shrugged, “Just outside.” I stumbled to a stop behind him, almost colliding into his back. “Careful there, girlie.”
I blushed slightly, “Sorry,” I mumbled.
 
“Don’t be.” He sat down on a bench, patting the empty space next to him. Carefully, taking my tea in one hand, I sat down next to him, crossing my ankles. He lent over, “Every day someone performs. Sometimes it’s not too grand.” He smirked.
I arched an eyebrow, “So do you come here to laugh at them?”
He shook his head. “Of course not!” He began explaining, “I come here, and write about their failed attempts. It’s called comedy.”
I suppressed a giggle, “Oh I see.”

(can everyone please pm me their findings and information that they have uncovered during their assignments, or just post it on one of my sets, thanks!)
I opened my assignment file and read through it again. This was going to take a lot of organisational skills. I hoped I had them. I chided myself quietly for thinking that I didn’t, as I arranged several files along an empty self in my apartment. Each file was for a separated part of the mission. I paged through one, it really was interesting how much thieves could find out. Who needed police detectives when you had us? I almost laughed out a loud.
 
There really was nothing left for me to do, so dinner this evening would be a definite go. I headed to the shower, putting on the hi fi as I went. The day seemed longer than it ought to be as I stepped out the shower. I go changed and wondered around my apartment for some time. It was still too early to go to dinner.
 
Idly I pressed my cell phone so it lit up. There was one new message. It was from Mason. I read through it once, and then twice. I bit my lip as I considered what to make of it. Eventually, with a great sigh, I replied. ‘Yes’.