I wonder how many members of the United States Congress or The New York Times Editorial Board know what the cosine of pi over two is? I don't see how this is useful, but for some insane reason, everyone thought that trigonometry will help me become a journalist. 

"Earth to Stephanie."

"Eh?" I said, looking up at whomever was talking to me,"Oh, it's just you."

Rudy Young. 

"Just me?" He said with an incredelous tone, "I'll have you know that I am very important. I just so happen to the best friend of a young girl named Stephanie Hayes and she would hate to hear anyone speak of me in such dreadful ways."

I laughed, "What do you want, Rudy?"

"I just want to know,"he began, "what was so important that you didn't hear me calling your name."

"I was thinking of the philosophical values of paper." The sarcasm in my voice was heavy.


I rolled my eyes,"Paper symbolizes the empty hallways when you realize you are the only one that isn't in class."

He looked around the corridor, worried. 

I couldn't contain my laughter, "It's the end of the day, dweeb."

"Ugh," he groaned,"I hate you. Goodbye, Steph. I'll see you at rehearsal tomorrow."

I turned and walked away, a smile still on my face.

Hmm, what are the philosophical values of paper?, I thought.

That would've make a lovely journal entry. Maybe New York Times would actually accept this one.

I want you to understand, this story isn't about me. It isn't about Rudy. It is about a quiet British girl named Ariadne.

I turned to look out the wall/window that let you look at the school campus. From there I could see the big oakwood tree that my school was named after. Oakwood School for the Gifted. The School Board only accepts 'the most prestigious student in the world'. Students from all over the world. I suppose that is how I met Ariadne. She was definitely prestigious. So prestigious that she died.

I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me return to the story. I was looking out the window and I saw a small girl skipping up and down the cobblestone paths. She would skip to the tree and then skip all the way back to the building, over and over again.

Who is that girl?, I wondered. Had curiousity not gotten the best of me, she might still be alive.


I greeted the girl at the tree, "Hello."

"Hi." she smiled

When she came closer I was able to make out the features that had seemed so miniscule before. She had shoulder length hair that was the color of pale daisies. Her eyes were large and midnight blue. I coud practically see the stars in her eyes. She had small lips that were so pink it almost looked unatural. She was short and her skin was alabaster.

"Are you new?" I inquired

"Yes and no."

I must have looked puzzled because she began to explain, "I have come to visit this school for years, but this is my first time enrolled in the school."

"Hmm," I said, "What's your name?"

"I'm Ariadne."

"Like, daughter of Minos and Pasiphae?"

"Yes," she smiled. A sweet genuine smile that made the world seem brighter.

"Hmm, well I'm Stephanie. I'm happy to have made your acquaintance."

Looking back at that day, I feel guilty. I feel like I robbed her of the chance to grow up. However, I need you to believe me when I tell you that I never meant for any of this to happen.


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