Pantheo High: Enrollment

Last Breakfast Home

Psyche wakes up from the fall. She groans and slowly gets up, her eyes adjusting to the state of the room: a relatively small room that is lit up by a window in front of her. One regular wooden bed with blue covers at her back, and one pair of steel bunk beds on her left with yellow covers. The walls were painted beige, with white lining. Inside the covers were two of her brothers: Egan and Agot. The sun shines on Psyche's eyes, making her turn away. She saw the state of the room: neat but also has that smell of overworked CPUs, which is just plastic if anyone just decided to slow cook it in an open fire. She heard her mother yelling from downstairs.

Ms. Bellitudo: *muffled* Psyche!! Get up!! You're gonna be late for your first day at school!! You still have to pack remember??!!!

Psyche places earbuds on both her brothers and plays Down with the Sickness by Disturbed, on her phone. Needless to say, once the 10-second intro stopped, both of them immediately rose from their beds and started screaming, trying to cover their ears from the loud rock music, which really didn't help. She then paused the music and showed them her warm smile.

Psyche: Breakfast is ready!

The two brothers remove the earbuds and toss them aside before trying to clean their ears with their pinky fingers.

Egan: Owww...

Agot: Owww...

Sporting the usual fuzzy light blue pajama pants and sweatshirt, Egan was no taller than 4 feet. He had curly black hair and a pretty scrawny, rectangle-like torso, which does not go well with his stick-like arms and legs. His face was a bit chubby, with baby fat, his eyes being of a dark brown color, his skin, a chocolate milk brown, and his two front teeth were missing from the row of light-yellowish teeth shown as he yawned while scratching his chest.

Agot was the wide one. Not tall, wide. He was around 5 feet and 5 inches and probably weighed about 200 pounds or more, which was surprising on how his black Xbox t-shirt and baggy red basketball shorts. He didn't have six-packs, but he had an entire keg of a stomach, which went with his meaty arms and legs, but not with his smaller, childlike head. His face was pudgy like his cheeks were storing a cookie he just ate. His eyes were a warm shade of brown, caramel-ish complexion, and his hair was just a straight, jet black, crop top fade.

The two of them acted like zombies as they walked downstairs: heads bowed down, uncoordinated walking, occasionally bumping into one another or the banister. It didn't help that the steps were made of freshly waxed oak wood, so they kept slipping from time to time, causing them to skip a few steps while maintaining balance. How they do it, we will never know.

The living room was quite spacious, which gave space for the living room, which was separated from the kitchen and the dining room by a wall that had a door-shaped hole on it. Otherwise, the place is pretty much neat and orderly: ocean blue walls, ceramic white tile floors, and two small raindrop-style chandeliers to illuminate the rooms with sparkly white light. In the dining room were four wooden chairs, surrounding a large, light brown, Lazy Susan turntable, with four white ceramic plates, complete with pairs of spoons and forks. Once Psyche, Egan, and Agot gathered around the table, Ms. Bellitudo came out of the kitchen with a plate of steaming hot pancakes and two syrups: chocolate and maple. As soon as she placed the food at the center of the table, the boys smelled the aroma of cooked dough wafting through the room. Egan's eyes widened in glee as his pupils dilated, focusing on the doughy breakfast.

Egan: DIBS!

He sped to his seat and waited with anticipation while Agot, unfazed by the pancakes and the pre-sugar rush Egan had, just plopped on a chair, making it creak.

Psyche smiled a bit at the gesture her mom did. After all, it was her last day home. Once she sat down, everyone started to pass around the pancakes, taking one or two. Her mom looked around as she sliced a piece of her pancake and ate it, a bit nervous to make conversation. Finally, she cleared her throat and tried for a smile.

Mom: So, are you excited for your first day in Pantheo High? Are you sure you packed everything?

Psyche looked at her with surprised eyes, as if it was her first time hearing her talk.

Psyche: Um, I think? And um, yeah, it's packed upstairs.

Mom: Oh, I'll take care of that.

She turns to Egan and Agot, giving them the look: looking at them, then at the stairs, then back at them. Agot sighs and gets up from his chair, while Egan groans.

Egan: MOOOOOOM!!! Do WE have to?!

Psyche: Yeah, Mom, you don't have to.

Mom: No, no. It's fine. Just start dressing up for your first day. As for you-

She then looks at Egan with that passive-aggressive smile: slightly forced facial muscles, seen through her stretched smile lines. The annoyance could be seen in her eyes. A tired one at that, from waking up early in the morning to tidy up the house and cook breakfast for the whole family.

Mom: You can either do that or start cleaning your room.

Egan growls and rolls his eyes.

Egan: UGH!! FINE!!!

While he got out of his chair and started stomping up the stairs, Ms. Bellitudo lets out a sigh of relief and

Psyche ate the last bit of her pancakes before hitting the showers and dress up in their room.

Ten minutes later, she has already dressed inside the bathroom: a purely tiled room: blue marble for the walls, white ceramic for the floor. Being a bit small, it had the sink and the toilet on one side and the shower on the other, separated by a clear, translucent shower curtain, hung through a shiny, silver looking bar.

She looked into the bathroom mirror, wearing a baggy Nightwing hoodie, some slim-fitting jeans, and black low cut shoes, just to see if it was decent enough. She wasn't much into looks, but Psyche just wanted to see if it fit her.

Psyche: Hmm, good enough.

Once she left the bathroom, Psyche looked at what was on top of her desk: her old camera. It was a light SLR, or a Single Lens Reflex camera. It looked like any other camera: a leathery black, box-shaped film camera with a big lens on the front and a brown mirror, the glass part of the lens. On top of it were three dials, the two on the left separated by the built-in flash. The camera's upper corners had black rectangular loops. Connected to them was the camera strap: a black hemp string strap with a single yellow stripe in the middle. Psyche walks up to the desk and holds the camera in her hand. She felt like bringing it around.

Psyche: *thought* Well, I might as well bring this and take some shots for a future scrapbook. Besides, Egan might break this once he finds it.

She slings the camera one her left shoulder and walks out of the room, but just as she walked out, she saw Egan struggling to drag her brown luggage bag off the first stair. Psyche walks by and looks at Egan with a smirk.

Psyche: Need any help?

Egan: No! I got this!!!

He tries to pull the bag, but with no luck.

Psyche: Are you sure?

Egan: YES!!!

Egan pulls the bag as hard as possible, but the bag won't budge. Agot got out of the room, carrying one red luggage bag by the top handle with his left hand. He then walks by and lifts the other luggage bag with his right, carrying Egan with it. The little rascal started screaming and kicking his legs out as he saw below that he was dangling from the air as his big brother lifted the bag with ease, went out the front door, and dropped them right on the sidewalk before walking back in. Egan got up and dusted his shirt before going back in, From the far left, up in the puffy white clouds, a red-colored dragon swoops down from the sky and lands down on its hands and feet. Psyche runs out of the house to see her ride.

It was about ten feet tall, around the size of a motorcycle. It's leathery bat wings folded back into scaly, sticklike arms with four black talons, paired with a set of thick, metallic, dark purple scales on its head and back, with a pattern that resembles pine cones. Its eyes were a warm shade of green, like fresh moss, illuminated by sunlight. It's tail whipped around like a snake, waving back and forth from behind its legs to the reptilian tip. Underneath, was a softer front exterior, dirty white rows of soft leathery skin, filled with fleshy, but hard muscles, like an albino lizard that had the scent of freshly polished leather that you would smell in loafers. With a frame built like a sleek killing machine, it had a cool, wild, and primal beauty to it. It was beautiful in the same way a tank was: a fine piece of fire and metal that can shot a hole through your chest.

At least, that was the initial thought until it stood upright and looked at the two little godlings. Before the dragon can open its mouth, a muffled ringtone started playing from its belly. The dragon looked down to its belly, holding its stomach and moving it from side to side, while the ringtone's volume moved with the belly. It then sighed, as if it just gave up.

Dragon: Well, that's a hundred drachmas I'm not getting back.

The brothers stared at the dragon's flat belly as it vibrated like Jell-O. Egan giggled while going up to it and started poking its belly every time it kept vibrating.

Egan: Sweet.

The dragon gave Egan a confused look before diverting her attention to Agot while her stomach kept jiggling from the poking.

Dragon; I'm here for...

The dragon looks at the palm of her reptilian purple hand, which had a name scribbled on it, but it was smudged from landing on all fours. She tried pronouncing the name.

Dragon: Ssssss-Saychee?

Agot: I think you mean Psyche.

Dragon: Y-yeah, that. Gods. They always have the weirdest names. I mean, I had to pick up someone called Qua-Qui- I can't say it. Can't they just have normal names, like Bob, or Jeff?

He looked at the dragon in confusion and with a tinge of awkwardness.

Agot: I dunno what to tell you. But if it's Psyche you're looking for, I'll go get her.

Inside the house...

Ms. Bellitudo looked at Psyche with a tired, but wistful gaze as she put on her shoes like she was seeing her go out for the first time, or the last, all while washing the dishes. Her eyes dart around as she tries to make up some form of small talk. Psyche was no different, as she was combing her hair to look busy.

Ms. Bellitudo: So, um, new school...

Psyche: Yup.

Ms. Bellitudo: New people, new friends...

Psyche: Mhm.

Ms. Bellitudo: Psyche, just-*sigh* Make sure you call every so often, okay?

Before Psyche could respond, Agot opened the door from the outside and poked his head in.

Agot: Uh, Psyche, a dragon's looking for you.

Psyche nods a bit.

Psyche: I'll be right there.

Agot closed the door, leaving Psyche and Ms. Bellitudo in the same awkward position they were in.

Psyche: I guess that's my cue.

Mom: Right, yeah. Um...

As if on cue, Psyche gives her mom a tight hug before walking out the door, leaving her speechless. While Agot carries the bags and straps them onto the dragon's back, Egan looked away from Psyche as she tried to explain to him for the umpteenth time.

Egan: So that's it. You're leaving us.

Psyche; You know that it isn't like that. I gotta go.

Egan: But you'll come to visit, right? And if you need something you'll ask us, right?

He looked at her with his eyes turning a bit watery. Psyche ruffles his hair, with a kind smile on her face. A smile of assurance.

Psyche: Don't be so dramatic. It's not goodbye anyway. It's more like...see you later.

Egan blinks a bit to remove the 'dust' in his eyes as Agot gives Psyche a really tight bear hug, lifting her a few inches off the ground.

Agot: I'm gonna miss you, sis.

Psyche: *choking* Need...Air...

He then lets go, with Psyche almost hitting the ground if not for the dragon scooping her up, using her own claws to latch on the hoodie. She then flings Psyche to her back, landing in a perfect riding position. Psyche then waves at her brothers as the dragon started to flap its wings, ascending like a helicopter with gusts of wind blowing about, scattering dirt, leaves, dust, and asphalt from the road. Agot gives Egan a boost on his back, letting him wave his big sister goodbye.

Egan: See you later!!!

Psyche shouts back as they started to ascend into the clouds.

Psyche: SEE YOU LATER!!!

As the house below them disappears, the dragon starts gliding forward, way above the clouds where the whistling of the wind, the coldness of the breeze, the clear, bright blue sky was all that is.