Mayflower

Lark Rose, who was eighteen years old, lied in bed wearing a Pink Floyd band tee-shirt; plumb, in a still-like position as if she had been poisoned by some pestilential substance; after ignoring her alarm clock for the third time, she finally awoke to realize she was late for her first day of college. Moments later, the door knob turned and a fledgling woman waltzed through the door with a shy, pygmy smile.

“Um... I specifically requested to have my own personal, dorm room.” stated Lark in annoyance.

“With a second bed? Esme quizzed.

“I heartily apologize for this misunderstanding, but I think there must have been some kind of gaffe.” She brisked over to Lark’s bed to extend her hand without vacillation.

“My name is Esme. She greeted.

“Lark.” riposte Lark, slightly hesitant.

Standing to her feet at last, Lark shook Esme’s hand before turning to make up her muddled, begrimed, grungy bed-sheets; she lazily dabbled intermediately with the quilted cover sheet in an effort to make the bed, thereafter propping her pillow to the head of the bed attempting to make it look perfectly well-made; she turned around halfway to Esme hoping that she wasn’t watching the whole time.

“I think we’re late for class.” Esme noted.

“Yeah.” Lark rejoined abandoning the tousled, half made-up bed.

Esme and Lark ambled side by side in scurry on their way down the otiose hallway; Lark stopped in her tracks once she saw a young woman, her only cousin, in her mid 20’s standing there waiting for her at the school entrance.

“Tulip!” Lark exclaimed.

Lark ran upwards to Tulip who was strolling over to her until she finally reached her. “Hey Lark, there’s something I wanted to give you.” said Tulip holding out a necklace.

“It’s a locket, it looks ancient.

“Wherever you are Lark, it will always remind you of the family that you do have. Even if it’s just one person. Tulip told.

“It’s you Tulip.” Lark replied.

Swiftly, she took the locket necklace out of her cousin’s hand and gave her a long-overdue hug. Esme waited patiently behind Tulip and Lark, smiling at their reunion; Tulip acknowledged her presence, waved and give her a warm, welcoming smile. Returning the silent greeting, Esme waved enthusiastically, giving a genuine smile. “Okay, I appreciate you coming Tu. I’m-- we’re late for class though.

Lark began to leave; Tulip grappled her arm.

Lark, I need you to know that you’re truly capable of the extraordinary and it’s something like no one else has seen before. So, no matter how hard it may be, there’s a possible chance to change the outcome. Promise me you won’t give in. History is in your hands.” Told Tulip.

Lark paused, perennially gaping at her, processing what she just heard because nobody had ever told her that, until... the school hall went pure glum. Tulip immediately released Lark’s arm and vanished from her sight with the light of day.

“Tulip!” Lark bellowed.

Esme pulled Lark as they scurried onto the ship, leading a flock of vintage dressed former denizens away from England. She spotted her parents whirling, nearly boarding; concern heaped her face. Once both of them boarded the ship, Lark stood in the center drifting into oblivion. After every passenger boarded, Esme bustled through running with her mother and father.

“Lark steer!” Esme bawled.

“What?!” Shouted Lark.

Lark turned forward struggling to steer, completely lost for direction. A gargantuan raging bull appeared on the ship; the pilgrims shrieked around about everywhere. Losing her focus, she turned backwards to watch them jump in the sea.