The Chicken Or The Egg

Chapter 18: The Chicken Or The Egg 

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The passing of canvases and water paints were the only sounds that rang loud in the stale whispers that broke silence from a room filled with students.

Vlad grabbed a canvas for himself and placed it in a neatly arranged position.

And Alice, as if expecting the unknown, only waited.

It took a minute or two for Vlad to realize her act.

"Let me guess," he sighed slightly, exhaustion trying to be mimicked. "You want me to grab you one?"

Her smile only brightened at his words.

So, he took the canvas he had positioned for himself and placed it on her side.

"Thank you," she responded, moving to her bag and grabbing a paintbrush.

The school provided each student with a paintbrush, but it seemed that she came with her own.

Not feeling the need to speak out, Vlad ignored what she had done and grabbed a paintbrush for himself.

There it was.

An empty page standing next to his seated self, empty, as if symbolizing that everything had a beginning.

Just empty, void, like a God, only waiting for his brush to paint its reality.

How did everything begin, one of the questions the human brain fails to discover?

"The chicken or the egg," his words finally spoke.

"Huh?" Alice was confused by what he had spoken.

"The chicken or the egg," he placed his paintbrush down and looked at her seated figure, a figure that was never embarrassed to stare back. "What came first?"

She tilted her head at his words and pondered for a moment too long.

"Evolution," she replied, words confident as if knowing. "Chickens didn't exist. So a rooster laid its egg. One day the egg hatched, and it was a chicken." She smiled after finishing her sentence. "Evolution."

Vlad, taken aback by her words, couldn't help but widen his eyes in discovery.

'Why didn't I think of that?' he thought, his mind refusing to believe its truth. "But wait, what came before the rooster?" He found a leak.

And she laughed, her hands moving up closer to her lips.

"It's a paradox," she explained. "It's meant to be contradictory."

And he only sighed as he understood what she meant.

Then silence.

Moving his gaze to the frame that stood before him, he finally found it: the contradiction that always existed, even on his page.

Nothing, but something.

The absolute question.

"Tell me about yourself," she finally asked a question.

"What do you wanna know?" was Vlad's only reply, as he took back his paintbrush from the desk and tainted it with a black colour of paint.

"Everything." She also focused on her painting, her body was straight, and her posture visibly perfect.

"Vlad Dracul," he began to paint from the top of the canvas. "17 years of age; homeschooled my whole life," he tilted his head, as if in focus. "Live alone," he hesitated. "No family; little friends and… that's it."

Her painting stopped, clearly thinking of something.

But then, after some seconds or what seemed to be less, she continued.

"It's your turn," he spoke, as he continued his work of art. "I revealed too much," he confessed, noting how he had spoken what he didn't mean to.

"Don't have any friends besides my family," she immediately said. "Although I love them, there are times, well… almost most of the times, when I feel lonely."

Her brushing didn't stop.

"I have always had amazing intuition," she continued. "But… even if you think you know that something is gonna happen, it takes a lot of effort to understand that sometimes, it's better if that 'said thing' doesn't change." She smiled and looked at Vlad, who was oblivious to her now-turned gaze. "But… when you realize that fact, it's always too late."

She turned back her head, and her eyes locked back to her painting.

Vlad, focused on his art piece, couldn't help but react slightly to her spoken words.

"Dang," he remarked. "Confusing shit."

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"Time's up, goblins!"

RING!!!

The bell rang straight after the teacher's voice, as if he was waiting for its sound.

"Tomorrow is progress checking," he pointed out. "If I hate it, you start over!" He laughed. "Don't forget, the due date is next week." Then he exited the class.

Vlad noticed how Alice smiled at the teacher's actions.

So he only shook his head and noted the predicament.

Pulling the painted page from the canvas, he folded it neatly and placed it in his bag.

"Bye, Vlad," Alice was the first to speak as she looked at his almost retreating figure.

"See you, creep."

His smile was evidently large.

And unknowingly, Vlad was being watched.

John, who sat on the seat once belonging to Alice, had a face of absolute hate.

No, it was deeper than that.

It was something more.

Something unhinged.

Something even his four-eyed, ugly expression couldn't hide.

Something broken.

But unknowingly to him, he was frowning at a God, or something which was close.

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