A/N- I'm making it as if all along Jess was in grade nine and May Belle was in grade 4
Jess walked out of his house, about to do his morning chores, but just stared at the moving truck outside of Leslie's old house. "No….not yet…"
But he continued on with his chores, not thinking of the truck all morning, until 20 minutes past the opening exercises.
She walked in, her face mostly hidden behind dark hair that didn't seem dark. It seemed to hold light colours and dark within it, and her nose peered out, covered in freckles. Her lips, cracked and dried as they were, formed a frown, not upset, but nervous. As the principal introduced her to the class, she shyly looked around. Jess was taken aback by her eyes; they seemed to hold all the colours an eye could have, seemingly shining on their own. Her freckled face flushed red as the children laughed at her name. "Sonnet Abbot is new to our school, please," he said, looking hardly at Scott and Gary. "Help her get adjusted to the school."
Her eyes still swept the room, looking for a desk or an inviting face, locking eyes with Jess for only a few seconds that seemed to lengthen into hours. Sonnet looked away, quietly asking Mrs. Myers where she should sit. She pointed sadly to a desk that seemed out of place.
She sat down, and Jess could hardly keep from crying out, "That's Leslie's desk!"
Sonnet sat at her desk, feeling as out of place as the desk was. Why does that guy look so sad? She thought.
As they were writing a note down from the board, Jess noticed that Sonnet had finished and was doodling in the corner of her page. He watched as she carefully drew the face, gentle and kind, with long, wispy hair and long, pointy ears. His heart cried, Not again, please God, not again.
At lunch he watched her sit by herself, but decided against sitting with her, she seemed fine by herself. Oh, great, here comes Scott. Jess thought.
Sonnet watched carefully as the two boys walked up to her. "Hey new kid, you know, you have bad luck, being the new kid."
"Why?" she asked quizzically.
"Well, you know the other new kid died not to long ago, fell into a river. She was loser over there's best friend." He nodded towards Jess who was busy eating his sandwich on a bench.
"That sucks, but," her eyes grew hard now. "I doubt you made their lives any easier, so you can stop talking about them poorly before you get a broken face."
"You're lucky I don't hit girls, or you would be so dead."
"What? To old fashioned to try your luck on a fight with a girl, just to show how much of a weakling you really are? Leave before I change my mind," she growled under her breath. The two boys took no time at all before they ran away.
Jess stole a glance at Sonnet who was now chewing her bottom lip. No wonder her lips are all cracked, Jess thought. He thought he saw her look up at him, meeting his eyes with an understanding gaze, nut he looked again and her eyes were on her food.
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