I haven't written anything in about a year I believe so this really isn't something I'm particularly fond on. I think I've passed my "prime time of writing" and am unable to write as much or as high of quality as I used to. Ugh. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it at least a little and read the next chapter as well.
I don't own VOCALOID or any brands mentioned in this story.
Eleven minutes left of last period.
Eleven minutes left of school.
Eleven minutes until thin mints.
"Make sure you all finish of your worksheets or you won't be dismissed."
Rin glared daggers at her history teacher's back, wondering how hard it would be to kill someone with a head wound via textbook. She looked down at her paper as if it were in a foreign language-okay not really. The questions were easy enough and came to her with minimal hesitation but they were just so damn long. Each question required a full written response with over a page worth of questions. Rin looked towards the stained ceiling and took a deep breath, visualizing a green unopened box of thin mints waiting for her in the pantry. Motivaion reached.
Her head snapped down along with her pencil on the paper and she began writing furiously, earning some perplexed glances from her classmates. Her hand did not waver in its frenzied motions.
Rin was two questions from finishing when the bell rang and the teacher moved to the door, collecting completed worksheets.
It was only two questions, she reasoned.
Two questions too many.
The blonde slipped from her desk with her belongings and fell in place between two other students near the end of the line. About three people from the door when the teacher examined a questionable paper, Rin sucked in a breath and slid between the woman and the door, only a few people noticing her escaped. She smirked. Being short had its advantages.
All the way home Rin kept a steady fast pace, not stopping to talk to anyone on the way like she usually did. Her legs were sore and her backpack was entirely too heavy on the two mile journey but she did not relent. Her precious, four dollars a box, minty fresh cookies were waiting for her.
Mere steps from the gate Rin remembered she'd forgotten to pack her keys in the morning and tossed her bag off her shoulders over the fence where her body (with some struggles and unattractive grunts) soon followed. Her mother would surely scold her for getting dirt and grass stains on her uniform again but she'd cross that bridge when she gets to it.
Under the rug, in suburban family tradition, lay a silver house key that unlocked the door with a satisfying click. Her now dirty bag still lay forgotten in he grass of the front yard and her shoes were kicked off in different directions during her rush to the kitchen.
Looking back, the first sign of the proceeding events was probably the silence of the house. Her parents were gone running errands, that much she knew, but Len was still home with a broken arm and it was dead silent. Anyone who knew a single thing about Len knew there was no such thing as silence when he was around.
But alas, nothing was important compared to the green box peeking at her from between a thousand packets of instant ramen noodles. Her hand shot out and a shit eating grin adorned her face. her fingertips gazed the front of the box and she pulled it towards her. The clumsy action sent the box the to ground in what seemed like slow motion and Rin froze.
The box was empty.