It all started the second day of kindergarten. I was skipping to school, my (amazing) Doctor Who backpack bouncing happily between my shoulders. I was convinced that my second day of school would be better than my first, or at least I was hoping it would be. I frowned slightly at the memory of yesterday when this mean boy, Will, stole my cookies. I will NOT suffer through the agony of losing my beloved sugary treats again, today I have a plan if worse comes to worse: shin kicking.
I finally reached my school; Silas Elementary. I turned around and waved at my dad across the street (we live very close to my school). Yesterday, I asked my dad why we had to live so close and he started going on about how if something happened at school, he would be able to protect me. I asked what could possibly happen and he started ranting about the dangers of bears(?), angry mobs, and boys with motorcycles (where is he getting this stuff?). Talking about all those things got daddy so worked up that he also enrolled me in krav maga classes, whatever the heck those are. Shaking my head at my ever-rambling thoughts, I turned back to my school and began walking towards my classroom.
I managed to make it halfway to my class before a pair of small hands popped out from an unmarked door and pulled me through it. The door closed behind me, and I wait for my eyes to adjust. Eventually my eyes manage to discern beautiful chocolate colored eyes, framed by an ivory face and curly ebony hair. The mystery girl put one finger to her lips, signaling I needed to be silent. I quietly looked around and saw: a mop, a broom, a big yellow bucket on wheels, and a copious amount of cleaning supplies. Apparently my strange new acquaintance managed to find the janitor's closet. I was about to tell this girl why it was dangerous for a janitor to leave a closet filled with, essentially, poison, when I heard voices outside. "Where is that little twerp?" said boy number one.
"I don't know Will," the girl and I both bristle at boy number one's name, "I swear I saw her. Maybe we should just forget about your annoying sister and go after that girl with the cookies, those were great." Said boy number two. I was seriously considering kicking that cookie thief in the shins if he kept talking.
The girl across from me frowned when she saw the look in my face. "You are cookie girl?" she mouthed silently at me. I nodded my confirmation and then we continued listening to the other side of the door.
"Ah, whatever. We'll find them during recess." Muttered Will. A few seconds later the only thing we could hear on the other side of the door was the sound of retreating footsteps.
The girl across from me sighed deeply in relief and held out her hand, "Carmilla Kirstein, nice to make your acquaintance."
I stare at her a second before grasping her hand with my own and shaking it, "Laura Hollis. Pleased to meet you. How long have you been in this janitor's closet? Also how did you get in? Because if it was just left unlocked, then the janitor should get in trouble for being negligent; a lot of things in here are poisonous. Also, was that guy your brother? If so, I'm sorry. You must never get any cookies because he steals them all. I have some here." I reached into my backpack and pulled out my Tardis lunchbox, opened it, and retrieved a small bag of cookies. I divided them evenly, and then gave Carmilla half.
She stared at me with her mouth slightly open, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, "Well cupcake, that was the longest and most adorable rant I have ever seen. To answer your questions: I stole the janitor's keys, I have been in here since I got to school this morning, and yes that weasel is my brother. I saw William take your cookies yesterday and didn't want a repeat of that, so I grabbed you when you were walking by and hid you in here with me." She smiled triumphantly after answering my questions successfully, "Oh, and thanks for the cookie." she said while nibbling on the edge of it.
I shyly smile back at her and begin to eat my own cookie. The bell rings off in the distance and I jump up and start shoving things into my bag, "Ohmygosh Cram we're going to be late for class! Shoot, did I have Miss Turner, or Miss Annette? This is a disaster!" I turned to face the startled brunette, "It was great to meet you, I'll find you at recess and we can continue our conversation." I grabbed her into a quick hug and then jerked the door open and bolted outside, calling behind me; "See ya later Carm!"
"Later creampuff!" could be heard faintly behind me. I smiled at the thought of my new friend; she was pretty cool, even if she did like calling me the names of sugary awesomeness.