WISE
"Hey, you."
"Huh?"
"I said, 'You.' "
"What? You mean me?"
"Oh... Ahah! I must have been imagining it... Nevermind."
"Huh?"
"...I said, 'Nevermind.' "
"Okay..."
"What a w... Aa—argh!"
Bang.
The Sparks school's reading list selection committee's members, at a meeting for the first time in six months, had just realized collectively that they were all finally standing at the threshold of adolescence when it happened. Just like a handful of the girls, June Pope, the baker's oldest daughter, had recently come of age. And she took to wearing a loose-wrap dress on humid Sparks days like today. But it was widely known-if a boy looked right, he would find that he could see more than a gentleman was entitled to. One such boy did.
He was now out cold.
Lina Mayfleet walked over and joined Doon Harrow, who was of the male population that had (only after seeing just-what-in-the-hundred-hills-is-that-guy-yelling-about) been shooed away by Ava Tate, their senior-most member and daughter of the schoolmaster. The females had huddled together. The buzz of their "chat" was that of a beehive.
Lina stared, then clicked her tongue in bemused impatience and sighed.
"Just makes me glad I don't have a set yet," she commented, hands to her hips.
No words were exchanged.
Lina, not unused to the weather and the measures one used against them, pulled at the collar of her dress and cooled herself, trying to coax in some air. She sighed again.
"..."
And turning to her friend of several years, now, she found him also looking at her, but…?
But not at the right place. She froze.
Doon's face very painfully, slowly turned red. He sputtered, "Aah— S… So, you haven—I… Really?"
Lina slowly looked away.
Doon directed his eyes to the ground.
The two parted.
Wise.
END
A/N: MY VERY FIRST EMBER FIC (or fic of anything) EVER! With edits. Please take the time to let me know how it might be made better... more understandable... or spicier... For the kids, you know! Well that's all for now. Read and review and I will love you, forever.
