Flicking Elastic Bands
Prologue:
Clarke was sitting on a toilet. Crying. Frustrated.
The bell rang...again. Fuck, she'd missed the whole class, but what was she supposed to do?
Her face was tear stained, red and blotchy...a thing of beauty. No, she looked ugly as fuck.
She pulled off some toilet paper, moping up her face.
Finn had died...in a stupid car crash. He was gone...and they'd only just started uniā¦
She heard a knock on the door, she looked up. Another knock. Impatient. Thumping their fist into the door. Clarke stood, aburpty.
She pulled the door open, almost off it's hinges. It was Lexa, the girl in class with the made-up name...her parents were hippies...or something.
Well, she was rocking an awesome pair of leather steel-capped boots, stockings, and a stylish coat...everything black. She seemed to be allergic to every other colour...even her eyeliner and lipstick, all the same.
She just looked Clarke up and down. "Do you want to see something cool tonight?"
Clarke's frowns screwed into confusion, "What?"
Lexa shrugged, "My band, tonight. We're playing at TonDC."
Clarke wiped her eyes, "What's your band called?"
Lexa smiled, "The Skywalkers."
Clarke bit the inside of her cheek, "What time?"
"9pm," Lexa grinned like a cat. "You should come, I can't smoke in the next stall if you're always crying. So come. It's better than this piss infested joint."
Clarke wanted to point out that all public toilets were like that...but instead she just shrugged. "Yeah I'll come."
