The Effects of Happiness Upon a Cynical Mind
Kupo3.0: I don't own these characters –sobs- Copying this from paper during class to computer now is rather amusing to see my boredom from when I was in –shudder- classes…. Title comes from class I was in at time, haha…
Kupo3.0: Once again, I've been pushed to write on paper. It's not my fault the school year only has a couple more days and my lab teacher doesn't HAVE a lab to give us. So… I'll see where this goes, its initial basis on my mind numbing boredom during class… tick tock… I can almost feel the deterioration of my brain…
-xXx-
She sat on the stool at her table, tearing up the frayed edges of notebook paper.
Tick tock
With a puff of air, she blew blond hair from her face while glancing at the clock out of sheer boredom.
9:44. Three periods down (almost)… four periods to go.
Her eyes seemed to go out of focus as she mindlessly scribbled bits of writing and doodles on her small notebook.
Hmm… 9:47. Almost a decent bit of time… almost being key.
She really had no reason to be so melancholic. Other than a bit of humidity and a tough class or two, she really didn't have anything that bad to deal with. Yet the world still appeared to have a slightly… gray tinge to it.
Figures that colors relate to her situation. She has an artists' soul, you see.
-xXx-
Ba-bum
The irritatingly high pitched bell had rung, yet its existence at least caused a fleeting moment of glee fro the liberation from silence.
Aah, so my ears do still function, she thought, mildly cynical.
She continued her day in a relatively similar matter, the monotony of pointless end-of-the-year classes continuing.
By the time her lunch had rolled around, she moseyed to her locker, placed conviently next to a window for optimum view (if she had cared) to grab a fistful of papers before going home.
After leaning up from sipping from the water fountain, she didn't even have to take a step to her locker, just turn.
13…15…5…right…left…right… as she spun the dial. After the ritual-like three shakes and kick upwards, the door popped open.
Expecting to discover the usual scattered garbage on the bottom and papers sticking out awkwardly, her half closed eyes opened in amazement.
Objects were fitting on shelves… trash had vanished… pictures of her friends appeared taped on the door.
And a vividly red daisy lay atop her chemistry binder.
Picking up the flower, she discovered a note beneath it on perfectly clean-edged loose-leaf.
You seemed a little sad today. I hope this will bring a little smile and color back to your life.
Unable to remove a bemused grin off her face, she slipped the smooth sheet inside her binder as she walked off spacily to her last class.
Wandering thru the halls, she managed to direct herself into the proper room on time despite her head pondering about who would care.
She was actually glad for the empty expanse of time, just to feel light shine upon her for 45 minutes. She gazed at the sheet of paper.
And as what seemed like a second passed, the bell rang for the end of the period. As she left the room, she glowed, twirling the daisy between her fingers.
She walked, dazed, out the doors into the sprinkling rain from the building.
And a blond boy watched her walking away, placing the flower in her hair, as he shut paper inside of the locker, by the window, near the fountain.