dragneel
"Class dismissed."
The sounds of chairs screeching and backpacks ruffling as my classmates almost ran out of the classroom. I waited for the rush to die down before I left. I sighed through my nose, making my way to the door with the students that were left. 'Lucy' wasn't one of them, I noticed, which wasn't reassuring. And I hated that.
Walking through the hallways, hearing the distant squeaks of sneakers and door opening and closing. As I had nearly passed a window, I came to a stop and looked at it. My shoulders slumped, my eyes lowering as I saw the dark, intimidating clouds that promised rain. But I liked rain.
What I didn't like is that I was umbrella-less.
I shook my head and just decided to get it over with, ignoring the fact that my mom will give me a mouthful when I get home. It wasn't my fault she rushed me to school today.
After walking past some classrooms, I finally was at the exiting door. I pushed the door open with a large amount of effort, grunting as the door felt like it was pushing back. I gave it a large push and speed-walked past it, hearing it slam shut a couple seconds later.
The chilly, humid air hit me. I looked up at the sky once again as I walked, my grip on my bag tightening.
Looking back down, I stopped at the sidewalk, seeing a 'STOP' sign right beside me. I looked to the right to see a gray Toyota tundra coming my way. Instantly, negative thoughts came into my head, but the only good thought was our size difference. It was the only thing I could look up to now.
The truck stopped, I saw the driver way a hand for me to go. I said nothing and crossed the street swiftly. I had expected him/or her to keep going, causing water to splash on me. What a nice person.
My walk was silent. Sometimes I like silence, but at the time I didn't. Silence gave me the chance to think negative thoughts and feelings. But most of the time, I ignored them.
I felt the smallest wet drop on my nose. I looked up to see that the sky had begun it's pouring. It was only sprinkling, so I had the chance to get home before it had gotten worse. I sped up my walking a bit, still feeling the small drops stab at my skin and uniform.
A shadow loomed over me, causing me to come in an abrupt stop-almost like a jerk. The tips of my pink hair touching an- red umbrella? I turned my head to the left to see-
"Ah!" I exclaimed, jumping back a bit, scaring the little blonde also. She gave a small flinch, her beanie shifting on her head. I felt my chest rise up and down, making me wonder if it was from the shock or.. embarrassment? One thing I knew I hated was being embarrassed, it was just.. embarrassing!
"What are you doing?" I said through my clenched teeth. I gulped, trying to make my heart stop beating so fast when she blinked up at me.
She shifted the umbrella towards me more, "It's raining." Her voice was small, simple-more like blunt. A bit raspy, as if she hadn't spoken in a while. Actually, she didn't speak at all during class.
"So?" My eyes flickered from the umbrella to her eye-patch. "I'll be fine."
There was a silence before she spoke up. "Are you sure?" The sound of the rain beating harder on her umbrella, seemed to be mocking me. My free hand clenched into a fist, almost trembling.
"Fine." I growled. But it was more towards the rain. I used to like you...
Before we began to walk, she spoke up again. "Why are you so angry?"
"Why are you asking so many questions?" I snapped back.
"This is only my second question. But I guess I am being too curious, today. Well, more about you." She looked up at me, her uncovered dark brown eye trying to stare into my soul. I took a step back, my cheeks feeling hot.
"What?" -Was the only thing I could say. This girl was so, so.. weird!
"I can't be the only one. Your pink hair, it's an unusual color for a twelve-year old to have-"
"And an eye-patch is something unusual for a twelve-year old to have. But i didn't say anything, did I?" I cut her off, rather rudely someone would say. Lucy brought a hand up to the white eye, her eyebrow raising in amusement.
"Oh, this? Do you want to see why?" I had then wondered how she didn't get bothered by rough attitude.
"No, I want to go home!" Of course I had lied, but we had barely noticed that the downpour had almost ended. My mom is going to be having fit when I get home, probably asking our homophobic neighbors if they had seen me or something. And I had plenty of homework that needed to be done.
"Oh, right! Let's go, then." Lucy nodded, her bangs bouncing of her forehead softly. I found that really, really...
Cute?
Even if I did, I ended up not liking her for a while.
