`Trea walked into class. Even though she had talked to some people she still did not know very many people. Who would she sit next to in class?
Warren was sitting in one of the middle rows but the boy, Will, from lunch yesterday was sitting next to him. Ha! Ranna was sitting by herself in the back of the class room. Trea grinned and sauntered past warren, who gave her a look of warning, and sat down next to Ranna.
"Hello, Roomie! Look now we even get to sit together in our AP classes!" Trea took out her notebook and a pen and began to doodle on the edge of the paper.
She heard Ranna sighed softly, but other than that did not seem to notice or care that Trea was sitting next to her.
"You could at least mumble hi or something…. Instead of just ignoring me." She looked up hopefully, Ranna turned her head and glared at her.
"See!" Trea smiled, "It is not to hard to acknowledge me, even a glare means you know I am here!" She went back to her doodles, which involved many swirls and T's.
Class progressed on, and somehow Ranna seemed to ignore Trea even while working with her as a lab partner.
As she poured some lithium into a beaker, Trea bumped Ranna's arm causing her to knock over the concoction, dumping it on Trea and Ranna.
"AH!" Trea jumped up out of her seat and tried to brush the stuff off of her. Ranna stood up also, but calmly set fire to her apron, burning it away. Trea jumped around, flailing her arm as she tried to brush the liquid off of her.
"Stop that," Ranna snapped. She grabbed Trea's wrist with one hand, her other hand was holding a writhing flame. The flame moved towards Trea's arm.
"What are you doing? Stop! STOP!" Trea screamed trying to wriggle away from Ranna's flame.
"Stop moving." Ranna demanded moving closer to Trea. Her flaming hand hovered over Trea's arm, not quite touching, burning the chemical. Trea relaxed when she realized Ranna was not going to burn her, and was only trying to help.
Principle Powers marched into the science lab. "Evans, Sorenson. Follow me please." She turned on her heel and walked out of the room, obviously expecting them to follow.
Trea smiled at Ranna. "Shall we go?" They walked out of the room, down the empty hallways, Principal Powers' heels clicking loudly. They reached the detention room, Ranna and Trea slipping slowly in.
"Rules are set here for a purpose. I expect you to follow those rules closely. No exceptions." She frowned and turned to walk out of the white room.
"Wait," Trea shouted after her, "you don't understand! We--"
The door closed.
"Well this is just great." Trea sat in a desk and let her head fall, hitting the desk.
The silence surrounded them as the seconds turned to minutes.
Trea lifted her head, "You know Ranna, I distinctly remember telling you I did not want to end up in detention on my first day. Sometimes—"
Ranna stood abruptly knocking the desk over. "Never speak to me again."
Trea looked up at her in disbelief. "Why?"
"I am locked up in a white, white room, and it. Is. Your. Fault."
"My fault? How is this my fault?"
"You are the one who knocked into me." Ranna accused.
"Yeah but you are the one who actually knocked into it! So Ha!" Trea extended her arm and pointed her finger at her grinning.
"You are hopeless." Ranna stood her desk up again and sat down, closing her eyes.
"That is exactly what my parent's used to say. 'You're hopeless, Treasa.' I hated it when they did that." Trea pursed her lips.
"Your parent's used to say? What, did you kill them?" Ranna opened her eyes and raised her eyebrows sarcastically.
"No, I ran away." Trea put her feet up on the desk and her arms behind her head.
"You ran away? You must have lived in the slums with people who beat you or something." Ranna closed her eyes again,
"No, actually my parents were rich, but I was too weird for them and they only kept me to keep up their image, not because they wanted too. I got sick of it, so I ran away."
Trea waited for another depressing comment from Ranna, but she just went to a corner and sat down, pulling her knees close to her. So much for starting a conversation.