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I'm back with some more Fabricated Reality :3

I don't really know what to say this time so I'll do the disclaimer! I don't own Ib, if I did there would actually be some romance instead of cute, fluffy stuff! (At least we can write fanfictions...)

So Read...

Nyla was actually enjoying her time with Ib! She was interesting though there was always a sense of somberness hidden in her crimson eyes. It looked like there was some tragedy that she couldn't or wouldn't speak about. She was interested in these individuals! These kinds of people possessed a strong energy and she was intensely attracted to them like a moth to the flame. That might have been why she was so attracted to Ib right now.

But the bus pulled up close to the school too soon and the door slid open. The kids somberly crowded out of the bus, not looking forward to class but not wanting to loiter around either. That was better than her old school at least. Her old school was so much worse than this one especially with cliques and off handed bullies.

As she headed off of the bus she completely forgot about Ib who was probably still waiting for the bus to clear out. It was only when she stepped off of the bus that she turned back, looking for Ib. But she must have been too late because Ib was no where to be seen. Ah well she might see Ib later and anyway it wasn't like they knew a lot about each other. Still she wanted to know why Ib looked so tragic!

Before she could give it any more thought the bell rang, signaling for students to go to their first class. The bus had dropped them off a few good minutes before it was time to go and she'd stood there for a while it seemed lost in thought. Now she nearly had a tiny heart attack and scurried off to her first class. Which was art.

Art was great and perfect for such a creative person as Nyla but she wondered if they'd have to write poetry or stories in that class? While on one hand she'd be delighted to let her creativity run amok it could also be bad since her "power" might activate. She could potentially do a lot of damage…

She stared at her art room almost warily. Children were rapidly fileing in and the teacher was waving them on in. She seemed like a kind older woman. In a way she looked somewhat eccentric. Then again weren't all artists pretty much eccentric? Well that was a stereotype she shouldn't really listen to. Stereotypes don't always mean the truth!

Nyla hesitantly moved towards her new teacher. The older woman's eyes flew her way and she smiled. "Ah, you must be the new student!" She exclaimed when Nyla came close enough. When she nodded with a timid expression the woman pointed at the class room,"Just go in and find yourself a seat. You haven't missed much in our class. You can start off right where we left off!"

She wanted to know her teacher's name but she didn't really know how to ask without seeming awkward and/or dumb. For someone with such a cheerful personality it was somewhat surprising that she had her timid moments. Her timid moments never lasted long though.

Instead of asking for her teacher's name she turned on her heel and stepped over the threshold of the room. Again, like in the school bus, no one noticed her. Everyone was talking to their friends most likely and if not their friends they were staring at the board blankly. As she looked around the room however she could see that there was one person she knew. A girl sitting at a table, alone in the middle. Somehow instead of looking like a somber piece of decoration it seemed like she was leading everyone in the traditional rites of the day. As if she were their leader.

Ib was staring at her right now with a look of (hopefully) delighted surprise. She couldn't really read Ib well. That somber personality of hers mostly hid any emotion she could see.

Once again she could feel herself drawing near Ib. It was as if something connected them. A red string of fate that told her that they were drawn to each other to become friends, to know each other as they are. Ib's eyes beckoned her to come closer and so she did, or maybe she was imagining things? The table was an oval shape and had four chairs seated around it. She sat in a chair opposite Ib and grinned cheerfully.

Ib returned and equally excited grin and asked,"So this is your first class?" Her elbows were propped up on the table in front of her and her hands were clasped together in such a position that she couldn't see Ib's mouth moving. Despite the noise of the classroom she could hear Ib's voice perfectly.

Before she could say anything however she heard the door shut and turned in her seat to watch the teacher waltzing to her desk,"Alright. We have a new student. Her name is Nyla and I hope you all will welcome her as one of your classmates!" She stepped behind her desk and perched on the end of her seat, starting to type on a keyboard,"Now before you guys start talking can I get the roll first?"

The students mostly fell silent with a few people whispering quietly to their neighbors. A few students however glanced at Nyla with a curious expression before rapidly turning away and doing their own thing.

Even Ib wasn't really talking anymore. She was just waiting for the teacher to finish roll. Nyla could tell because her eyes kept fluttering to their teacher. It didn't take long for the teacher to rattle off a few names and for the students to respond back. When she got to Ib she called out,"Ib Nicole?"

Ib stood, letting her class members and teacher see her before calling out,"Here!" When the teacher's eyes landed on her and nodded she sat back down, shooting Nyla a kind of half grin.

Nyla' voice lowered an octave a she spoke and she gestured towards their teacher,"What's her name? I didn't catch that part!"

Covering her mouth Ib stifled a chuckle and took a moment to calm down before stating,"Her name's Ms. Weathers." Nyla smiled in relief now that she'd finally learned the teacher's name, or at least her last name.

She waited in her seat as Ms. Weathers called out other students and the roll dwindle down to Nyla,"Nyla Valentine?" She looked up, eyes grazing over her before she looked down and typed into her computer,"She's here of course…" Nyla supposed that she was the last student because she didn't call anyone else. She stood up from her computer and smiled,"Alright! As for what we are doing today…" She went to her white board and grabbed a marker then started drawing a diagram on the board.

By the time she was done everyone could see that she'd drawn three colored in circles in a triangle with arrows between them. There was blue, yellow, and red. There was enough space in the middle of the triangular color chart for her to draw something or anything else.

Ms. Weathers tapped her marker in the middle of the triangular color chart and asked,"Can anyone tell me what this is? What these are?"

The classroom was dead silent. You could practically hear crickets chirping! It seemed like such an easy question so why wasn't anyone saying anything? Almost before she'd sent that thought out into the world a boy at one of the tables, she remembered as 'David' from the role, raised his hand. Ms. Weathers called on him and David kind of smirked and stated,"Yeah I know what they are. They're colors." His face was so arrogant she wanted to smack him!

As a few kids snickered Ms. Weather shook her head. The action told Nyla that they've dealt with this student before, possibly multiple times. "We're all aware that they're colors but in art the artist has a specific name for these three colors." She looked around the classroom once before her eyes landed on Ib. She pointed at Ib and asked,"Can you tell me what these colors are?"

Ib frowned, clearly displeased at being called upon. She sighed and spoke up,"Those are the primary colors. They combine with each other to make up the secondary colors."

Ms. Weathers nodded, seemingly satisfied by her answer. Turning away she took up her marker once again and started drawing three other colored circles in the middle of the primary colors; Green, Orange, and Purple. "As everyone should know when the colors are combined they make up the other colors. The Primary and Secondary colors make up a whole variety of dark and bright colors of the color spectrum!" She glanced out over her class and made sure they were taking notes. When everyone stopped she grabbed her eraser and erased the colored circles,"Now that you know that I will go on with my lesson plan."

There was a collective groan among the class except from Nyla and Ib who were just patiently waiting for their teacher to continue. Ms. Weathers ignored the majority of the groans and turned back to the board where she wrote 'Red' and then a hyphen beside it. She turned back to the class and gestured at the word,"Colors have different, a variety of meanings wouldn't you agree?" A couple of people nodded in agreement and she continued,"Many people believe that red goes with love, or passion. Just as they believe that purple is a regal color and used for royalty. Your assignment is to write the primary and secondary colors and write what they mean to you."

There was another collective groan and she rolled her eyes this time. Ms. Weathers went to her desk and sat behind it. Nyla grabbed her pen and flipped to a new page, her old one containing notes from the lesson. She put her name down and dated the paper. Then wrote her assignment down and tried to figure out what the primary colors meant for her. All she could think of for red was true love and for blue the sky, and yellow…? Well, cheerfulness, right?

She looked at Ib and noticed the thoughtful expression on her face, as well as the way she kept glancing up at Nyla. The girl's expression suggested that she'd seen a ghost. Nyla stood and leaned over Ib to get a glimpse at her paper. She was not subtle at all and Ib snatched her paper back the instant she noticed Nyla trying to look at her paper.

Nyla blinked in shocked, surprised that Ib was acting in such a way. "I just… Wanted to see what you thought of the colors." She sat back down in her seat and waited for Ib to agree to let her see the paper.

With clear hesitation she slowly slid the paper towards her. Ib was already done with the assignment. She wondered if Ib wanted to be an artist at all? Nyla was curious about Ib's choices for the primary colors. Red equaled courage, Blue equaled Obtainable miracles, and Yellow equaled friendship. It was strange how these colors called to her.

She grinned at Ib,"Do you want to be an artist?"

The brown haired girl only looked at her blankly as if her words weren't really penetrating properly. When she realized what Nyla was saying shock overtook her face, making Nyla frown. Did Ib expect that she'd say something else? After a moment a smile came back to her face and he replied,"Yes I do! So this class is perfect for me."

Nyla giggled and replied,"Good!" She looked at the clock and saw that it was 9: 47 which meant that it was almost time to go.

Ms. Weathers confirmed it by standing up and stating,"When the bell rings I want everyone to turn their assignments into the basket and I look forward to seeing what everyone thinks of the primary and secondary colors."

With that announcement the class started chattering about various things, mostly about gossip circling around the school. Nyla stared at her own paper, wondering why the colors Red, Blue, and Yellow suddenly meant so much to her. They didn't really start meaning much to her until she saw Ib's paper.

Soon the bell rang, signaling for second period and as she stood Ib turned to her and asked,"Do you want to meet up at lunch?" She already had her reddish book sack tossed over on her back and she held her assignment in her hand.

Nyla grinned and replied,"Of course!" She tore the paper from her notebook and threw her notebook into her book sack then threw her book sack onto her own back. She picked up her assignment and waved bye to Ib,"See you at lunch!" As Ib waved bye she went over and put her assignment into the basket beside the door. As she left she couldn't help but wondering what the rest of that day consisted of for her.

And Review!
Mwehe~ Chapter 2's done! x3

What did you guys think of all that's happened so far? Well nothing's really happened yet but I hope you're already formulating theories for what I'm planning :P I don't think things will be happening for a while yet until Nyla meets a certain other person~ WHO CAN IT BE?!

You probably know. Yeeeah you do!

Anyway, just you wait for chapter 3! :P