I never got too stressed out about finals. I had a memory like a steel trap, so I never forgot any of the schoolwork I needed to remember. I was extremely lucky in that regard.
So those last few days of classes before winter break were absolute cake for me. Or...at least until Elsa came up to me, shoving a ratger crumpled up piece of paper into my hands.
I glanced down at it, then back up at her.
She sighed wearily, kneeding her forehead. "He told us to invite all of our friends...but it's not exactly their style."
The paper was a special invitation to the choir concert, which floated about every year. Elsa, in spite of how she was, really cared a lot about her choir.
"I tried telling my teacher that it's ridiculous, nobody wants to come to some stupid as shit concert," she muttered suddenly, rolling her eyes, as she feigned not caring.
I hesitated. And then I opened my mouth, the words just barely whisping through my cracked lips. "I'll...go..."
She looked mildly surprised. And then she nodded. And gave me a smile. It was small, but it was a smile. And she gave it. To. Me.
The invitation to something Elsa cared about? The smile? Both were the best Christmas presents I'd ever received, and she probably had no idea how much they meant to me.
She turned from me, walking back over to her locker. Her friends gave her weird looks, and starting makin jests and such, but she didn't seem to care. She flipped them off idly, gathering her books, and headed off to whatever class she needed to go to.
My eyes followed her until she was out of sight, with a smile playing on my lips.