p dir="ltr" /p
p dir="ltr"Midnight is officially blue. How to make a family of mourners happy? Sighing, she strongpicked/strong at her lunch tray./p
p dir="ltr""Nighttime Madness!" The deep voice of Julian "Mars" Warrington chirps, taking her off gaurd. He plops down in front of her, waving a rather large hand in her view./p
p dir="ltr""Whoa! Hold up, how did you get here?" Midnight asks, knitting her eyebrows together. Her eyes meet the honey brown of his. She sat alone, keeping her head down./p
p dir="ltr""Magic!" Mars grins wide, taking a fry from his tray. He plops it into his mouth, gesturing to the sad girl./p
p dir="ltr""Oh, friends of mine lost someone dear to them. This is how I'm attempting to pay my strongrespect/strongs." Midnight frowns, glancing to the light blue tee shirt on her snug fitting body./p
p dir="ltr""Going blue is how you pay respects?" Mars quirks an eyebrow, opening his milk carton./p
p dir="ltr""Well, how else can I pay respects? Dig up the body, drag it to a cursed burial sight, and home it ressurects?" Midnight spouts off in sarcasm. /p
p dir="ltr"Mars chuckles, shaking his head. "I was asking a simple question, gal pal."/p
p dir="ltr""How's thy father?" Midnight straightens her posture. She wasn't sure she'd forgive him. Why would she be in need of another man in her life?/p
p dir="ltr""emLaying /emlow. Actually, he sent me to keep an eye on you. He's strongworried /strongsomeone from his past strongmight /stronghunt you after the bar stint." Mars sheepishly replies./p
p dir="ltr""His own doingem!/em" Midnight counters with a hard glare on him./p
p dir="ltr""Night, you're gonna have to forgive him. He truly regrets everything. Aside from saving you. You're a beautiful young woman." Mars says, meaning every word of his sentence./p
p dir="ltr"A warmth spreads in Midnight. She reaches her tiny hand across the table, placing it upon one of his. "I appreciate you sticking up for him. I'm not ready to forgive. You're beautiful too."/p
p dir="ltr"Mars wonders if it would be an inappropriate move to lean over, placing a chastise kiss on her lips. strongProbably /strongnot the best move, but he doesn't second guess it. He just does it./p
p dir="ltr"A stirring inside Midnight starts up as she returns to the short kiss. She can't have a full on liplock session in the middle of the cafeteria. She moves back, returning to her seat. A few eyes stronghad /strongbore witness to her quick witted smooch./p
p dir="ltr""So you do like me?" Mars asks, playfully tossing a fry at her./p
p dir="ltr""Is it that obvious? I gotta go. See you around?" Midnight smiles, snatching up her empty tray./p
p dir="ltr""Yeah, okay, sweetheart." Mars winks at the fourteen year old./p
p dir="ltr"Midnight briefly twirls on her tip toes from the lunch room. She jumps, lightly touching the school banner announcing the upcoming school plays in the process. She is swift on her feet, picking up her pace. She is in the office of the principal who wanted to speak to her earlier that day so she promised to stop by before lunch ended./p
p dir="ltr""emPrincipal /emTucker?" Midnight lifts an eyebrow, giving a slight knock on the door./p
p dir="ltr""Miss Sinclair, you may enter." Principal Tucker calls, motioning for the girl to come sit in the chair facing him./p
p dir="ltr"Midnight does, leery of the judgemental rich white guy. "So, what's this strongabout/strong?"/p
p dir="ltr""You are one of the first females emin /emthis school to be excelling in all your grades, extracurricular activies, and wacky fashion sense. You will be able to skip grades in the upcoming year. We are thinking of emplacing /emyou in the twelfth year. All your grades are scary good, rocking beyond average." Principal Tucker speaks, looking at the file on his oak desk./p
p dir="ltr""Is my step-father strongaware /strongof this?" Midnight quizzes, raising both her eyebrows. This strongmeans /strongshe could leave school soon; go to college for art and design while living her best life. She was strongready /strongto kick it up a notch./p
p dir="ltr""Oh, he's more than aware. Spoke to him on the phone the other day. You know he'll be taking over as principal upon his return?" Principal Tucker grumpily reveals, allowing his beady blue eyes to lock onto her tiny frame./p
p dir="ltr""I didn't know. We haven't spoke emsince he /emleft." Midnight chirps, frowning by the end. Realization sinks in./p
p dir="ltr""He'll be the one giving you the approval to move to the last grade or not, but you're well strongahead/strong. Congratulations on your smarts, Sinclair." Principal Tucker softly beams. He gestures to the door, allowing her to know she is free to go./p
p dir="ltr"Midnight heaves a strongsad /strongsigh. She takes her leave, stepping in the hallway. She can't get her feet to move where she needs them to go. Her step-father has time to call the principal to let him know whatever yet refuses to check on her. How unbelievable can one get?/p
p dir="ltr"She goes over to the bulletin board, angrily glaring at the posters for her upcoming play. She heard people excitedly whispering about the darned thing wherever she went, but she was starting to grow strongdisgusted /strongby it. She tears the pastel pink paper, shredding it up then tossing it onto the floor of the light blue marble floor. Her heart does a funny flip as a panic attack overcomes her. She slides to the floor, allowing her back to touch the cool of the dark coated walls of the office./p
p dir="ltr"Where had she gone wrong in her life to get her this far? She didn't care about her art if no one was about to appreciate it or her. She wants to strongrelease /stronga yell of frustration into the universe, refraining from doing so as she tugs her hair. A slam on her right startles the girl having a mental break down./p
p dir="ltr""Midnight, strongare /strongyou alright?" Rocky crouched down in front of her. He'd tossed his backpack to the floor in a rough manner, causing the thing a collision course with said wall./p
p dir="ltr"Midnight looks up, meeting green blue eyes. She tenses up as he places one hand softly on her shoulder while keeping himself steady. She finds it odd he'd ask her such a question. "strongAm /strongI fine?"/p
p dir="ltr""You're in the office, slumped to the floor like you're scared..." Rocky gently reminds, trailing off as he rolls his eyes at what else he could say. "You look broken."/p
p dir="ltr""Thank you. My entire day is strongbetter/strong. I'm fine." Midnight snaps, beginning in sarcasm./p
p dir="ltr""Midnight, there's no harm in admitting defeat." Rocky gently speaks. His eyes were trained on hers./p
p dir="ltr"Midnight emlooks /emaway. She takes a deep strongbreath/strong. She can't speak to a boy who lost their family member about grief. She refuses. "I have to go. I promised to meet someone."/p
p dir="ltr""Night, you can't avoid emit /emforever. The strongpain /strongwill devour you as it catches up." Rocky lightly muses, helping her up to her feet. He stronggrabs /stronghis backpack, walking with her from the office./p
p dir="ltr""Can we not talk about pain? I'm not the one who you should be worrying over. Your grandfather emjust /emdied." Midnight did everything in her will power not to sound rude or harsh at the gentle reminder./p
p dir="ltr"A flash of hurt flickers in his eyes. He sighs, finding it in him to suffer through the pain. "Emily is in therapy. Her parents won't say for what."/p
p dir="ltr""I swear to all things holy, I did not threaten the girl. I emlicked /emher face. There was no underlying toneem!/em" Midnight exclaims to stress her point./p
p dir="ltr""Emily finally explained the other day about the story there. I know. I'm sorry for the way I acted as well as for how I treated you." Rocky chuckled, softly revealing the tidbit of information to her./p
p dir="ltr"Midnight emchews /emon her bottom lip. "Wait, why were you in the office?"/p
p dir="ltr""I was looking for you." Rocky easily replies./p
p dir="ltr""Look, I don't need you to find me. I can semi handle myself. So please, stop, okay?" Midnight isn't trying to be mean to him, but he seems to change his moods alot./p
p dir="ltr""Was emthe /emkiss you shared with your father's co-worker pleasant?" Rocky asks, needing to know. He also needed to know why. He couldn't see the redness, painting her features since she sped up./p
p dir="ltr"Midnight only turned to shoot Rocky two birds strongbefore /strongscurrying off to her last two periods of the day. She forgot she had gym with him and Tum Tum. The only other plus to being in gym is Barbie, Sasha, and now she came to befriend Shadow./p
p dir="ltr"Shadow got his butt handed to him by his half sister. He even felt ashamed for the way he treated Midnight, promising he meant every word of his apology. He proved his statement true by mostly keeping to himself. He also heard of what Birdie and Erica did to the girl so he didn't want to be one of those guys./p
p dir="ltr"Midnight accepted his apology during the time she'd been caught in a forgiving mood. A day where she needed to fill Rocky's shoes with someone else. Sighing to herself, the girl couldn't wait to be released from her version of prison./p
p dir="ltr" /p
p dir="ltr"Midnight is officially blue. How to make a family of mourners happy? Sighing, she strongpicked/strong at her lunch tray./p
p dir="ltr""Nighttime Madness!" The deep voice of Julian "Mars" Warrington chirps, taking her off gaurd. He plops down in front of her, waving a rather large hand in her view./p
p dir="ltr""Whoa! Hold up, how did you get here?" Midnight asks, knitting her eyebrows together. Her eyes meet the honey brown of his. She sat alone, keeping her head down./p
p dir="ltr""Magic!" Mars grins wide, taking a fry from his tray. He plops it into his mouth, gesturing to the sad girl./p
p dir="ltr""Oh, friends of mine lost someone dear to them. This is how I'm attempting to pay my strongrespect/strongs." Midnight frowns, glancing to the light blue tee shirt on her snug fitting body./p
p dir="ltr""Going blue is how you pay respects?" Mars quirks an eyebrow, opening his milk carton./p
p dir="ltr""Well, how else can I pay respects? Dig up the body, drag it to a cursed burial sight, and home it ressurects?" Midnight spouts off in sarcasm. /p
p dir="ltr"Mars chuckles, shaking his head. "I was asking a simple question, gal pal."/p
p dir="ltr""How's thy father?" Midnight straightens her posture. She wasn't sure she'd forgive him. Why would she be in need of another man in her life?/p
p dir="ltr""emLaying /emlow. Actually, he sent me to keep an eye on you. He's strongworried /strongsomeone from his past strongmight /stronghunt you after the bar stint." Mars sheepishly replies./p
p dir="ltr""His own doingem!/em" Midnight counters with a hard glare on him./p
p dir="ltr""Night, you're gonna have to forgive him. He truly regrets everything. Aside from saving you. You're a beautiful young woman." Mars says, meaning every word of his sentence./p
p dir="ltr"A warmth spreads in Midnight. She reaches her tiny hand across the table, placing it upon one of his. "I appreciate you sticking up for him. I'm not ready to forgive. You're beautiful too."/p
p dir="ltr"Mars wonders if it would be an inappropriate move to lean over, placing a chastise kiss on her lips. strongProbably /strongnot the best move, but he doesn't second guess it. He just does it./p
p dir="ltr"A stirring inside Midnight starts up as she returns to the short kiss. She can't have a full on liplock session in the middle of the cafeteria. She moves back, returning to her seat. A few eyes stronghad /strongbore witness to her quick witted smooch./p
p dir="ltr""So you do like me?" Mars asks, playfully tossing a fry at her./p
p dir="ltr""Is it that obvious? I gotta go. See you around?" Midnight smiles, snatching up her empty tray./p
p dir="ltr""Yeah, okay, sweetheart." Mars winks at the fourteen year old./p
p dir="ltr"Midnight briefly twirls on her tip toes from the lunch room. She jumps, lightly touching the school banner announcing the upcoming school plays in the process. She is swift on her feet, picking up her pace. She is in the office of the principal who wanted to speak to her earlier that day so she promised to stop by before lunch ended./p
p dir="ltr""emPrincipal /emTucker?" Midnight lifts an eyebrow, giving a slight knock on the door./p
p dir="ltr""Miss Sinclair, you may enter." Principal Tucker calls, motioning for the girl to come sit in the chair facing him./p
p dir="ltr"Midnight does, leery of the judgemental rich white guy. "So, what's this strongabout/strong?"/p
p dir="ltr""You are one of the first females emin /emthis school to be excelling in all your grades, extracurricular activies, and wacky fashion sense. You will be able to skip grades in the upcoming year. We are thinking of emplacing /emyou in the twelfth year. All your grades are scary good, rocking beyond average." Principal Tucker speaks, looking at the file on his oak desk./p
p dir="ltr""Is my step-father strongaware /strongof this?" Midnight quizzes, raising both her eyebrows. This strongmeans /strongshe could leave school soon; go to college for art and design while living her best life. She was strongready /strongto kick it up a notch./p
p dir="ltr""Oh, he's more than aware. Spoke to him on the phone the other day. You know he'll be taking over as principal upon his return?" Principal Tucker grumpily reveals, allowing his beady blue eyes to lock onto her tiny frame./p
p dir="ltr""I didn't know. We haven't spoke emsince he /emleft." Midnight chirps, frowning by the end. Realization sinks in./p
p dir="ltr""He'll be the one giving you the approval to move to the last grade or not, but you're well strongahead/strong. Congratulations on your smarts, Sinclair." Principal Tucker softly beams. He gestures to the door, allowing her to know she is free to go./p
p dir="ltr"Midnight heaves a strongsad /strongsigh. She takes her leave, stepping in the hallway. She can't get her feet to move where she needs them to go. Her step-father has time to call the principal to let him know whatever yet refuses to check on her. How unbelievable can one get?/p
p dir="ltr"She goes over to the bulletin board, angrily glaring at the posters for her upcoming play. She heard people excitedly whispering about the darned thing wherever she went, but she was starting to grow strongdisgusted /strongby it. She tears the pastel pink paper, shredding it up then tossing it onto the floor of the light blue marble floor. Her heart does a funny flip as a panic attack overcomes her. She slides to the floor, allowing her back to touch the cool of the dark coated walls of the office./p
p dir="ltr"Where had she gone wrong in her life to get her this far? She didn't care about her art if no one was about to appreciate it or her. She wants to strongrelease /stronga yell of frustration into the universe, refraining from doing so as she tugs her hair. A slam on her right startles the girl having a mental break down./p
p dir="ltr""Midnight, strongare /strongyou alright?" Rocky crouched down in front of her. He'd tossed his backpack to the floor in a rough manner, causing the thing a collision course with said wall./p
p dir="ltr"Midnight looks up, meeting green blue eyes. She tenses up as he places one hand softly on her shoulder while keeping himself steady. She finds it odd he'd ask her such a question. "strongAm /strongI fine?"/p
p dir="ltr""You're in the office, slumped to the floor like you're scared..." Rocky gently reminds, trailing off as he rolls his eyes at what else he could say. "You look broken."/p
p dir="ltr""Thank you. My entire day is strongbetter/strong. I'm fine." Midnight snaps, beginning in sarcasm./p
p dir="ltr""Midnight, there's no harm in admitting defeat." Rocky gently speaks. His eyes were trained on hers./p
p dir="ltr"Midnight emlooks /emaway. She takes a deep strongbreath/strong. She can't speak to a boy who lost their family member about grief. She refuses. "I have to go. I promised to meet someone."/p
p dir="ltr""Night, you can't avoid emit /emforever. The strongpain /strongwill devour you as it catches up." Rocky lightly muses, helping her up to her feet. He stronggrabs /stronghis backpack, walking with her from the office./p
p dir="ltr""Can we not talk about pain? I'm not the one who you should be worrying over. Your grandfather emjust /emdied." Midnight did everything in her will power not to sound rude or harsh at the gentle reminder./p
p dir="ltr"A flash of hurt flickers in his eyes. He sighs, finding it in him to suffer through the pain. "Emily is in therapy. Her parents won't say for what."/p
p dir="ltr""I swear to all things holy, I did not threaten the girl. I emlicked /emher face. There was no underlying toneem!/em" Midnight exclaims to stress her point./p
p dir="ltr""Emily finally explained the other day about the story there. I know. I'm sorry for the way I acted as well as for how I treated you." Rocky chuckled, softly revealing the tidbit of information to her./p
p dir="ltr"Midnight emchews /emon her bottom lip. "Wait, why were you in the office?"/p
p dir="ltr""I was looking for you." Rocky easily replies./p
p dir="ltr""Look, I don't need you to find me. I can semi handle myself. So please, stop, okay?" Midnight isn't trying to be mean to him, but he seems to change his moods alot./p
p dir="ltr""Was emthe /emkiss you shared with your father's co-worker pleasant?" Rocky asks, needing to know. He also needed to know why. He couldn't see the redness, painting her features since she sped up./p
p dir="ltr"Midnight only turned to shoot Rocky two birds strongbefore /strongscurrying off to her last two periods of the day. She forgot she had gym with him and Tum Tum. The only other plus to being in gym is Barbie, Sasha, and now she came to befriend Shadow./p
p dir="ltr"Shadow got his butt handed to him by his half sister. He even felt ashamed for the way he treated Midnight, promising he meant every word of his apology. He proved his statement true by mostly keeping to himself. He also heard of what Birdie and Erica did to the girl so he didn't want to be one of those guys./p
p dir="ltr"Midnight accepted his apology during the time she'd been caught in a forgiving mood. A day where she needed to fill Rocky's shoes with someone else. Sighing to herself, the girl couldn't wait to be released from her version of prison./p
p dir="ltr" /p