Midnight wants to slam her head into the wall. Once upon a chime, she never had violent thoughts. Of course, she never did allow herself to get mixed into real world problems before their move to the city.
"What does he expect of us?!" Midnight blurts, glaring up at the slow ticking clock.
"Night, yelling won't help your case!" Barbie hisses from behind the girl.
"Well, what do you suggest we do? School is becoming a toxic environment." Midnight voices, placing her head on her desk.
"How about we petition to take down the man?" Rocky offers from the desk beside Midnight. He'd usually be doing catchup or sometime of schoolwork, but he waved all that away.
"So you want to take down one of your own kind?" Moonlight asks from on top of a desk in the back of the right corner. She may as well have been born as a cat.
"There's a time and place for justice. Everybody is suffering for how lenient the rules are. So, why not let us have some fun?" Rocky speaks, briefly casting his gaze over his shoulder to eye Moonlight.
Midnight is caught off gaurd, eyeing the blonde like he grew a second head. "Rocky, I didn't know you knew the meaning of the word fun. I thought you tormenting me was all you had."
"If he's willing to help then cut the boy some slack." Barbie calls, bapping her upside the head.
"Look, it won't matter if our new Rebel wants to start a riot. My step-father has gone harsh on me. I haven't spoken to him either about what happened nor will I. It's none of his business." Midnight explains herself, sighing as her head is on her arms.
"Well, we have to do something." Barbie stresses.
"I'm tired of doing something. All I do is pour myself into worthless things. This won't matter to the thick headed man. Save yourself!" Midnight blurts, growing irritated. She hadn't gotten detention before so this torment was a new kind of pain for her.
"That's no way to perceive-" Rocky shuts up with the glare she sends him.
"I should tell you, Emily is a good kisser. I understand why you chose her." Midnight reveals, allowing her grey eyes to flee to the chalkboard.
Rocky is in shock. His mouth is hung agape. No, his Emily would never do such a thing. Furrowing his blonde eyebrows, the pale complected boy looked onto his lap. He took the time to mull over what his girlfriend would or wouldn't do.
"You kissed a girl?" Moonlight belts, slinking to the front. She climbs onto the desk a teacher would sit in, crouching down. She touched one hand to the desk to keep her balance steady.
"No, she took me by surprise. Her lips were on me before I knew what was happening. I mean, she stood there confessing to me whereas I reminded her of her boyfriend. Then it happened." Midnight fondly recalls, gagging by the end of her explanation.
"Wait, when?" Moonlight asks, lifting an eyebrow.
"On my way home from the park. The one with the baseball field on a Saturday evening. Shamefully, that was months ago." Midnight yawns into her skin.
"Emily wouldn't-" Rocky states, running a hand in his blonde hair.
Midnight side eyes him. She wishes she could be the one to run her fingers in his hair. In her eyes, it's bright and crisp- she could marry his hair alone. "Why do you think her parents sent her to therapy? It's not like she can help it. Feelings are feelings that are unavoidable, unattainable and illogical."
His eyes flit to her, catching her staring.
Midnight looks forward, mentally sighing while cursing herself at the same time. An idea comes to life in her mind.
Sasha was the only one to not receive detention.
Moonlight flings open the window turning to her fellow peers. She jabs a thumb in the direction of the greenery, "I say we take a little more risk by biting the dust."
"Where would we go?" Rocky asks, snatching up his backpack. He walks over to the window, looking back at the other two.
Midnight keeps her mouth shut tight.
"The mall. We can play arcade games, get pizza, etc. I have to pick up some stuff for my school play, considering I need to be in bed before the sun rises." Barbie chimes in, gathering her books.
Midnight is slow, but follows the group. She actually liked the idea of a relaxing afternoon with kids her own age. Would she go home after? Probably not.
Rocky was waiting patiently for her to go before him, keeping a steady gaze on the caramel skinned girl.
Midnight was able to easily move, landing swiftly on her feet.
...
"Hey, I might join the circus after this!" Midnight yawns, stretching her limbs into the sky.
The mall was a good length of a strip with mostly clothing stores, fast foods, etc. They had two different food courts with one arcade.
"You ain't going home?" Moonlight quizzes.
"Why? So I can continue being punished for being alive? I don't think so." Midnight says, scarfing down her final piece of cheesey pizza.
"I know what you mean." Moonlight adds, finishing up the race she was playing. She shot one hand into the air, screaming her victory.
An alarm tripped overhead, alerting the group of something happening with the mall.
Barbie softly smiles, "what time is it?"
"A quarter after eight?" Rocky glances to his watch, tapping it. He got invested in playing Mario- barely taking his eyes off the game.
"Must be helicopters." Midnight could careless what the noise was. Her grey eyes were set on the backside of the blonde boy, drinking him in while he wasn't look. She grew to be mad, because he was somebody no one would ever suspect a bad thing of. If only she could run a hand all over him then she would be peachy.
Barbie doesn't fail to notice the look Midnight is giving Rocky, giggling to herself.
Midnight locks eyes with Barbie, shaking her head at the brunette.
"Night, you scoundrel!" Barbie proclaims, sitting beside Midnight. She gives her a knuckle sandwhich, playfully messing up her odd hair.
Midnight copies soon in releasing giggles. Until her head hurts.
"Babs, how dareth you! Unhand me, you fiend!" Midnight scowls, softly licking her hand.
Barbie releases Midnight who tumbles to the floor onto her back. She burst into further laughter as Night rolls into Rocky's legs, breaking his concentration on the game.
"What are you doing on the floor?" Rocky asks, meeting the gleaming grey eyes of Midnight.
Midnight looks up, shrugging. "What do any of us do on the floor? I actually have no idea."
Rocky bites the inside of his cheek, "You cost me my game. I lose automatically."
'Yeah well, you cost me my concentration.' Midnight wants to say aloud, but bites down on her tongue. A coppery taste comes into her mouth, leaving a look of disdain to cross her features.
"Night! Rocky! Light! We've been locked in the mall. All the other stores are closed." Barbie worriedly complains.
"How could-?" Rocky is about to ask when the lights of the arcade shut off; leaving them in the dark.
"I'm scared!" Midnight squeaks, jumping up from the floor. She collides with Rocky managing to pop him in the nose with her elbow while knocking him into the machinery he had been previously playing.
"Midnight! Ouch!" Rocky holds his nose as he calls to the girl. He can't help soothe the girl with a bleeding nose. He shakes it off, crinkling his nose feeling the pain shooting into his face.
"I'd apologize, but you were kind of in my way." Midnight speaks in a panic. She feared the dark simply for who and what lurked in the shadows.
"Let's not argue!" Barbie counters, knowing Rocky held down the desire to retort something smart back to Night.
