Ren's Point of View: Prayer of Light

What the hell was Estle's problem? I thought her parents were cops, she's usually such a goody goody. Why would she throw a textbook at me, especially when I was just trying to get a read on this new girl?

Unless, she was trying to stop me.

I turned to look at her, but she was hiding her face from my general direction, and I couldn't get anything from the new girl because she was hiding behind her hair. It seemed like she had no idea what was going on.

Which could possibly be true.

Should I just ask her what she's doing again? Or should I ask her after class when we can actually have a conversation without anyone listening in?

God, what was she doing?

I felt like my head was exploding. The thing inside me, that I worked so hard to get out, was finally begging me to let it out! I didn't need to do anything to coax it this time! Hell, it felt like it was ready to burst out, and I didn't understand why. But I knew one thing, it had to do with the new girl.

I had to admit, she had that kind of subtle beauty. One that you don't really see until the person smiles, or looks at you a certain away. It's not in your face, and asking for attention. It's just there. And it's nice to look at. Her long black hair was always in her face, but I guessed that she liked it that way. It served as a shield. She didn't want anyone to know what she was really feeling. She had these bright brown eyes that always looked to be either nervous, scared or in shock when you talked to her. Wide eyed, and disbelieving. It was hard to get anything out of her.

And I knew I couldn't ask her again, because of the reaction I got the first time. She looked about ready to faint, and I couldn't let that happen.

So then why did Estle interrupt my talk with the new girl? Did she know what was going on? Did she understand why I needed information from her?

I ripped out a new piece of paper and began to scribble something down.

Estle, are you feeling it too?

I folded the note, and passed it back. I turned to look at Estle opening it. She just stared at it for a few seconds, and after what seemed an eternity, she looked up at me and nodded solemnly.

Looks like we have a problem with the new girl.

I turned to look at the new girl. She was looking up at the front, not even directly at the teacher, in a daze. Like, she wasn't even in the class anymore.

I quickly reached over and lightly tapped her on the arm. She jumped out of her seat practically, and turned to look at me. Fear in her eyes again. God, would she just calm down?
"Hey, can I talk to you after this?"

She nodded.

"Nothing bad, I promise." I smiled at her to show that I was friendly.

She smiled back, it was a fake smile. One that you show someone just out of respect.

I could deal with that.

The rest of the class took forever, I'm not going to lie. I looked back to see Estle looking at me, fear in her eyes also. Maybe I should talk to her first?

No. The main plan was to talk to the new girl. Get anything out of her. Her name, her age, her favourite color. Anything.