Turquoise - A refreshing and emotional charge

Detention was always held in the empty basement of the school. The only sorts of furniture that was placed inside the hollow room were a dozen desks, and a chalk board that contrasted the light yellow wallpaper. Every corner of the room was filled with mountains of dust bunnies and cobwebs. Even though the room was bright with lights plugged into every outlet, the detention room still felt disturbing. A few other teenagers sat in the empty desks, either asleep or passing paper airplanes filled with notes.

Elsa and I sat a great distance apart from each other, her sitting at the desk in the far right corner of the room, and me sitting just a few seats behind her. Merida, Mr. Dunbrotch's eldest daughter was sitting right in between Elsa and I. Her mane of blood red curls blocked most of my vision around the spacey room.

"Well... why it isn't the infamous Elsa Summers," Merida reported. Three out of the five other kids shot their gaze up to look at the popular Elsa herself. Elsa reacted by hiding behind one of her hands.

"Quite!" demanded Mr. Dunbrotch. He sat in a beaten up loveseat that used to belong in the teacher's lounge long ago. "And stop picking with that dress. Your mother made a great deal to get that for you!"

Merida looked down at her tight mid length turquoise dress that was torn at the trim. She scoffed, "Sod off, would you?!"

Her father replied with just a roll of his eyes, and then continued back with listening to his giant headphones.

The whole room was silent for about five minutes or so with the only noise being Merida's excessive gum chewing as well as the muffling vibrations of the air conditioner; like it wasn't as cold as it was...

I thought that if I was going to be forced to be seated in a room with Elsa sitting only two seats ahead of me, might as well be productive. I picked up a paper airplane, left behind two other guys on the other side of the room, and a light blue pen that was in the desk I sat in. Perfect! I had a just what I needed to communicate with Elsa, not that I want to or anything... I just want some more explaining about this whole... us... situation.

Unraveling the paper plane I see a message from the previous guys:

"He totally sucked my dick too! :P

Fuck yea man!"

Okayyy... Cool!

I scribbled out the message left behind to create my own:

Heyy. How was the gum ;) ~J

With a few folds of the paper to restore it back to it's original form, I flew it gracefully next to Elsa's feet. She didn't notice at first, so I had to carefully roll the pen to her feet so she'd actually notice. All while this happened, Merida didn't seem to care enough to give her attention to me or even the supposed "infamous Elsa Summers". Merida, instead, was playing with her hair whilst she scrolled through her phone every now and then when her father wasn't looking.

Elsa's actions were slow, picking up the paper and pen one by one, and unraveling the plane with a careful motion. It was like watching an elderly woman neatly savoring the wrapping paper of a present she received... For the long minute that passed just watching Elsa open a stupid paper airplane, I began to think that her life motto was "slow and steady wins the race" like from The Turtle and the Hare.

When the time finally came for her to read the note, she turned her head ever so slowly to look into my eyes. Her face was blank, her hair was ecstatic from her messing with it due to embarrassment of getting caught skipping class. She scribbled a message back slightly faster than she picked up the writing utensil, but folded the paper at the same speed she opened it. Once done, she chucked the plane in my direction.

You mean "drugs"?... It was fantastic, thx. ~E

I quietly snorted at her sarcasm and wished internally that our conversations could be like this more often. The next ten minutes were the same, passing notes and watching her fingers carefully assort the paper.

J: Ha! Nice. How do you feel? Srry you were brought into this hell hole... You shouldn't have followed me to my hideout.

E:I thought I'd actually get the courage to fully explain myself.

J: You didn't really...

E:Yea, well, I tried didn't I? It's not just why I left that is making me so antisocial towards you.

J:Like what?

E:I did come back, Jack...

This astounded me. It didn't make any sense to me at all. She obviously didn't come back home sooner then when I found her because surely she would've said something about this sooner. How long ago was it? Millions of statements and questions flowed through my mind like a polluted fishtank, tons of garbage just floating around. My anxious hands began to write again once I got my head back together.

J:When, Elsa?

E:Just last summer in the beginning of July

That was nonsense because she just began school for a few weeks now! It's almost the end of September!

J:Why didn't you say something to me way sooner?

E:I was planning too...

J:But why didn't you?

E:I thought you'd be there!

Fucking Elsa with this dumb ass guessing game!

J:WHERE GOD DAMNIT!?

E:The party you fucking shit head!

J:I wasn't invited to a fucking party!

E:...Obviously, genius! I just said I thought you'd be there!

I sighed loudly, frustration bubbling my lungs, and energy was boiling my brain. I earned an earnest hush from Mr. Dunbrotch.

J:What happened at the party? Is that the reason why everyone at this school is obsessed with you for some reason?

Elsa humphed in her seat for a long amount of time like she was thinking if what she was about to say were actually note worthy. I just know whatever happened at some stupid highschool party haunted Elsa; I'm positive something terrible happened to her. The unknown is what's frightening me the most.

E:...yes. that's exactly why...

The bell rang, and before Mr. Dunbrotch could excuse anyone from their seats, before I could even catch up to her, she bolted from the room with a flash of energy. I got a whiff of her apple scented perfume as she shoved me with her shoulder on the way out.

I got a feeling that I'm not going to hear what happened at that party for awhile... or possibly ever...

Turquoise - A refreshing and emotional charge