Into Obscurum

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I blinked my eyes slowly, my eyes glued to the textbook in front of me. The pencil in my hand was in a loose grip and the notebook that I had open barely had any worked examples written on it. The numbers on the page began to blend and swirl until the information on the page became blurry. I remembered when everything was simple -- Ally being my best friend and not having a care in the world:

"What did you get for your classes?" Ally's voice came from behind me. I let out a small flinch, not even hearing her walking. She always had soft and quiet footsteps. Ally would say that one of her dads worked the night shift and that she learned at a young age to not stomp around her house. 

The schedule I was holding was yanked from my hands, suddenly. I let out a small cry in protest, but she held it above my head as she squinted her eyes as she read. My hands were outstretched, knowing that it was useless since Ally held a good couple of inches over me in height. 

She took a glance at it lazily. "Nice," her eyes landed onto mine. "You have Ms. Bitch," she said off handedly with a small grin.

I frowned, yanking my sophomore class schedule from her. I hoped that a nearby teacher didn't hear her cursing. I didn't want us to get in trouble on our first day of the school year. "It's Ms. Birch," I corrected, emphasizing her last name heavily. 

Ally shrugged her shoulders while I let out a small sigh. She never did have a filter. "Do you have her, too?" I asked, but she shook her head, much to my disappointment.

It seemed like we had less and less classes together.

"Nah..." She placed her hands on her waist. "I actually have a likeable teacher."

"She isn't that bad..." I muttered, folding the paper in half. I didn't want to get it too worn out considering it was the start of the day of our new school year. My hands were shaking – I was nervous about starting a new school year, with new people in my classes. Even my legs were having trouble functioning properly. "Do we have any classes together?"

Ally grinned. "Just lunch," I felt even worse at hearing that. I would be alone in all of my classes. "Let me walk you to your class."

"Oh, Ally, you don't have to-!"

She gripped my hand gently and gave me a pull. She forced me to  walk behind her. "I don't want any boys looking at you," she grinned, looking back at me as we took a step. I rolled my eyes at her and was about to open my mouth to say that nobody from this school would ever like me that way, but she shook her head. "I mean it. My best friend is a cutie pie. Men are hungry," she pulled me closer to her. I stumbled in my not yet broken in shoes that my mother purchased from a discounted store for the new school year. "They'll eat my Natalie-pie right up."

I couldn't help it when my face turned red from embarrassment. "...W-What do you...?" I shyly spoke and she let out a giddy laughter. I quickly turned away from her, becoming anxious and flustered. 

"Hey, I mean it," Ally looked up at the doors that we had approached. They were in a side hallway with teachers standing outside in the hallway, welcoming students through their open doors. I looked hesitantly – this would be the first year where Ally wasn't in any of my classes.

That meant that I had two options – make friends...

Or suffer alone.

"Okay, I'm going to my class," Ally mentioned, pointing her thumb behind her. "I have Spanish too early in the morning, and the only words that I know are 'no' and 'good'," she joked. She took a step, but my hands gripped onto her sweater tightly. She turned her head and softened her eyes when she looked at my no doubt pitiful face. I noticed the thin smile on her face as she let out her next words in a teasing tone:

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