green // dragon quest 11's hero x reader// weird au? // brainrot

lavender

Wednesday was always the slowest day of the week. 

And of course, April fools' day had to fall on a rainy Wednesday. I never liked the kids at my school all too much, and they weren't too fond of me either. They didn't bully me, they just didn't talk to me. I grabbed my backpack and hopped on the bus as my mom waved goodbye from the porch. I sat down in the back of the bus, distancing myself from a group of girls on the other side. I scooted over to the side and watched the rain slide down the window. 

The raindrops clumped together and rolled down the window, but some just sat in the corner, tiny, neglected. The bus lurched forward, and my house slowly got smaller as we headed toward the school.

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"Hey, could you pass me that eraser?" a boy asked me. I was conveniently placed next to a klutz in the seating chart. He loved to twirl his stationery, and sometimes it would fly across the room.

"Yeah," I muttered and handed it to him. He nodded at me and continued twirling his sharpie. There was minimal conversation in the class. 

Expected for a school in a town full of sleepy teenagers. The bell was even sleepy, a low pitched ding three times. The teacher, Mr. R, looked up from his book and got up from his desk, walking towards the whiteboard in the front of the class.

"Did you know that April fools' Day all started when France switched from the Julian calendar to the Gregorian calendar? Those who didn't know, however, continued to celebrate new years' in the Julian calendar, on April first. It became an event for jokes and pranks, such as this one." he was an eccentric guy, completely clashing with the mood of the school. "Check under your desks, I'm sure you guys didn't even notice as you walked in!" the kids proceeded to check beneath their desks, pulling out brightly colored books from under it. Mine read dad jokes for kids. I exhaled a little, flipping through the pages of terrible puns. The class chuckled slightly and showed other peers their new book.

"Happy april fools' day, class! Just because it's a holiday, though, does not mean you have a get out of class free card," he joked enthusiastically. "Underneath the free books are your textbooks. Turn to chapter seven: consumers, producers, and decomposers..."

My zoning out session ended early due to the bell's apathetic-sounding ring. The kids all got up and grabbed their backpacks as Mr. R 'bid them farewell' as he would say. Only seven more classes to go, and my one-hundred-somethingth day of freshman year will be over. I hung my head in irritation and walked down the stairs to my geometry class.

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"Oh hey! Did you dye your hair? I looks wonderful!" my english teacher ruffled my hair and smiled at me. She was the one teacher who didn't bore me to tears, and I was grateful.

She chuckled as I found my way to my desk and pulled out my journal. As the rest of the kids filled in, Ms. Anderson wrote a warm up on the whiteboard: write about your first friend. 

I clicked my pen as I thought about my childhood. My early days weren't much different from the days now. I grew up in the same town I've always lived in, but I never knew anyone around me. My first friend was the clover in my backyard. Or my dog, iris. I wrote. They were both always there. Even the clover never left the same spot in my backyard. I smiled at my pathetic journal entry, shut my journal and tried my best to pay attention to the class.

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I finished my homework in half an hour. A new record for procrastinating. I was usually fast with my work so I could get to the park or play with my dog, but today was awfully slow. It was probably the rain. Or the fact that it was a Wednesday. It was almost five, and I was tempted to go to the park, but I knew I couldn't. I didn't want my neighbors catching me planting flowers. Not like they'd be at the park anyways.

My alarm clock shook on my chest as I woke up, startled. I always set that thing on silent so it doesn't wake up the house. I swore I dreamed about something, but I couldn't remember. I slipped on my sandals, climbed out of my window and jogged to the park. The rain slowed to a drizzle, and the flowers weren't drowned, despite the hours of pouring rain they had to take. The zinnias I planted began to bloom, and the marigolds were budding alongside the snowdrops. A gentle aroma wafted through the rainy air, and I followed the scent into a different plant bed. 

Only two heads of lavender were being drenched by the rain, and they produced a sweet scent. I knew someone or something was planting seeds in response to mine, I just had to find out who it was. I pulled the seed mix out of my pocket and sprinkled some sweet pea seeds in a circle around the lavender. The rain was getting heavier. I pushed some dirt atop the seeds and ran back to the house.