T W O

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T W O

. . . .

(rené)

"Is it true?"

It was fifth period art and Mrs. Gurgund was busy painting the face of da Vinci on one of the canvases.

René looked up from the paper she was sketching on and saw Sara Hastin smiling at her like a curious dog.

"What's true?" René set her pens atop of her drawing. She sketched a poodle that she had seen earlier that day while waiting for the bus. Its fur dyed blue and pink that, if she were to be honest, created a terrible mix. The guy who did the dyeing did an awful job on the poor creature.

"Your best friend, Wilma. She punched Ahren from the other class yesterday, I think. I'm asking you if it's true."

René shook her head.

''I don't gossip about other people. Why don't you ask her yourself? She's just a seat apart from you."

Sara gave Wilma a side-eye and shrugged.

"She scares me. I don't know why but she's not the type of person I would want to offend."

René took her black pen and outlined the poodle's legs.

"Then don't."

. . . .

(ahren)

Ehron: So this girl, of whom you speak, smacked you right on the face with an encyclopedia for no reason? What are we talking about, a psycho?

Ahren: She is one, actually.

Ehron: Uh-huh. You didn't do one of those stupid speeches with your friends again, did you? The ones were you go all bitchy and whine about how you're better than everyone else? Because believe me, if you just weren't my little brother, I'd also do exactly what she did.

Ahren: ...

Ehron: ...

Ahren: Well...

Ehron: ...

Ahren: I did but...

Ehron: ...

Ahren: I didn't say I was better than everyone else...

Ehron: ...

Ahren: Just her actually.

Ehron: ...

Ahren: Please talk, Ehron.

Ehron: ...

Ahren: ...

Ehron: ....

Ahren: ....

Ehron: .....

Ahren: .....

Ehron: You know you're stupid, right, little bro?

.  .  .  .

And we're slowly getting there. \( •c•)/

- K A T H

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