Saskia skips into my room merrily and I swivel in my desk chair, already suspicious of her good mood.
"What do you want?" I ask slowly, watching as she sprawls out on my bed with the expression of a satisfied cat. My arms circle my Maths homework to guard it from her snatchy hands.
"Oh, nothing. I just heard some interesting news." She says, gazing at her nails dramatically.
I roll my eyes and turn back to the work on my desk, knowing that Sass is probably just playing around.
"Don't you want to know?" She asks innocently and I shake my head.
"Oh well, if you're going to be so unapproachable then I'll tell Clara that switching schools isn't such a good idea." She says, wandering out of my room again.
I drop my pencil, dashing out of my seat and consequently stumbling over the edge of my desk as I chase after my sister.
Saskia is laughing at me and I erect myself quickly, not even slightly bothered about my brief encounter with the floor. I discreetly usher Kia back into my room and shut the door quietly.
"Say it again. She's actually transferring to our college?" I ask seriously. Kia nods, still grinning like a maniac.
I lean against my door heavily, my fingers twisting together anxiously as I mull the idea over.
"When?" I murmur.
"January." Kia says and I nod. January, okay. That leaves me with just over 3 months to build some courage. To keep making baby steps towards actually being able to speak to her.
"Okay. Cool, cool, cool, cool." I mumble and Kia laughs.
"Stop watching so much Brooklyn 99." She says, patting me on my shoulder as she brushes past to leave.
"It's a brilliant show and comedic genius." I argue softly, my mouth turning downward into a little pout. I sit down and contemplate just how swiftly things are changing now.
Just a few weeks ago, I was content with seeing her once a year and now, I've seen her more in two weeks than I have in four years. I shake my head, running my hands through my hair as I take a shaky breath.
I can hear Saskia talking to one of her friends on the phone and she's giggling and gossiping like a little witch. I go to shut my door again when I hear her mention the winter dance.
The winter dance is a little thing our college holds to give the students a bit of a break at the end of term, and you can buy tickets for anyone who doesn't go to our school. I think of Clara, and how much I would like to share an experience like that with her.
It's been long enough that we've been apart and I promise to myself to try and work at this, try and build up the courage to ask her to accompany me. Or at least ask her to dance. Baby steps.
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Shy
Novela Juvenil-A soulmate story- Kit Taylor keeps to himself. Awkward, reserved and anxious, he doesn't expect to find his soulmate. When he finds her in none other than Clara Evelyn, his twin sister's kind, talented and beautiful best friend, his world just abou...
