Her red converse {catradora AU}

Part 3: meet me in the school library

Adoras POV:
"MOM NO! PLEASE NO! I dont want to go. I have friends here! Can't we just turn down the scholarship? I WANT TO STAY!" I said, mixing between loud yelling tones and soft crying tones.

I had tears crumbling down my face. My cheeks were red and my hands were pale. My eyes were shaking with pupils small. I couldn't understand my feelings. I've never seen anyone like this before. I knew people cried, but I've never seen any characters on tv in a state where they could barely breath. Not even Catra has cried like this, and Shes one of the only real people I've seen cry.

Though I couldn't decifer the feelings flowing through my mind, I did manage understand one; hatred. I hated that my mom never cared what I wanted. What about me? Her face was red too, but not of frustration, but if her being stubborn. Then her stubborn mouth opened to yell at me.
"No. I want to go. I don't care that it's YOUR scholarship, NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU"

I didn't know what to do except run to my room. I can't believe this, I promised Catra I'd stay. I saw a girl on tv say that promises should never be broken.

Catras never broken a promise to me, but my mom is making me break a promise to her. I hate my mom. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. Eventually the aggressive tears flowing down my face pulled me into a sleeping state.

Time skip to the next day at school
Also catras POV:
Me and Adora were walking to school this morning when I noticed she was sad. She wasn't even looking at me In the eyes...
Did I do something wrong?

"Hey... are you...Sad?" I asked. She was so happy yesterday, I hope nothing bad happened.

"Yea, just... meet me in the school library after school... and... I'm sorry in advance" she sniffled as she said it, her eyes we red and glassy, but you could tell she was avoiding blinking so she wouldn't tear up as she spoke.

I nodded at her in agreement as we entered the school. She acted a little bit strange the whole day. She took over an hour to complete her math worksheet, and usually she only takes 15 minutes. Im pretty sure it takes her a short time because she's gifted.

Oh shoot.! The realization hit me. Was she going to leave me? What! No... I'm just being silly.... She'd never leave me... right?

Soon enough, the clock hit 2:55 and school was over. I never understood why it ended at 2:55 instead of 3, but it least it's five less minutes of torture.

I saw Adora walk into the library, head down, hands inside one another. Soon she had tears quickly formed in her eyes as she looked up at me for a quick second and then ran into my arms to hug me.

"Catra... I'm-im sorry" she whispered as her tears stained my sweater, while she wrest her head on my shoulder. She opens her mouth again but no words come out, her mouth is sticky yet dry from crying. She wipes her tears and dramatically fans off her face before saying something.

"I told my mom about the scholarship, and now she's forcing me to accept it... and-and..."
Tears reformed in her grey-blue eyes, she fell to the ground onto her knees.

"She's... making me move to bright moon" she continued... looking back at me with doe eyes,
trying to make sure she didn't hurt my feelings. I gave her a smile, though I was sad, dammit I was so sad, I wanted her to calm down so we could talk about this normally.

I dropped down to the floor to meet levels with her. I sat in a mermaid position, and she adjusted herself to do the same.

"Hey... don't worry! We'll still have some time left together! When are you leaving?" I asked her in a soft tone. I tried to make it sound like I was comforting her, but I was just really really desperate to hear that we'd still have time together... i didn't want her too leave me. I had never been left before. All my friends are people I've known since kindergarten, and Adora and I have known each other since we were first born babies. My family has never been separated from me either. No ones ever left me, and I can't let my best friend be the first.

"Th-the weekend" she mumbled out, squinting her eyes and looking away from me as if she was scared of my reaction. I couldn't believe my ears. I just stared at her and cried. She was leaving so soon.

"it's Thu-Thursday" i sobbed, as we pull eachother into a tight hug. Only 2 days left with her... how could this be? I wasn't even mad that she was leaving, I was more... sad? I cry a lot, and Adora knows that. But it's never really tears of sadness... it's usually tears of anger, and frustration. But goddamn I hate this so much.

I got lost in thoughts, still remain in the hug, when adoras face was right next to my trianglular ears as she leaned the slightest bit closer to them and I heard her whisper.

"I promise I'll send you letters, and When I come back, we can go to high school together... just like we planned. I pinky swear." Her tone was sad, yet sweet as she spoke. She pulled away from the hug to stick out her pale pinky finger, wrapped in layers of rainbow loom rings, of which we made together throughout years of sleepovers. God I'm gonna miss those.

I reach out my pinkie finger and hesitantly wrap it around hers. Mine wasn't covered in rings, since I kept my rings in a special box in my bedroom. Instead, mine was covered in small cuts and scars from things I barely remember.

If there's one thing I knew, is that I could trust that Adora would try to mail things too me. She's always randomly put drawings in my mailbox. I remember one of them was two stuck figures of us holding hands, and then in the background was Lonnie and Kyle getting swarmed by bees. I'm gonna miss these moments.

The only thing I didn't understand was how she'd know my adress to ship things to me all the way from bright moon. Usually she remembers my house by the look, and distance from her house, not by the numbers. But then again... she is gifted, so maybe she'll magically know it.

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Author here! I just wanted to point out how fucking hard it is to write them in the perspective of a 3rd grader. I'm so excited because I'm a few chapters, I'll be able to write them as 10th graders, which means I can swear! Yay! Anyways have a good rest of your day! Bye :}