Fix the Broken (Jelsa)

*Chapter Four*

Lunch hour came, and I took my seat underneath the willow tree at the back of the school. I am peacefully basking against the rays of the sun and feeling the fresh wind fly past me in waves, and I enjoy the ridges of the bark of the tree against my back and the earth beneath me. I always find peace when I am within the forest, or rather when I am alone, but I am glad Avalon High has some of the forest on their property. Like my home has the forest as a backyard, I now have somewhere safe and security apart from the outside world and contact from people. I know that I will have to eventually go back, which is a pity.

I open my eyes as my peace underneath the tree diminishes when I become aware of the fact that I have forgotten to take my daily medication. I start to get up and making sure my braided bun is still intact and I am looking presentable, and make my way back towards the school building. I never realize that this elite school is very diverse with the students and very large, even the features of this prestigious school are very grand that suites with the student body and their economic backgrounds.

As I head towards the nurse's office, I see students talking amongst each other and laughing together. Some even playing sports on the blacktop or splashing each other by the green granite fountains, the couples showing affection and others conversing within their groups of friends.

A nostalgic feeling starts to creep up and place itself in my heart.

Must be nice to have companions surround you...

I shake my head and continue on to get my medicines. I tread into the school building and down the glass hallway. I turn left and see a tall, lean back heading towards the nurse's office as well. It surprises me that it's the white haired boy from the hallway and from my Audio Pro. class. His bleached hair gleams against the glare of the sun through the glass walls. His walk shows purpose to where his legs carry him towards his destination.

And I have yet to ask of him of his addressed name...

I still head towards the nurse's office as I walk behind him. I do not know if he could sense my presence, but I do not have any care if he did as I really do not wish to know him, nor his businesses. At least not by much. Wait, what am I imagining?! 

He walks into the office and I follow after him, but I stay by the glass door and let him be attended by the nurse first. The nurse looks up from her desk and sees us, or rather him since he is the first that she will care for first.

"Hello, Mr. Frost. You're right on time again for your meds," she gently said with a warm smile. The nurse is rather young and has the appearance of a motherly figure. I guess that is why she tends to children like us. Her eyes reminds me of honey that I put in my tea, and I say that her hair is unusually red almost like that the flames of fire.

Mr. Frost, I presume, just nods his head and goes to the side of the room that holds cubbies and reaches into his pocket. He takes out a key and with a quick flick of his pale, white wrist, he opens the clear plastic door to the cubbie.

"And who might you be? Are you feeling sick?" I turn my attention back to the nurse. I realize that she is conversing with me.

"Forgive me. No, I am not ill, but I am here to take my daily required medications," I respond to her questions. I hear the cubbie door closing and someone gulping.

"Ah, yes. And you must be Ms. Arendelle I believe?"

"Yes ma'am." I hear footsteps from my left and realize that Mr. Frost has finished taking his medication.

"Okay then. Here's the key to your cubbie and your meds will be there," she said holding out a silver key.

"My greatest gratitude ma'am," I thank her. I turn and head towards the wall of cubbies. I scan them and see that my cubbie is beyond my reach up on the very top row of cubbies, since they appear to be in alphabetical order. I sigh and try to come to a solution as to how I can reach my cubbie.