Silas and Charlie

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"An explosion answers to no one."-Silas Blue

A laugh rings out through the classroom, ricocheting off the walls, and driving its way into every ear. As a collective, the students groan, the backs of their throats hurting from the agitation of having to hear the sound every day. At the exact same time, without fail, every morning, she would let out a heart-stopping laugh, it was in a way, her trademark.

Silas Blue, as expected struts into the doorway, with jolting steps that are too choppy and too crisscrossed to be even thought of as choreographed. Her arms sway as she makes her way towards the desk in the front, flapping willow reed elbows in the air - as if she were trying to enchant the very space around her.

Silas' classmates sigh - knowing that the period can't fully start until she is seated, with her chin tilted upward at the board, it was her way of controlling them . A 'four-eyed' girl who's seated in the back row glares at the back of Silas' milky white calves. You think you're so great Silas Blue-well, someday you're going to get what's coming to you. She thinks, the rims of her cheeks flushing red as she scribbles furiously across the top of her lined paper. Behind her, a boy who's ear-buds dig deep into the side of his head, mutters an incoherent string of curses, while hitting the tufts of blonde hair that fall into his face with an upward stream of air from his pursed lips. He pauses to wonder for a second, if Silas ever gets tired of trying to be so life changing - but he soon banishes the sleepy question from his mind.

His head rests back down into his palm; in this school, no one thinks about Silas Blue - or at least, you don't tell anyone that you do.

The Teacher waits at the forefront of the room, hands planted firmly on her hips and a scowl etched into her features - her eyes trained on Silas as she pulls out a chair and collapses into a desk.

"Alright class, now that we're all situated," she pauses a moment to cast her hooked gaze into Silas' indifferent one. "Today, we will find out our partners for this semester's art project." A select few scoff under their breath, Ms. Robert's art projects were a long standing joke between the seniors. For years, her good intentions, and hopefully prodding had been ignored and been turned into two months full of messing around and procrastination.

In spite of the lack of energy flowing around in the room, she narrows her eyes right back at the rest of them. Almost annoyingly confident that this year, this year, they'll do something amazing. "That's right kids, I'll be the one picking who you have to work with." If this undaunted statement earns any reaction, it doesn't register, and they all remain like expressionless paintings. All except Silas, who leans forward on crossed arms and smirks, drinking every unenthusiastic detail. Noticing how the sun is perfectly streamlined, hitting the exact contours of their otherwise uninteresting faces, and loving the fact that they sit unaware, so unaware of the beauty around them.

Charlie's eyes widen a fraction as he rubs furiously at his temples, he grinds his teeth together as he fights to keep his soon-to-be-gone patience. In front of him, sits the human wreck they call Silas Blue. Currently her foot is tapping at ninety miles an hour under her seat, and the beat is so immaculate that Charlie can pinpoint the exact second her accursed heel is going to hit the floor. Unfortunately, today is not the day Charlie picked to be nice, especially since the majority of his previous night was spent staring at a computer in the dark with his eyes peeled open. (In short, Charlie should have been named 'Procrastinator' instead, because his PowerPoint was clearly due last week.)