Folding her blazer under her, Micah sat on the windowsill in the hallway. There was lots of space to sit and spread your notebooks and Micah thought the sunny view of trees would put their mind in the right place for geography homework.Rose, on the other hand, always finishes the work during class, locking her full attention onto the lesson and was with her friends who were hanging out in the bathroom fixing hair and makeup, discussing any form of gossip.
Both convinced themselves they were distracted and their minds were focused, but that wasn't true. Rose felt responsible and silly, thinking Micah was right about her caring too much and being extra, while Micah knew she should have talked to Rose instead of bursting out and putting pressure on her when Rose wished to be a good person.
The school bell rang and each girl sighed nervously, knowing they had the next class together. Rose was there first and was preparing to copy down any notes. Micah wanted to run out and just skip class but her legs kept walking and her insides screamed as she sat next to Rose.
Taking a deep breath she pulled out a sticky note and scribbled something down, sliding it carefully to Rose who confused, slowly opened it. It read-"I'm sorry for yesterday." -
Rose folded the note in half and chose to use her voice instead. "Micah, I'm sorry I pressured you into the investigation, I just wanted to help I should have asked-"
Micah put a hand up to stop her and said, "No, Rose, listen, It's my fault I should have seen that you were being a good person and were having fun trying to figure it out I'll help you if you really want."
"But it's your family, you decide if we invade their privacy." Rose pressed.
Realising efforts to prove who is more at fault is useless, the two decided they both shared the fault and will talk to each other from now on when making decisions. They shook hands under the desk and made up.
"So what do you want to do?" Rose asked with confidence, starting the class work.
Micah tapped the top of her pencil on the paper. "Live normally. Enough stressing over some dumb mystery that's clearly for the cops. I just want to finish school like I was meant to do and move on." She said with determination and Rose nodded, returning to her notes.
Micah noticed that school became even more boring without another distraction. Some kids have moved on from the robbery and found something or someone else to pick at.
Rose, with lots of free time on her hands, finished her landscape sketch which Micah couldn't stop staring in awe at. Feeling proud, Rose began teaching Micah how to draw and she quickly picked up on the tips and sketched a decent pine tree. Everyday Micah would bother Rose with a clean new page wanting to draw something else, whether it be the pond, top of the school or the hallway.
Micah had forgotten everything that bothers them. Braidon would mind his own business, Elise doesn't criticise Micah for being a bad influence on Rose but watches from a distance with a hateful look on her face, as Micah remembers.
Around a week later when classes ended Micah and Rose sat on the windowsill, sketching each other as a challenge. It was Rose's idea and Micah thought it was great, and they would then ask students in the hall who won. Altogether Micah already knew Rose would probably win, she tried her best.
Micah's pencil scratched against the paper, shading certain parts or long strokes running along the paper for hair. The two were lost in thought examining each other's features, recreating them on the page. Both snapped out of their worlds when a loud slam against the locker was heard sounding like a body.
Looking over their shoulders Rose and Micah saw a tall girl with round glasses, blonde hair with myriad small pink and yellow elastics and her uniform seemed a little small on her lengthy body.
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Mediocre And Remarkable
General FictionMarythrone isn't the most kindest trustworthy school. Obnoxious students, missing kids and a massive threat isn't what Micah was warned about when being set up to attend the school. Despite the hell that rains on her constantly her experiences teach...