TWO BIRDS [KPFF]

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I looked out of the window of the small body of the car, and oh my... Do schools have to be like this? Crowded, noisy, chaotic?

I looked at my driver for a speck second before looking back at the building, gulping my nervousness, worry and disgust down. 

I heaved out a brief and shaky yet sharp sigh, clicking open the door and stepping out. The door shut close behind me and the groaning of the engine and whirring of the wheels rung in my ear drums as the car raced upon the road.

But, I gave no heed to that little detail as I was facing the tall building that was scaring my wits into a deeper part of myself.

I stared at the brick and glass edifice until I felt people completely glaring at me with pure disgust washed over their orbs.

I cleared my throat and rapidly walked into the structure, to my locker and placed the unwanted things for my first class, financial literacy.

I had a mental goal to not make any friends, and just focus on my studies, without the utter disturbance of those 'chaotic' souls. It purely disgusts me.

Financial literacy was the fourth class to the left on the second floor, and oh, how dearly I love climbing stairs. I sighed, making air rotate herself and crash at my face again as I was wearing a mask, so I would be unnoticeable to this crowd.

While walking to my desired destination, I bumped into someone, making my notebook drop. Of course, I did not have to be heartless and let the other pick up my tools.

The other bent down as well and gave my notebook, having a smile stirred with apologies and worry. I deeply analyzed the boy; chubby cheeks, slim lips, orbs like a little squirrel's.

We both stood up at the same time and as I did not want to negotiate with anyone, I faced the door and set my foot inside the class. He walked behind me with a pep in his step.

"Not even a 'thank you'?" The boy stammered, making me look at him. He was also wearing glasses like me. I glanced up and down at him before heading to an unoccupied table.

Well, this whole classroom was empty and it was only him and I here.

I did not stare at him, for he seemed like a feeble being, a vulnerable soul.

One, I dare say, I had ever seen.

He did not seem much... 'sketchy'.. like the other souls, with evil lurking in the deepest chambers of their bodies with corrupt harshly painted all over; oh no, he did not resemble one such detail.

His feline eyes were chosen by the most finest angles as they shined brighter than the most glowing shade of white. Who could ever think of him as a son of evil?

*Thank you*

I motioned my fingers so I could tell him my gratefulness, but it seemed he did not comprehend. I sighed, understanding; an average person not knowing sign language was an understatement.

I took my journal from the desk and flipped to a void, blank page, scribbling down my grateful message and giving him the journal. He read the message and looked at me, still worried.

"You can't speak?" I furrowed my eyebrows, not knowing how to answer that. I snatched the journal from him and scribbled on the paper another message, giving it to him.