My best disorders

Dreamer

I was walking around the club stalls. The first week of high school might've started off a bit too harsh, but I was going to make up for it.

I giggled at Steffanie's reaction to Annabelle. Her disoriented face comes back to me.

And July. July didn't say anything. But the silence she kept was more effective than a thousand words.

I stopped in front of the drama club stall. The only girl present stood behind a dusty table, full of things. Fountain pens, heaps of papers in small handwriting, a few complementary fake skulls.

I loved it.

The girl was on her phone. She looked bored.

- Hey, do you still have open slots? I ask, standing in front of the table.

She looks up at me with the same dazed look.

- Oh, yeah, we have two more. You came right in time, a dude came before you and asked if we can keep him a space.

I let out a sigh. I really did have perfect timing. 

She gave me two papers to sign. I rushed my eyes thru them.

- You don't have to read them, they don't have any scams written between the lines, she said, completing something on her notebook. I can assure you, we won't keep you here for the entire four years. You can leave whenever you want.

I nodded.

- What's your name? And number.

- I'm Annelies Doris Turner, student 56. 

Her eyes widened.

- Oh, you're Ronald's sister? she asked, rising an eyebrow.

She only seemed curious.

- Yeah, why?

- We've had the same home-class last year, she said, ripping a paper off her notebook. I was a freshman back then, and he was a senior. 

She smiled.

- Tell him Bia says hi, she added, giving me the paper. Keep this. We have the selections tomorrow.

I smiled back. I was happy there were still people who wanted to know a bit more about me. Only a bit. Acquaintances. Always useful.

I went back on my way, reading the paper as I was walking. I've mastered the art of reading in motion since 7th grade.

"Annelies Doris Turner (aka Ron's sis)

Drama club application

Selection date: tomorrow (duh)

Signed by 

       Bya

btw, don't try the canteen fries. they're always soggy."

I laughed. Bia clearly has some good sense of humor.

Someone bumped into me. I turned to them. But before saying anything, I recognized him.

His curly hair was vibrant blue.

He had dark circles around his eyes.

He had the same pale skin.

Seems I found Blue too...

He looked at me from above with his tired expression.

I have no idea why I imagined Blue so tall.

Like, 6ft 1 was the tallest person I knew.

And I made Blue 6ft 5.

I stared at him. And he looked back at me, smiling.