Ephemeral {X.T.}

𝕠𝕟𝕖

𝕆𝕧𝕚𝕒 ℙ𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕤

Sometimes I'd just stare at the plants. I wouldn't touch them, just stare. It had me wondering many times. Why me? Why plants? Of course, I never got the answer to that question. Wonderous, right? Wrong. 

"You're allowed to touch them." 

I looked up, seeing a red-headed woman enter the greenhouse. She had large glasses on, and a wide welcoming smile on her lips. 

"I'd rather not," I admitted, looking down at the death trap plant. "It might not bite me."

She laughed lightly. "That one's still-"

"A baby," I said, looking at her. "He's not red on the inside. Still too white. He won't kill a fly, yet. We'll give him two weeks."

She smiled. "I'm impressed. You must new here." 

"Ovia Petropolus, ma'am."

"I'm miss Thornhill. I'm your dorm mom, and I give Botanical Sciences. In this greenhouse actually. What brings you here?" 

My eyes wondered the greenhouse again. "Headmistress Weems mentioned a greenhouse on the school premisses. I had to see it for myself."

"Fascinated with plants?" Miss Thornhill asked, making me smile softly. 

"How could I not be," I chuckled, looking back at her, before lifting my hand. "Plants are my curse." Then, from the palm of my hand, a succulent plant appeared, spreading wide open. 

Her eyes widened. "Well, this is the first. You're an interesting girl."

"Thank you," I said, placing the succulent down on the nearest table. "I have to get to my dorm. It was nice meeting you, Miss Thornhill." 

She gave a light nod. "Feel free to come here whenever you want. I can even write you up for your extra-curricular." 

Smiling, I said: "Thank you, miss."

I made my way out of the greenhouse yet came to a stop the moment I smelled smoke. I turned around, following after the smell. When I came around a corner, my eyes fell onto a boy sitting wide legged on the grass with a cigarette between his fingers. 

I walked around him, stepping in front of him. He looked up at me, frowning lightly. 

"Can I help you?" he asked, before taking another drag from his cigarette.

"There are plants in the greenhouse that die when there's too much smoke in the air. You're going to kill them."

He chuckled. "Really? That's your concern?" 

My frown deepened. "What? I have to worry about your lungs? I couldn't care less if you're killing plants."

His smile faded, and he looked unhappy. "I feel attacked," he mocked.

I scoffed. "Please. You look like some short, tempered, slipshod prick. If you want to burn your lungs, feel free to do that, somewhere else."

He scoffed, killing his butt on the grass, before leaving the butt there, while standing up. My knees weakened. He wasn't short. 

"Right. Thanks for that, princess."

He turned around, and walked away, pushing his shoulder-length hair back, making me scoff. I bent down, picking his cigarette butt up. I walked to the nearest trash can, dropping it in there. 

Inconsiderate prick.

~

"You must be Ovia!"

I turned around to see a girl stand in my doorway. The points of her blonde hair were different colours, and she had a bright pink smile on her lips.