"So......" Forfex fiddled with her hands on top of the table, glancing around the room uneasily. Everyone else was already starting and brainstorming their assigned projects, and Forfex and Jarrod simply sat in awkward silence, Jarrod having his head down on top of the table. They hadn't said a word to each other since their short greeting, which was already about fifteen minutes in the past.
"Any ideas?" Forfex questioned, frustrated and slightly irritated, and her only response was a loud, muffled huff of breath. She sighed, and continued fidgeting in her seat.
So he's one of those students. She thought. "Well, urhmm, we're going to have to do something ." Her silent partner finally lifted his head up from the table, and just freaking looked at her, studying her with no expression. He averted his eyes again.
"We could make something like....pottery?" the blonde said flatly, and Forfex cocked her head to the side like a bird again. Pottery was probably the most random thing he could have suggested, but it worked.
"Alright then, what do you think it should be, exactly?" No response, again. Forfex gave up on being able to thoroughly communicate with Jarrod, and -seemingly- patiently waited for a reply.
"A funeral urn." Forfex realized his natural fleshy ear-to-ear grin was stretched even farther, in a way that made it look like he was actually grinning. She observed him in confusion, wondering what he found so amusing, but said nothing for a few moments.
"....Okay, well-"
"Black and blue. I'll design it." Jarrod's actual smile was gone and his face held a serious expression. Forfex frowned at his sudden assertiveness, but didn't comment on it.
Maybe he just feels very passionate about pottery...? Forfex thought to herself.
Jarrod suddenly reached down to grab a piece of paper and a pencil, set them on the table, and began designing their project.
Forfex sat in awe, watching her partner guide the pencil across the paper. His lines were so clean, even with a sketch.
A few minutes later, their design for their project was complete. A black and blue funeral urn, straight and skinny at the top, and big and round at base, with a black and blue pattern of colors.
Jarrod reclined in his chair, exhaling and closing his tired eyes.
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Scissors and Smiles
TerrorHigh School can be a scary place for those who differ from normality. Kids can be cruel if so much as one minor thing is off about you. Forfex Fowl, a pale and rather shy girl was consistently antagonized by her peers presumably because of her long...
