A Fall From Grace

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Friday, november 3rd.
8 years ago.

"Hey, Killers Kin!" I heard a high pitched voice yell from two tables over. I looked up and once I did chocolate milk dripped down my forehead and over the whole of my face.

Oh god, my textbook. It's covered in milk, dad's going to kill me if the library chargers me for it.

I didn't need to look up to know who threw the carton at me. It's Lucy Grahams, the girl my brother rejected for prom. I can see why.

"Leave her alone! She didn't do anything to you, Lucy." That I didn't expect so I looked up from my ruined shirt this time.

It was Mirabella Stone. Everyone knows who she is, she's sunshine as a person.

"Hey, are you okay?" I blinked, she was sitting on the beach next to me.

I blinked again, disbelief at the fact she'd actually stand up for me, though another part of my brain thought it was obvious she'd feel pity for me, it's who she was.

She was kind, loved volunteering at the retirement home across the street, and gave extra candy to kids on halloween.

"Alora?" she said in her soft and gentle voice. "Yes? I mean yes, thank you. I'm good." I say rather quickly.

She smiles at me and nods at my shirt. "I have an extra shirt in my locker if you want it? you never know." I didn't have my PE uniform today, since I had it for 6th period tomorrow.

I considered my options thoroughly before answering her. "Sure, yes please." she nods again and grabs my untouched tray of food to throw it away herself.

It was a requirement to get food, I didn't want to waste it but the school loves to do that.

I grabbed my backpack from the floor and swung it over my shoulders. I follow quickly behind Mirabella as we leave the cafeteria and towards her locker.

It was two lockers away from mine, I think.

Mirabella comes to a sudden stop, and turns to open the locker in front of her, okay her locker is 5 away from mine.

I'm observant, sometimes I just don't care enough to make accurate depictions.

"So, how are you feeling?" she said softly. I thought for a second "About what?" I said in a monotone voice.

She turned towards me handing me a pink shirt that said 'Love.' in red letters. Okay, not as bad as I thought it would be. I had expected a rainbows.

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