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IV- willow.

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★ Willow Tree March - The Paperkites

/!\ TW : harassment

/!\ NDA : The teacher I'm talking about doesn't exist in TOH, I invented them for my story !

I have class in ten minutes, so I'm waiting in front of the science room. Oh yeah, classes are mixed... And Boscha and Willow will be together. This is just perfect.

I sigh. When Willow left, I met her gaze. And what I read there... This mixture of sadness and anger hurt me, and I realized what I had done to her. I already knew that, but now...

I shake my head to chase away these thoughts. The past is the past, and then... There is no chance or reason that Willow will ever forgive me. Even if it hurts me to see Boscha hurt her like that without being able to react. It's hard to have to choose between family and friends... Although my mother doesn't really give me a choice actually.

The bell suddenly rings, pulling me out of my thoughts. This bell is really unbearable... I want to throw my bag at it so it will finally shut up.

The teacher opens the door. I don't like them at all, they're really annoying... I almost fell asleep several times while they were talking. However, I am rather interested in science in general... Especially chemistry, I like chemical reactions and learning how things work. But there, the lessons are dying long. In addition, I am next to Boscha, who is right behind Willow... The poor thing is bothered all hour long.

"Hello Miss Blight" they say.

"Hello Mx Spencer" I answer in a falsely cheerful tone.

Boscha arrives a little late, she tried to wipe away the traces of makeup on her face but it didn't work that well. Her eyes are red, and the tears are still shining on her cheeks. She sits down next to me, moves her chair as far away as possible and doesn't look at me. She doesn't even have the energy to put bits of gum in Willow's hair today. I should be happy for her, but there... Boscha is almost pitiful.

The class is still as long, but this time the atmosphere is weird. After an interminable and very awkward moment, the bell rings, and I put my things away with relief. Suddenly, I feel something touch my back ; a piece of paper has just bounced off me and fallen to the ground. Skara waves at me ; she's the one who threw it.

I pick it up, unfold it, and read :

we need to talk meet me next to the basketball court it's about boscha

She wrote it quickly, but it seems important to her. I give her a thumbs up to let her know I'll be there.

Basketball practice has just ended, Boscha didn't come. Skara comes out of the locker room and comes towards me.

"Come on, let's go aside to talk."

I let myself be guided behind the stands, Skara sits on the ground.

"So, what's going on with Boscha...?" I ask because she doesn't say anything. "

"I guess you saw that she wasn't doing well today..."

"Yes, I sigh. And it could be...my fault."

"At least you know that" she says in a slightly cold tone.

I don't answer. Skara had never spoken to me like that.

"Amity, make an effort, please... You've been ignoring her for several days..."

Oh, I wonder why... She does nothing but harass Willow, and I can't stand being involved in her stories just because my mother wants me to have "good company".