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Fleur's POV

Have you ever experienced that moment when you expected something normal and got something extraordinary instead? Yep. Have you ever expected for the strawberry flavor when you uncover your lollipop's wrapper and get the grape flavor instead? I sure as hell did, and I was pissed.

But those things are all quite normal to me. In this case, what happened yesterday was all too much for me to handle.

"Fleur! Fleur~! Are you listening?" Another one of my friends pokes my head as I was daydreaming about what happened yesterday. Aster and Aspen were both as shocked as I was. The effects of what happened is still with me though, unlike both of them.

"I am, I am. Continue." I wave them off with my hand and crossed my arms. I never really get the stuff they're into. All I want to do right now was to study my ass off, and keep on drawing.

I'm not really passionate about drawing but it does help pass time. What Aster said definitely hit me, I never put 100% in anything. It makes me a bit sad but, it's not like it's my fault. I just.. lose motivation. I don't know where I put it.

My friend Laurel doesn't seem to believe this though. "She's so not listening, but carry on." She whispered to Olive while looking at me.

Olive brightly looks at me and shows me a huge blackboard about all of the theories, investigations, and calculations she made just to prove one measly legend to be true. She points out the things and details about why the thing is definitely correct and true.

"So, this proves my point that Lizzie Borden is innocent."

"It doesn't make any sense. Sure, the lame ass song might be wrong with how many strikes she did but that doesn't mean that she's innocent. She burned a dress that was covered in paint as what she claims. You don't fucking spill paint on dresses." Laurel argued back her point.

"Well, sometimes accidents happen okay."

"She was too poised and calm when the policemen were interviewing her, Olive."

"That just means that she didn't do anything at all then." Olive glared at her as if she was challenging Laurel to defy her.

At the moment, I move away from both of them before hell breaks loose and went out of the classroom. It's alright for me to go out since the teacher never came so, we had the whole period to ourselves. The teachers here are very questionable to be honest. Mostly everyone is out of the classroom too, my classmates are probably at the library or at the cafeteria.

Food or knowledge, pick.

I walk aimlessly within the halls of our school and look through the thousands of flyers that are scattered around on our walls. I absentmindedly touch every single one of them as I pass by them.

'I wonder what I'll have for dinner.. I'm sure mom won't be home again.' I thought to myself and began daydreaming again-

Which is totally a bad idea.

Bam!

As I'm making contact with the floor like we're best buds, I could see my life flash before me- okay, it might've been a bit dramatic of me but I really don't want my cute butt to be hurt. I loved my butt very much, thank you.

I close my eyes and wait for what was about to come.

Yet, it never happened.

"Are you okay?" Dark brown eyes looked down and stared at my green ones. He's holding me safely in his arms like in those cliche romantic movies. It made me feel at ease.. that my ass was saved. What the hell were you thinking?