Pointe Shoes, Pen Ink, and Rosin

Purple's Getting a Bit Boring

        "Henry, hey," said Jackson. He pulled on Henry's sleeve. "You have history. With me. You need to get up."
        "No," Henry muttered.
        "Dude we have class at 9:45. It's 9:30. Get up! Seriously!" exclaimed Jackson.
        "Why the hell didn't my alarm go off?" exclaimed Henry.
        Slowly, Henry climbed out of bed, changed his clothes, grabbed a fruit bar and his bag, checked himself in the mirror, and followed Jackson to the science building.
•••
Dallas had just finished a creative writing class and was heading to her room. She had a missing class. By missing, it meant she had 45 minutes of free time; time to do whatever she pleased.
As she approached her building, she spotted a boy. She squinted and recognized him.
"Cello boy!" she yelled. Her arm was flailing in the air now.
He hid his face from her and fastened his walking pace.
"Oh please! Don't ignore me. I know you see me," said Dallas in a playful way.
"Hi," said Henry, faking a smile.
"Aw he smiles! How cute."
"Listen, I'd love to talk but I have a history class I need to get to," said Henry.
"Hmm. Ok. I'll let you go...this time. Have fun in history! I heard she's a bitch!" Dallas yelled at his back.
Henry found his classroom and slid into a seat next to Amrit.
"There's this girl with purple hair and I swear she's obsessed with me!" Henry sighed.
• • •
After Dallas' missing class was lunch. "Savannah! There you are. I was looking for you. I have a quest for us. We need to find Cello Boy," she said, scavenging through the crowd of middle and high schoolers.
"Cello boy?"
"Yes. That boy who-remember...There!"
        From across the room, Cello Boy rolled his eyes and buried his face in his binder.
       "Dallas," Savannah pleaded, though Dallas was halfway across the room already.
        "Hey! Can we sit with you?" asked Dallas at the head of Henry's table.
Henry opened his mouth to speak.
        "We're gonna sit with you," said Dallas.  "Let me re-introduce ourselves. I am Dallas and this is Savannah. Writer, dancer, respectively."
        Dallas slid into the bench seat across from Henry and Savannah followed.
        "Okay. That's fine I suppose," said Henry.
        Savannah suddenly remembered what Dallas said to her lack of effort to meet new people, so she joined the conversation.
         "Guess what. I met this girl, Abigail, and she told me tomorrow there's gonna be a roof party at her building," said Savannah.
"So obviously we're going, right?" said Dallas. She wasn't expecting an answer, she knew they'd come.
Henry raised his eyebrows. He hadn't been informed that he was now a unit of their group.
"Yeah," Savannah smiled.
Henry nodded and chewed his food.
        "What classes do you guys have after lunch?" asked Savannah.
"Missing class," said Dallas and Henry in unison.
"Really? Me too!" said Savannah.
The three got up, after agreeing to go to the commons room together after lunch, and emptied their plates. They then evacuated the cafeteria.
•••
Dallas plopped herself on a couch and kicked off her shoes.
Savannah made a face. "Dallas, could you not?" She got a raspberry in reply from Dallas.
Henry figured he should start a conversation since that hadn't happened since he arrived in America. He asked the two, "How long have you guys known each other?"
"Uh, I think at most 48 hours," replied Savannah.
"Oh. You guys act like you've known each other for longer," said Henry.
"I tend to act that way a lot with people," said Dallas. She paused raised her eyebrows. "I've been thinking about dyeing my hair again. Maybe green or silver? Purple is getting a bit boring."
Henry shrugged and nodded and Savannah grabbed her phone.
      "Aww don't be like that. Truth or dare! Savannah, you first."
She looked up from her phone. "Dare..?"
Dallas rubbed her hands together menacingly and said "I dare you to kiss someone tomorrow at the roof party."
Henry raised his eyebrows and laughed.
Savannah's looked at Dallas and said "I refuse to kiss anyone I went to middle school with. Not happening."
"Well then find someone new," laughed Dallas. "Who are you texting?"
        It was Abigail. "A ballet friend," said Savannah in her defensive manner. 
The game of Truth or Dare continued for about 30 minutes and by the end, everyone was laughing and smiling.