Dust

1 - Arabella

Everything always seemed to drag on in life.

It was 9:32 am, and here I was, trapped in these bland white walls with stained blue carpet.

To the left of me windows mocked me, displaying the outdoors.

Desks filled the room, filled with the same old people. I read the motivational posters on the walls for about the thousandth time; filled the same old boring quotes that are just plain old lies.

I sighed as I tapped my ball point pen between my index and middle finger, craning my neck from where I sat, the back of the room, to view outside the windows.

This was the hell hole I called school.
A shiver ran down my back from the school's crappy so called "heater." I pulled my sweater sleeves over my palms.

9:33 am

Sigh.

I was suddenly awoken from my daydream when I heard a voice from the right of me.

"Arabella, what's this you have here?"
I froze.

As I turned my head, I saw just who I expected.

This jackass' name was Frank, who decided to rub his insecurities on everyone by harassing people.

In his hands was my prized possession sketch book.

Now, many people don't get the "No-Touchie" rule on sketchbooks-

Well, by that I mean the "Get-Your-Damn-Hands-Off-My-Sketchbook-That-You-Did-Not-Ask-Permission-To-Touch-You-Swine" rule.

It was self explanatory.

His finger traced the aqua paper cover. "Too bad if someone was to look through it," he taunted with a smirk.

I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out. As I lunged forward to retrieve my possession, his friends blocked me.

Suddenly from behind him, a tall girl joined the scene. Her blue and purple hair fell down to her mid back. She squinted her eyes, her green orbs observing the scenario in front of her. She had a tough look on her face, pissed off, almost.

Her long arm extended, grabbing it from Frank's loose grasp.

"Fuck off," she spat in the boy's faces.

The group scrammed back to their desks. I watched in amazement.

The teacher, Ms. Williams,  cleared her throat as she walked into the classroom. "Sorry for being late, class," she apologized.

The girl turned, taking my sketchbook with her. I wanted to ask for her to give it back, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. I went back to my pen bouncing and stared back out the window.

I could just ask for it back after class, I thought to myself.
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AN:
Here's my new story! I decided to do something serious this time lol.
Hi to my two readers, Libby and Olivia. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
New chapter maybe tonight or sometime this weekend.
Bye!!!! x