Invisible

"That's What Friends Are For."

Third Person POV

"Embarrassment." Ms. Linda spat, and Celestia's knuckles turned white, and Matthew gave her a reassuring look. "You barely passed! Don't be big-headed, girl!"

Celestia stopped looking down and stared at Ms. Linda, her eyes were daring and fiery, and her eyes never flickered down to look at her exam.

"I thought you were smart!" She scoffed, and Celestia was very offended.

She stood up, her chair making a loud creak.

Everyone could see the fire in her eyes. She was furious.

The students' eyes flickered over Celestia and Ms. Linda like they were two movies they wanted to watch at the same time.

Matthew gave Celestia a stern look, but she ignored him.

She's dealed with enough stress.

As Ms. Linda ranted on and on about how humiliating Celestia's tests were, she finally opened her mouth.

"SHUT UP!" She snapped, and Ms. Linda glared at her, daring her to say something.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Everyone gasped at her outburst.

"FINE! MY SCORES WERE HORRID. BUT SHOULD YOU ANNOUNCE IT TO THE WHOLE WORLD OF HOW BAD IT IS? I'M PRESSURED ENOUGH, SO PUT THE FUCKING BURDEN OUT OF MY HEAD!"

And with that she ran out of the class.

Ms. Linda was absolutely surprised that she just got snapped at by a student, but tried to continue as if nothing happened.

Matthew, however, ran after her, to find her sitting on the staircase, face hidden by her hands.

He sat beside her and hugged her, and she cried.

"What have I done?" She sobbed, clutching him like there was no tomorrow. He understood, though; Celestia was always the prim, proper student, she rarely burst out like that.

"My-"

"Reputation?" Matthew finished calmly, and Celestia looked up, before nodding shortly. "It doesn't matter, Cel, we only have one more year. One year." He reminded.

"That's not a reason why I should blow up!" She said.

"Cel, its understandable," he said soothingly, stroking her hair and pulling her against his chest.

"You're under stress. The play, exams, your parents, Aimee's leukemia," he ranted, but Celestia didn't feel pleased.

"If everyone-by that I mean everyone, knows what I did, I'll have no one," Celestia buried her face in her hands, strangled sobs escaping her mouth.

"Hey, hey," Matthew gently pulled Celestia in another embrace and kissed her forehead.

"You have your friends, you have me." Celestia smiled, her cheeks blushed pink, both from blushing and crying.

"I love you, Cel," he said and ran his hands through her thick hair.

"I love you too, Matthew."

But another sob startled the couple.

Joanne had made her way towards Celestia, tears streaming down her face.

"Jo? Are you alright?" Celestia asked worriedly, as she wiped her own tears. "I need your advice." She said hectically.

"Of course." And she pulled Celestia away from Matthew.

"Cel," she sniffled.

"Does-does it hurt more when someone leaves or someone stays?" She asked, her voice was pure innocence, yet sadness laced on it.