anika & angus

fallen words

anika's arms were filled with more books then earlier-- french, calculus, anatomy and literature. her arms could collapse any moment due to the pressure on them. "too much homework for such a small overwhelmed brain," anika mumbles to herself as she stepped down the stairs heading towards the bus stop.
   
"it's like every teacher decides to give homework the same days, just to overwhelm us." she turns, quite surprised that angus was behind her and that he had heard her little comment. stress was written all over his features. "oh, hi. i didn't think anyone heard me."
   
angus found it weird that the weather was getting colder, yet she wore a thin shirt, jeans with odd patches all over them and sandals, she didn't match at all in his opinion. "well, i did." and the conversation dissapeared like the thick gas smoke from a car. angus was hard in thought when her books loudly collasped to the moist earth beneath their feet. "oh no." they both kneeled to the ground to collect the fallen material, the boy stood up with three books in his arms, and left her with one thick book plus her small novels that she'd usually read on the way home. "how about i hold them until we get to our stop, so you don't drop them again." she nods with her eyes toward the ground. angus sat in the back today. during the bus ride she awkwardly looked out the window with her ear plugs in.
   
"have a nice day, mrs tilley." anika always said that to the public bus driver, "same to you anika." she'd always reply.
     
the apartment complex looked as sad as the atmosphere outside, it had rained previously the night before and the gray clouds still lingered around town. angus walked her to her door and headed the heavy books to her, "see you around anika."
   
"see you, and thanks for carrying my books." he nods with a smiles and turns to start his short journey to his door, the boy took a deep breath as he entered his apartment, it was quiet which was unusual due to his siblings that would be destroying the house. yet, it was quiet, too quiet.
   
"mum, i'm home." anika says happily, as her arms releases her books onto the tacky couch in the middle of the living area, "in the kitchen honey." her father would always get home around eight at night. she sat down on the couch and took out a piece of paper from her notebook and opened all her books to the correct pages so she could start her homework.
      
a small torn piece of paper flowed from the books interior, it read.
   
"anika, meet me at the top of the roof tonight at ten. p.s. i think your glasses are cute, not dorky like those girls said at lunch. and my name is angus."
     
she finished her homework with a happy grin on her face.