Kim's P.O.V
I sat quietly in my third period art class whilst I waited for my teacher's arrival. Surprisingly, this was my favorite class out of my entire schedule in this hellhole of learning.
I'm in seventh grade at an all girl school. I'm not the most fond of being social, so I have my small group of friends; one of them being an underclassmen named Alex.
The girl has an attitude and isn't afraid to show it. She has a good heart though. We have very similar interests such as: music taste, clothing taste, reading, movie taste, etc.
"Hey, Kim!" Alex walked towards me with a wide grin.
"Hey," I respond with a smile.
"How ya feeling?"
"Fine,"
"Mmhmmm, I bet," she rolled her eyes.
"What?"
"You're bummed, I can tell," she looked at me sympathetically.
"I'm fine, I promise,"
"Whatever you say," she said as she twisted on her heel and made her way to her seat.
Not long after, our teacher walked through the door and eagerly explained our latest assignment before playing music and attending to her computer.
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Ring! The class bell interrupted my concentration and my eyes darted to the clock. When realizing it was time to leave, I sighed and packed my things to head to my next period.
"Math," I groaned when I exited the art room and made my way down the hall. As I dragged myself to my next class, a voice stopped me.
"Kim," I turned to see who had called me.
Alex sped in my direction with a folded paper in her hand.
"You seemed down, so I drew you this to cheer you up. I know it's not that good, but I hope you like it," she rubbed the back of neck and smiled. "Good luck in Brito," she turned and left to the stairs.
I smiled down at the paper and walked to class with a smile pulling on the corners of my lips.
I stepped through the threshold of torture before taking a seat next my friend, Kat. She was the class clown and never failed to make the class laugh; however I more kept to myself as good as her jokes are.
I took this opportunity to unfold the paper that Alex handed to me earlier. It was a drawing of both of us as if posing for a photo. Her hand formed bunny ears over my head and her face held a smug smile with her tongue sticking out cheekily. I was beside her, a smile plastered across my face and my arm around her waist. The drawing radiated happiness and mischief. I found it endearing. Looking at this, made math much more bearable.
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I haphazardly tossed my things into my bag before rushing out the door and down the stairs. I didn't stop until I reached my bus and raced inside to my usual seat and plopping down. I relaxed myself into the seat, dozing off.
"Kim, your stop is next," one of my bus-mates informed me as she shook me awake. I groggily picked up my bag and stumbled to the front of the bus.
Once the bus came to a loud halt and the doors creaked open, I exited and paced the sidewalk for a few blocks before unlocking my front door and entering the familiar house.
"Thank God mom isn't home," I sighed before pulling out my phone. I had a new message from Alex.
Alex: You feeling any better, mijita?
Me: Yeah, just tired. I'll see you tomorrow.
Alex: Ofc, but you have to tell me what's been bumming you out.
Me: Fine, I promise. Catch you later.
Alex: Alrighty
I plugged in my phone before taking a well needed dose of sleep.
