The Best Way to get to Someone's Heart is to Punch Straight Through the Ribcage

I've Never Been Much for Titles so have this Instead of a Real One

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Meh. I don't have all that much to say here. No big deal to write at the beginning of the story before it's over amirite?
Hope you like it and shit.
These characters belong to me and Cloaked_Schemer. 
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The brunette lazily shut her locker, each movement showing it's own certain type of sleepiness. God, Mira didn't get an ounce of sleep that night. It wasn't like she didn't try. Or- at first it wasn't. But after many nights of sitting there, wishing for something what would never come, she decided, 'Why not do something productive while I wait?' Thus beginning many sleepless nights of doing things like playing Pokemon or reading things instead of resting up for the next day. She shut her locker, having gotten what she needed from it. It didn't close. She tried again, dropping her books to the floor, this time, attempting to slam the door shut. She let out a little cry, as apparently the thing stopping the locker from shutting was her middle and index finger helping to hold her up.

"Ow!" No one heard. Mira was alone in a hallway. In the hallway all alone. That sounded like some crappy song lyrics. Mira giggled, though the thought wasn't quite that funny. Maybe laughing took away from the pain a little. Whatever. Something distracted her from the mix of emotions she was going through at the moment.

"Oi, are you high or something?" Her hair was black, dark black, almost as if it were dyed, but you could tell from the silky smoothness of it, that it was all 100 percent natural. Her bangs covered one eye, the other one a shocking, emerald green, and her hair, though it was up in a ponytail, fell down to around her hips.

God, her best friend was attractive.

"No~ I just fatally wounded myself. I'm in need of immediate medical service," Mira stated shaking her 'injured' hand a little, and finally shutting her locker, correctly this time. She was already late for class, which was shown by the extreme silence of the halls. She could practically hear crickets chirping in the background. Curiosity enveloped her as she wondered why Kayla, straight A student, was wandering the halls after the bell with no pass in sight. Of course it could be hidden in the pockets of her baggy sweatshirt, but, who would do that when they could hold it and save themselves the task of possibly getting pulled over by a teacher. 

"Right. Right. Would you like me to call a nurse? Let you explain to her why you're not in class right about now?" More imaginary crickets. Dammit, Kayla always left Mira tongue tied. But hey, she tried. You've got to give her at least a little bit of credit for that. 

"Hey, if you call her over you'll need to explain as well why you're out of class." Perhaps if it was someone else, Mira would have won this battle. But of course, Kayla had an excuse. 

"I'm doing office work," was her simple counter. Whatever, thought Mira, despite the slight lonely feeling that she got from knowing she was the only one without an excuse out of the two. 

"Well where's your-" Kayla pulled the pass from her pocket, already knowing the question that was going to be asked. Mira was at a major lost. "Ah... Fine... You win," She said, in a defeated voice, then waved her hand, dismissively. She was never one to dwell on the past.

Scratch that. Mira would hold grudges, dwell on mistakes, like they were her first born child. Or with certain things, at least. In this scenario though, (and most things school related) she didn't care all that much.

Nonetheless, she wouldn't want to get into trouble with a teacher. Not like Kayla would actually tell on her. She was loyal. They were loyal to each other.

"Anyway, I'd better be going. Gotta go to the library, complete my-" Mira stood in front of her, blocking Kayla's way of exit, and seeing this, she continued on, walking backwards, so as to not let her be late.

"Ah, I think I've got a better idea," Mira cut her off. "How about I go with you and we slack off together?" Of course, this would sound appealing to Mira. She had no reputation or high grades to keep track of, unlike her friend. 

"Uh, how about no?" Kayla replied. She was so sassy. One of the many traits she held which Mira absolutely adored. Despite this reply, the raven-haired girl paused, as if thinking something through. "Though... I guess you could come with me. I'll say you're helping me out, and that the teacher wanted you to come..." Mira's face lit up, and ran over to give her a big hug, hands wrapping around her, letting her weight sink onto her.

"You care~!" She said, sustaining the 'a' in 'care.' Of course Mira kinda already knew this was coming. Despite this tough-guy facade she put on, she really would try her best to help. While Mira would never dream of manipulating her friend into doing this stuff for her, she would never turn down an offer such as this one. 

"Off," Kayla said, her voice filled with apathy. She wasn't a very... 'hug-y' person as you could most likely tell. Mira stepped off before she received some sort of terrible beating --by terrible, meaning a gentle slap to the face, maybe getting her hair pulled-- and let out a little laugh. As soon as she did, Kayla was moving. "C'mon, or I'll leave you out," She claimed, her dark hair, held up in a ponytail, swishing as she walked. 

And so, Mira followed behind, completely abandoning her stuff at her locker. She caught up to Kayla, walking side by side with her, swinging her arms back and forth. An interesting duo, to say the least, with one as mature as Kayla, and one as reckless as Mira. Or at least that was how they acted when faced with responsibility. 

Believe me, it only gets stranger from here.

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Wowza, I finished a thing. 
Most of these will have a bunch of different characters, so Mira and Kayla might not be in the next chapter, but I dunno.
"I heavily encourage criticism. I can't improve if you stay silent about my bad content."
With that, I shall leave you all.

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