"You mean to say that you kept a secret from me! A big one at that," Marcus' face was bright red, almost a tomato, and he was not a happy camper.
"If I don't want you to know my secrets, I don't have to tell you anything!" If he wants to start drama, honey, he's gonna get drama. Boys say girls start it up about any given subject. Boy, please. You start up a conversation that doesn't meet any of our interests and you expect us to be all happy or super calm about it.
"Why does everything have to be about you?!" Marcus, like any other boy, feeds into the argument.
"It's not about me! Maybe because all my life I was all independent until you came along," I sighed internally, but on the outside, I was enraged. 'Why does everything evolve around what happened 10 years ago! I was 3 when my parents left but 13 years ago my life was controlled by the government. I'm some sort of science experiment!'
"Willow... I'm sorry." Marcus had his furious, disappointed face swapped with a calm, sympathetic look.
"Thank you but your apology was needed long before. I, though, will have an exception," I was wise but I kept the emotional intelligence to a little above average.
"Let me help you. Please," Marcus insisted. The principal had long disappeared from this conversation.
"I can't let you do that. It's the government's science experiment. It's their say, but even if it wasn't, I wouldn't want to be an Alice in a new wonderland," My answer came out calm and collected but even though it was the truth, I still yearn for a new life, more of a challenge.
"Our lives are so different but there are beyond many similarities," Marcus pushed.
"I said 'no'. Help is not my ideal answer, so please, drop the subject." He nodded at my answer and changed the category of topics.
"You wanna go get some teachers fired with an persuasive essay? Fire with fire?" Marcus' eyebrows wiggled up and down with a smirk plastered on his face. If I say yes, that smirk would be there for the rest of the day. I smiled back, like Goldfish, and nodded. We quickly got to work and within an hour our essays were finished, revised and edited.
"You ready, Will?"
"Ready is my middle name. Let's do this, nerdy style,"
YOU ARE READING
The Girl With The Green Thumb
Science FictionWillow has spent her life inside the woods. She sleeps alone. Eats alone. She is alone. Until one special boy notices where she disappears to after school.
