Grænin's Siege(Book 1)

Chapter 10

By batel160
Briar's POV

As Tara walked out, I put my book down. I didn't have a lot of friends! Why did she assume I did? I had one that moved away, and another who I only knew through email. what a jerk! I thought to myself, punching my pillow for maximum comfort. It may be my fault, but she's doing some rude things herself! I sounded like a baby in my head, but I ignored it. I picked up my iPod, and plugged in my earbuds. Listening to owl city, I drew in my sketchbook. A flower. I thought, gazing out the window at the ice flower Tara had made. A beautiful blue ice flower, and frost designs on the petals. I started drawing.
It was coming along nicely, and I grinned at myself as I drew the stem. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard to become friends with Tara. Maybe I could get on her good side sometime, or at least try. Yes, I thought as I finished my drawing. Maybe it could work. I set the drawing on her bed, and smiled.

Tara walked in around 5 o'clock that evening, bringing some new makeup items, and something I couldn't quite make out in a plastic bag. She appeared to have calmed down somewhat, though a little anger was still in her eyes. I heard Tara mumble something about 'stupid prices' and whatnot, nothing really unusual. She started writing something on piece of paper at her desk, but soon crumpled it up in the wastebasket. Could she ever do something right? The only things I could tell were shopping, skipping classes, and makeup. She turned around and gave me a strained smile. Whodathunkit? I still didn't like her, but she could be nice every once and a while. I grinned at her, and she turned away. Okay, not as nice as I thought. But still nice, kinda. Maybe there was a good side to her.

Dragon hatching class was still boring, and siren class was just idiotic. Spell lessons were kinda fun, we were learning how to make objects come to life. Of course, Tara made my headband come up, and it ran around the room, screaming. I made her eyeshadow come to life when we got back to our dorm room, and she yelled herself hoarse.
"Sorry" I said, actually meaning it.
"You idiot!" She seethed, but I could tell she knew I was truly sorry. And she hadn't seen my drawing yet. I wanted to point it out, but if I did, she would've thought I was trying to make friends. She had to find it for herself. Maybe tonight.