DOE

E N E M Y ?

Grasse doesn't let go.

"Jasmine. I can't believe you're here, trying to sabotage me, again. You little-!"

I shake my head. "Grasse...eh...I don't really know who you are...?"

She roars, grabbing Jas's backpack and throwing it on the floor. She spins around, stomping out of the restroom, leaving the scent of candy apples hanging behind her. I pick up the backpack. What's her deal?

I decide to go to homeroom. When I walk in, the room is almost empty. I open the backpack.

Inside it are some crisp, neat new textbooks, wrapped in notebook covering patterned with cherries and spiders. I decide to put the textbooks in Jasmine's locker at recess. Beside the textbooks, there was an expensive looking phone, a tube of Pretty Pink Cotton lipstick, the key chain, which I'd put in last minute and a schedule. I pull out the latter, choosing to put the incident with 'Grasse' at the back of my mind. The first class is Math.

Great. Not having to learn Math is one of the few reasons I was glad I died. I push the schedule back in and walk to Room 212, which is right across the room. The bell rings. I sit down next to a girl with bright red hair and black ripped fishnets. I don't make eye contact with her. I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to get YOU back to normal.

You're not in this class. You're in Jas's Art, English and Music. Art's next, so that's good.

I barely sit through it. By the time I'm out, I feel so sleepy I nearly slam into a wall. I look down the hallway. A few lockers away, you are talking to someone. I run discreetly towards you. I can't see the girl talking to you.

"Hey! Mae!" I shout, scurrying towards you and skidding to a stop. I turn around and see Grasse. She was the one talking to you.

"Oh. Ehm..."

Grasse stared me down, her glare becoming stronger. As she looked at you and your smiling face, her anger became more evident. She flipped her unnaturally long hair and turned around, glaring daggers at me and walking down the hall to the girl's bathroom. I roll my eyes and turn to you.

"What's up with her?" You ask, opening your locker and putting a fat Arithmetic textbook.

"I don't know. She cornered me in the bathroom earlier. She said I've done something wrong to her. God knows what it is."

You nod, taking out a thin notebook and closing your locker. "Grasse is actually usually a very nice girl. I've got no idea what actually happened to her just now. Sorry on her behalf."
I nod, unsure, and look around the hallway. The crowd was gradually thinning out. You look at your schedule and then tuck it back into your pocket again. "It's Art for me next. What about you?"
I nod. "It's the same for me."
"Oh yay!"

You smile widely, linking your arms with mine and we walk out of the school to the courtyard where the Art Cabin stands.
"You used to be the best 6 year old artist ever. I can't wait to see how much your skills have improved! She peers into my tote all of a sudden and pulls out my keys. "Wow. That...that's...beautiful. Jas...you've got to show me."
Worry clouds over my mind. I haven't got a single artistic bone in my body.

What am I going to do?