Gone for Grief

~Chapter 6~

     " Why hello there,... Matthew take a seat, and you are?" As Olivia and Matthew entered the class they were greeted by the sound of a sour voice that seemed to be attempting an appealing vocal texture, Olivia eyed Matthew as he sheepishly took a seat.

     " Yes Mrs. Thompson..."

     " Excuse me miss., I asked what your name was" Mrs. Thompson questioned, her voice revealed to be slightly excited as if the execution of Olivia appeared to be just another game of Monopoly.

     " I, um, my name?" Olivia stuttered, immediately regretting her words as soon as they slipped from her mouth.

" Yes your name..." Her voice seemed to become annoyed with even the slightest noise that escaped from Olivia's vocal chords.

     " Olivia Wilson"

     "Well you will find that in my classroom, seeing that we are a mix of all ages, there is no tolerance for misbehavior." Olivia merely nodded avoiding Mrs.Thompson's blazing brown eyes.The day rolled on through a lecture of the Punic wars and onto an attempted explanation of how to find the radius of a circle. As she pondered a long while, a smile of reflection creeping on her face as she realized her brother was an intermediary connecting herself to her heart, an obnoxious twirl rang throughout the school the symbol for all students to disperse to their homes. As everyone clambered to the door, Olivia sauntered outside, meeting her brother and mustering all of the elation she could to flash him a warm smile, genuinely appreciating his presence in her daily routine. With their newfound, yet deep association, and despite their age differences, they accomplished everything together. As Olivia and Matthew slowly strolled home, they exchanged a few kind words that helped strengthen the bond between them. As they neared the house, their affiliation suddenly became enlightened for they exchanged a few kind words then then completed their short walk, silently, and comfortable with each others presence. Their new and congruous actions have seeped from them and into the world, insignificant compared to the entire universe. When they reached the bland front door, a reciprocity, or an equality in rights, was created that afternoon. The next day, their collaboration was great for they had to get together in groups of two and create a boring project that was due at the end of the day. .As the school day slowly crawled to an end, they turned in their projects that they created right as the obnoxious school bell sang it's annoying song.