Paper Airplanes

7 years old

Will yawns and struggles to keep his eyes open. The teacher is writing some random stuff on the board...something about properties of addition or something like that. Whatever, he didn't give a damn.

Rustle Rustle

He looks over his shoulder and sees a head of unruly  red hair. He blinks once, then twice. Then he remembers. There's this weird new transfer student who transferred into his class when he was sick the other day (though he really wasn't sick, he just rubbed himself with strong mint oil until his temparature went up, then he started faking coughs and sneezes)

He clears his throat, "Ahem,"

The red-head ignores him.

So this time, he tugs on one of the red strands of her hair, and almost immediately, the owner of the red hair looks up, and he sees bright green eyes staring right at him. 

"What do you want?" She frowns.

He gestures vaguely to the paper that she was concentrating so hard on earlier, "What are you doing?"

She sniffs indignantly, and he notices the mud stains on her chin, and wonders for a brief moment if she was really a girl.

"Why do you care?" she asks.

"The teacher is discussing something," he says, raising a brow, "Aren't you gonna listen?"

She grins. Not a happy, friendly, grin, but a mischievous one, "And are you any better off? At least I wasn't sleeping,"

He turns bright red. Almost as red as her hair. He wonders why he can never stop looking at it. The vibrant redness of it almost always finds its way into his line of vision no matter how much he tries to focus it on her pale, mud-stained face. 

"I'm making paper airplanes," She finally says.

He raises a brow, "Paper airplanes...?"

She rolls her eyes, "Ya' know...those little folded paper thingys that you form into-"

"I know what you mean," He cuts off, "But why are you making 'em?"

Her face stretches into a wide grin. A pretty one. "Just wait and see!"

"Huh?" was his intelligent response.

She ignores him after that. He watches curiously as she folds it into a paper airplane. She pulls her hand back and throws it into the air. He watches it glide towards a boy in the front row.

The boy picks it up and stares blankly at it. Then he opens the letter and turns into a furious shade of red.

The red-head girl starts to roll around in her seat, laughing uncontrollably. 

Will looks back and forth between her and her poor victim, wondering what she wrote on the paper airplane. He asks her. She ignores him and tells him that it's a "girl thing".

Will is seven years old, and he already finds girls impossible.