"do you want to be my partner?" drew asks the last student he hasn't asked. he got the same response as the last 18, "i already have one."
drew shuffles back to the small desk in the darkest corner of the classroom. he watches as his fellow students get to know each other and giggle and have fun with paints until it's too much to bare. he lays his head down on the desk and shuts his eyes.
i'm in space. i'm running on saturn's rings like momma's workout machine. i'm so fast, but its too fast for me. im slipping... help! help m-
"okay class, our newest student finally made it. welcome abigail! abigail, you'll be andrew's partner. he's in the back over there," ms. drouillard says and leaves abigail at drew's desk. drew finally lifts his head, when he's sure ms. drouillard is gone, and sees a small girl with fiery red curls hanging down just below her shoulder blades, covered head to toe in freckles. she's sitting in a chair in front of him, frowning at the ground.
"hello. why are you mad?" drew asks the bright girl. "she called me abigail. i told her i like to be called abby," she sighs and crosses her arms. drew shakes his head, "my names andrew, but i like to be called drew. she did it to me too. dont worry. i'll call you abby." abby lifts her head and her olive eyes widen, "okay. and i'll call you drew!"
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blurry nights
General Fiction"my skin is dark as night, but you're the one with constellations across yours"
