"Wake up! Hey! Shortie!" I hazily open my eyes to see someone shaking me. I squint a little, before I realize that I had fallen asleep on the bus. The boy shaking me stood up straight again, grabbing my wrist and pulling me upwards.
"H-hey! Watch it, Mr.Anger-and-hormones!" I shouted, the bus driver looking at me. We were already at the school, and the last kid was just getting off.
"What did I tell you about calling me that?" The boy replied, as we walked off the bus. This boy, Nori, was 15. You would think, the hell is a 10 and 15 year old doing in the same school?
Long story short, my school goes from K-12. Ew.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes, adjusting my backpack. We walk into the school building, where we separate, Nori walking into the cafeteria, and I went into the hall. I took a deep breath, looking at all the kids in my hall. The mix of, you know, basics, fuckboys, nerds, emos, artists, the usual groups. Then there were the 'outcasts' god did I hate that label. Me, Suki, Nori, and..Clara. Clara was..odd, to put it simply. She always wore fancy attire, not like a dress and heels, no, she'd wear a suit? She was always so sophisticated, as if she never wanted to have fun, if she even knew what it was. I can describe Nori in one word, too; edgy. Suki, holy hell. I love her. Have I told her? Uhm, no. Not yet.
Yet.
I walk down the hall, to the very end, where I see Clara, and.. her. I sit down beside Suki, not necessarily wanting to sit next to Clara. I like her, don't get me wrong, she's just a little mean from time to time.
Suki looks at me, fidgeting with a pen in her hands, "Morning, Syra." She says in a gentle and soft voice. I smile broadly, genuinely happy to be around her.
"Mornin'!" I exclaim. Clara leans forward to look at me, cringing a little.
"You're so energetic." She said.
"That's because I'm ten!" I reply to the 12-year old. Our friend group defiantly varied in ages. 8, 10, 12, 15.
Uh,
Yeah.
"That's not an excuse to be so hyper like that." Clara shoots a glare at me.
"Well, okay! Fine then!" I cross my arms. "Oh, look at me, I'm so fancy and cool, blah blah blah." I mock, looking away from her, sitting back against the wall. That's when I notice Suki looking down.
Not a surprise.
"A-ah, Suki, I'm sorry- uhm.." I hesitate.
"No, no. It's okay. I'm just.." she trailed off for a moment, yawning quietly. "Tired.." her voice was so..airy, somehow. Suddenly, she leaned onto my shoulder, dozing off a little. I stare for a moment, before looking away, covering my face with my hands, becoming a blushing mess. Why is something as simple as this making me so flustered?! I take another breath, letting out a sigh, and I look back at Suki.
"Someone's in loooooooove!~" a voice taunts.
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A Small Start
RomanceSuki is an 8 year old girl who would rather sit in an empty room for a week than talk to someone for more than 5 minutes. That is, until she gets put in a combined class that she would have to be in for the next two years, where she meets someone wh...
