Where It All Began

Opposite Week

Uma groaned as she walked into school and realized what week it was. It was the week before the day she hated more than her dreaded day, which is more than anything. It was, she sighed in horror in her mind, Nice week. She pretend vomited as she saw a large poster saying just that displayed in the lunchroom. Nice week, was what it implied. You had to be nice to everyone, you could destroy anything inside or outside the school. There was no yelling or scowling allowed. You would actually get in trouble for being late to class. Any class that dealt with violence, was canceled for the week, meaning she didn't have her sword fighting class today. The worst part of the week wasn't being nice, it was that feelings were allowed. You can show all the emotion you wanted and not be teased for it. You heard right, feelings were allowed. And all this nasty sweetness lead to the second worst thing of it all, a formal dance. A formal dance that she didn't have to go to until now, because now she was old enough. Her grade level had to go to the dance or face the consequences of showing up. It was an evil on it's own.

Feelings were tolerated this week in order for people to feel comfortable asking someone to the dance. This was the week many girls love, it was the week they find out if someone secretly liked them or not. This was the gooey feelings week and Uma hated it, feelings weirded her out and she didn't know what to make of them.

Walking to her locker, not bumping into anyone like she usually does, and smiling at people, which she usually doesn't do. She prayed that the week ended soon. Looking up and seeing Desiree she smiled and waved, "Hey!"

"Hey!" Desiree smiled back, "It's the week, Uma! And this year we get to actually go to the ball!" Desiree smile grew.

Looking at Desiree in surprise, she said, "You're excited?" Not having seen her as a formal dance kind of girl her jaw dropped.

"Yeah? Who wouldn't be?" Desiree answered honestly. It was the one time of year she lived for. She loved not having to act mean or tough to get respect. She lived for the week she could let her guard down.

Looking at her, and knowing she can't judge her, Uma pasted a smile on her face and said, "I guess no one."

"Exactly! I really hope Jonas asks me to the ball!" Her eyes widened as she realized what she said and who she said it to.

For the second time today, Uma's jaw dropped again, "You like Jonas?!" She asked in disbelief.

"Maybe?" Desiree blushed and avoided eye contact.

"Huh," Uma said, "I guess I shouldn't really be surprised. You're always together."

"Yeah, anyways," wanting to change the subject she asked, "Do you think Harry will ask you?"

Uma almost snapped her neck when she turned to look at Desiree, "No? Why would he? How many time do I have to tell you? We are just friends." She didn't raise her voice, or say it angrily. She just said it.

"Well," Desiree shrugged, "This is the week of possibilities and relationships, so I wouldn't be sure in anything."

"Whatever you say, Desiree."

She waved bye to Desiree since her class was on the other side of the hallway. She turned and ran into Harry, "Hey, darling!" He said as he placed an arm around her.

"Hey Harry, Happy Nice Week." She said with a false smile on her face.

"Happy Nice Week Uma," He brought her closer to his side and leaned his head against hers.

"Whatcha doing, Harry?" Uma asked as she allowed him to get closer since she didn't mind it.

"Being nice Uma. What else?" He kissed the top of her hat, which Uma didn't notice.