the rainbow effect (abandoned 💀)

act one, scene ii.

it was satisfying
watching as the penny sank to the checkered tiles
who knows,
maybe my wish will be a reality.

i sauntered throughout the buzzing hallway
busy and full of life
as i glanced at dozen of blank faces

teens:
we are like canvases
yearning for fresh art of our own.

i arrived at my homeroom
where a lady
old and frail and gentle
like a little witch in the woods
sits patiently at her desk.

it is just her and me.

her eyes turned to little crescents
and she smiled with light eyes
and kindness overflowing.

"looks like you're early," she noted. "come and take a seat."
she sounded like a witch as well.
a nice one, too.
not the witch that would eat you up,
but the tiny, yet omnipotent ones.

i sat in the far back corner
it had a window,
rain gently trickled across the panes.

it is ghost quiet in the corner.
i can see everything, everyone.
watch as they giggle
and be the relentlessly reckless youth we are bound to be.

and i sat there
immersed in my own thoughts
the bell ringing
dragged me out of my pool of thoughts by the underarms
and tossed me back into the world again.

my teacher called for attention, and we all looked up at her.
she straightened her shirt and light hair.
"welcome to the first day of school," she said, cheery.

fake cheery, to be precise.
she had a weight in her voice
that couldn't exactly be pinpointed
something
is holding her back.
perchance
she did not want to be a teacher.

she droned on and on,
calling on names
i grew weary and restless
so my eyes wandered, glancing at many of my peers

my eyes, however,
landed on that girl from the sidewalk
with light hair
and a voice like
thunder.
she sat in the back of me.

thunder girl,
i 'll call her,
slightly smirking to myself.
i really am hilarious.

i bet thunder girl is fit to be a lawyer. i've known her before. she's bossy and argumentative. a total leader, i'd say. or dictator. maybe it's the storm in her eyes, that made her very... "out there." thunder girl also looks like a person of great success. perhaps it's the way she carried herself, haughty and buoyant, floating above everybody else. thunder girl would get married and have that white picket fence. with two, maybe three children. it's only a matter of time until—

"theo miller?"
and i broke from my reverie.
my foolish, little assumptions.
i cleared my throat. "here."

the teacher looked at me, and held a small sheet of paper.
"this is a summons."
i stood up in front of the class
i could feel my peers' laser eyes
heating up my face.

i snatched the scrap of paper and left.