Beautifully Broken (in editing)

Chapter 6

The weekend was blissfully uneventful. All I did was laze around, study occaisionally. Every now and then, I wished things picked up a little and my social life would suddenly burst into existence, but then again, sometimes the silence and serenety of doing absolutely nothing was nice.

Okay, who am I kidding? I was bored to tears, waiting anxiously for Monday to come. I didn't want to admit it, but I was starting to like the way school went these days.

It seemed more fun somehow. There was always some joke or funny story to look forward to when Hayden was around. Just seeing his face made the day better and I wouldn't be able to help but smile. Something about him was just so infuriating and so....good, at the same time.

As soon as the week started, a few different things happened. One of those things was, well, I made my first friend.

Which sounds really embarassing, now that I think about it. Excuse me for not being a people person, okay.

I sat in my usual corner seat in the old art room, the musky scent of wet clay making the air feel heavy and dusty as some of the younger students worked on the actual assignment for once, shaping clay pots out of clumps of gray goop.

The noise of the chair beside me screeching across the floor easily caught my attention and I glanced up, pushing my long strands of dark hair away from my eyes.

IIt was a small girl, probably barely five feet tall, and very petite. She was sitting beside me, clutching a sketch book of her own in her dainty hands, staring down at the small bird I'd drawn out on my paper in awe. I tried not to look too surprised at her precense.

"Wow, that's amazing. I, like, totally suck!" She laughed, motioning to her poorly drawn and sort of lopsided.....was that a tree? I wasn't sure. I turned my head, trying to peice together what exactly I was looking at.

"See? I told you I suck. I'm Dani, by the way." She stuck out a hand, adorned with a ton of bracelets and rings. Each fingernail was painted a different color. Hesitantly, I put my hand into hers and shook.

"I'm Delilah." I replied softly.

"That's a pretty name. Unique. I like it." She seemed to think about it for a second before nodding, as if agreeing with herself. Her blonde curls bobbed, streaked with a rainbow of colors.

This girl, if anything, was definitely different. And I'm not just talking about her attitude, no. She wore a long, floor length electric blue skirt, splattered with different hues of purple and blue paints, and a black and white striped t-shirt. She was slight, and had a pretty, thin face, very pale with an intense blur of black liner around her eyes.

"You're the quiet type huh? That's cool. My friends say I talk enough for two people, so I can talk for the both of us." She babbled cheerfully, slashing her pencil across her drawing in a thick dark line.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry. I'm not really used to talking to people I guess. But, uh, why are you taking an art class if you don't like it?" I scrambled for small talk, my voice hitching in weird places. I tried to ignore the awkward gap in between my question and her answer.

"Well, okay, so, I was taking band right? Right. And I was failing horribly, like, you don't even understand how awful I am at playing a trumpet. It was bad. So, I though 'hey, Art sounds easy, let's take that!', and hey, what do you know, I'm totally failing at this crap too!" She huffed, taking a deep breath at the end.

She'd been talking so fast, I barely had time to register what she said. But, when I finally did get it, I started to laugh.

I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. I was getting a couple of weird stares, but Dani laughed too, so I decided 'Who cares what anyone thinks? I'm having fun'. And after we'd finished laughing like a bunch of idiots, we talked. Well, she talked.