YOUR DAISY

Chapter 2

Author's Notes: I've published a new collection of stories and the first one is up! I hope you like them, and as always leave feedbacks if you want, I really appreciate all of them. Lastly, I hope you like this new chapter! Love you ♡

The inspiration rains down upon her brain on a cloudy day. The grey, dark and soft clouds floating above the school are threatening, and cover most of the sun's hot rays. Taylor was perched against one of the marble columns, which enclosed the delicate green grass of the courtyard. Her hands were holding her old leather journal, words and notes and poems scribbled on its yellowish pages. Her stare was lost in the infinite distance of the covered sky.

The pen her mother gifted her with years ago was between her index and middle finger, tracing mindlessly across the bottom of the blank paper. Some pupils were outside, the rest were inside, too scared to face the cold temperatures of autumn.

Taylor finally looked down at the book staring back at her, begging her to be filled with her wonderful words and lyrics. She pursed her lips into a small frown, dragging the palm of her left hand up and down her crossed legs in order to flatten her wrinkled blue uniform.

"Darling, what are you doing out here? Aren't you cold?"

Tilting her chin upwards, she came face to face with the worried gaze of sister Catherine. She let a kind smile grace her soft features, trying to soothe the nun's concerns. "I'm not cold, sister. It's lovely out here," she replied gently. "You can take a seat, if you want,"

"No, sweetheart. I have things to do, I just wanted to check on you," Catherine said softly, placing her hand onto Taylor's. When the sister was about to turn around and go back inside the school, however, a lightning illuminated both of their faces. A loud thunder followed seconds later, before it started raining heavily. "Guess we'll both get back inside," the nun joked with an amused smile, even though her whole body language told the blonde that she needed to hurry and follow her.

Taylor stood up hurriedly, her book falling onto the ground when a deafening thunder echoed throughout the atmosphere. However, before she could crouch and pick it up, long fingers wrapped around the journal before hers did. When she looked up, jade green eyes illuminated by the white lightning were all that she saw. She hadn't heard footsteps running her way, so she was rather surprised when someone else had done her the favor to pick her book up from the soil ground.

"Karlie?" the name slipped out of her mouth before sister Catherine yelled over the rain's noise.

"Come on, girls, we need to go inside, it's raining cats and dogs!" she urged, already on the doorstep. Simultaneously, the two young girls nodded before hurrying inside. Pupils were looking outside the window, their hands pressed against the clear glass, their eyes widened. Chatter begins to overpower the noise of the storm outside as Taylor stood beside the tall lanky girl.

"Is your journal ruined?"

The blonde looked up at the question, serious green eyes staring down at her smaller figure. Taylor blushed profusely. "Um, no, it's not. Thank you for picking it up for me," her voice was wavering onto the atmosphere as it reached the other girl's ears.

"Don't worry. I thought you looked frightened by that thunder so I wanted to do you a favor," Karlie replied with a soft smile. Taylor nodded, averting her eyes from the intense gaze of those jade green eyes. Even though Taylor was not looking, she knew that Karlie's stare was still on her. A silence settles between them, as they both look at the storm unfolding outside of their school, some uninterested scholars walking away to do better things, such as reading and studying.

"So. Are you new here?" Karlie spoke up, turning her body slightly so it would face the other blonde. "I've never seen you around,"

"No, I'm not," Taylor replied kindly, her hands tied behind her back as she directed her whole attention to the taller girl. "I've been here for five years, actually. I'm 19."

Karlie's eyes widened. "Five years are a lot. Don't you miss your family, though? I've been here for three years and I miss my sister so much,"

The smaller girl's aura darkened terribly at the mention of her family. Not wanting to open up too much, she shrugged and avoided the question effortlessly. Karlie seemed to understand that it was a sensitive subject, and decided to shut her mouth for the rest of their time together. Taylor felt guilty; the other girl was just trying to start a conversation, to knew her better, after all, but did Taylor really wanted to make new friends? In the end, all the people she loved or cared about always ended up leaving her. She was tired of feeling hurt, of feeling that aching emptiness inside her chest everytime someone left her. The wound that decorated the left part of her heart, which was her mother's death, was still healing after all this time. She wasn't sure if it could heal properly, one day.

"Um, I have to go. It was nice talking to you, Taylor,"

There's disappointment in her voice, and the guilt inside of her grew even more, to such an extent that she called out the other girl's name frantically. "Karlie, wait!" she exclaimed, embarassed when a few pupils around them looked their way curiously.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" Taylor struggled for words. "You don't have to worry. I understand if your family is a sensitive subject to talk about, you don't need to tell me about them. We're not even friends," Karlie said, the bittersweet tone present in her voice.

"I want to,"

"You want what?"

Will you ever start making real sentences? "I want to be your friend," she replied. "I mean, if you want to, of course," she added swiftly, when all she got from the other girl was a deafening silence.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yes. Let's be friends," Karlie smiled. Taylor's lips parted slightly into a wide and bright smile. She never expected to hear such a positive response from the taller girl. "I have to go now. I hope to see you at dinner," she said, before waving and turning around to exit the hallway.

When she returned to her dorm that evening, she laid on her bed and wrote about a dark little paradise, excited to meet her new friend for dinner.