Miracle Girl

2

When Connie arrived at the lunch room, every table was filled to the brim, leaving only one table empty. It was very quiet, aside from the few girls that could never shut up. Surprisingly, it was the table he always sat at, so now he wouldn't be next to some jocks or someone annoying. Some people went as far as to sit on the stairs to the stage, though, usually people sat there but still. Connie made his way over to the table, only to freeze half way there. Sitting at the table was Evangelion Garrison. The girl was happily munching on a sandwich, a cute water bottle at her side along with her sketch book that looked practically unused.

'She must have gotten it before she started school.' Connie absentmindedly thought. Wait, why did he think that? The new girl's sketchbook was the least of his current problems. Instead, he put on a mean looking face and marched right on up to her, his hands balled in mad fists.

"Hey." He spoke to her, his voice louder then he intended. He actually spoke to her. The entire cafeteria filled with silence and a few hushed whispers. Connie felt embarrassed but continued on, "That's my seat." Okay, that wasn't true this school never believed in assigned seats, but maybe he could get her to move., seeing as she was new Instead, the girl shook her head and pointed over to a pretty convenient sign that read 'No assigned seats.' So Connie just sighed, in both embarrassment and annoyance. "Okay, then could you stop drawing in class, it's fucking distracting." She gaped at that.

Immediately after he said that she pulled out a sticky note and wrote on it. Everyone in the cafeteria returned to normal, nothing crazy happened, didn't matter. Though, Connie did hear his name being thrown around here and there. He turned back to her and she held out the sticky note.

'I am so so so so sorry! I didn't mean to distract you, I have the notes if you need them.'

He really did need them, but he wouldn't be that easy. "Pfft, I don't need your help, I'm going to sit allllll the way down there." He pointed to the opposite end of the table. "And don't bother me." He tossed her sticky note back to her and quickly made his way to the place he pointed to. Of course, this table was pretty half and half. One end of the table is still clean and polished, while the other end looks as though it had never been cleaned. The end he went to sit on happened to be the latter.

Connie begrudgingly ate his lunch, not without a few glances towards the girl though. After he finished, he went to throw away his food, on his way back, he saw the girl quickly leaving where his stuff was. He was about to yell before he noticed the sticky note. This time, it was on his backpack. A bright, neon green to his pitch black bag. He groaned in annoyance once again and picked up the note.

'Sorry for bugging you again, but I wanted to say, thank you!'

'Thank you? For what?' Connie thought to himself. He shrugged it off and played it as if it were just something weird about her. She was a weird girl.

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He headed back to class, now, even though Mr. Valentine is his math teacher. There aren't really that many teachers. So really, Mr. Valentine is his everything teacher. He teaches math, history, science, english, and social studies.

Now that it is english, the final class of the day, Mr. Valentine usually easy going, since he is technically supposed to be just a math teacher. Today, like many other things, he was different. He had a warm smile with a kind look in his eyes. He had changed his tie and it was now a bright blue with green polka dots.

Confused, Connie went to sit down, but not before glaring at the girl as she was now sitting in the seat in front of him.

"Hey, why'd you move?" He asked gruffly. He was a little curious, which is weird. She simply shrugged but gave him a nice smile. She grabbed her things and moved back to the seat next to him. "No that's no- ugh, whatever." He sighed as she gave a triumphant smile. He gave a small smile before realizing his mistake. He quickly frowned and turned to the teacher.

"Okay students!" Mr. Valentine exclaimed, he smiled brightly, and glanced around the room. Everyone looked gloomy and uninterested. He sighed but he smiled anyways. "I am going to hand out permission slips. We are going to the museum tomorrow!"

The class gave looks of bewilderment and confusion, Mr. Valentine had never done this before. Where did that colour come from, with his clothes and his attitude. Where did that sparkle in his eyes come from, or the softness of the smile he held? Who is this Mr. Valentine?

"Oh, uhm, Miss Garrison, could you help me pass these out?" Mr. Valentine asked politely. Connie turned to the girl and saw that she gave a double thumbs up with a bright smile. Suddenly, she pointed towards hims and tilted her head. "Him too? Hmm, I'm not so sure.." She frowned and grabbed Connie's arm, pulling him up and out of his seat. "Oh fine, fine. Just for you Miss Garrison." She smiled even wider and carefully dragged Connie up.

On the way, Connie heard whispers from the other students. Whispers of the two's relationship status, are they together, are they friends? He also heard things insulting the girl, things like, why hasn't she spoken? Just because she's new she thinks she's better, huh?

After passing out all the permission slips, the two kids sat back down, one content, the other embarrassed. Then the class went on as usual, though there were more jokes than the students were used to. Some students even actually laughed. That was an even bigger surprise, as some of the students left that day with bright smiles. Among those that weren't were Rikka Wong, the popular girl, Emmi Roland, the shy girl in the corner, and he himself, Connie Mythe.