Blue Sunflowers [discontinued]

06

     

S I X : i   d o n 't   c a r e

      She lost her breath when she forgot to study for an examination. For her, it was acceptable if it was identification, filling blanks, matching, but for heaven's sake it had to be problem solving . . . In Algebra 2.

      Mr. Smith assured her it was alright for she was new, but she couldn't just stay put so she asked for a solution. The blonde educator advised her to attend makeup hours, which was minutes after no bus will be allowed to travel.

     It was horrid to stay at school after they're released, but it was small sacrifice so it didn't bother her that much. She waited for him outside his room, standing there awkwardly by the door post. Her thoughts drifted back to Connie, he related with him about that breakfast issue. She bit her lip as she felt her heart get slowly crushed, but she held her ground in place. Crying in school is unacceptable.

     So much could happen even in one week, but with that so much, we forget as much. . .

      Last week, that tall dark man loomed at their previous home, carrying a knife. He had a sick smile on his face, his gums quite in a horrible condition. His hair was waved fairly, and his coat made him even mysterious. Beside him was a man Historia never knew was involved in her life, and he asked for her to stay with him. Her mother was protective just that instant, and the blonde girl felt love throb on her heart.

      She hoped for her mother's affection to continue still, but it dispersed as how a bubble pops.

     However, that night was a beautiful nightmare. She saw the possible true colors of her mother. Her eyes held this fire, fire that could burn any demon, just as how much a stunning woman she was. Alma's hair was a mess, ragged, but through the wilderness they ran, with scraped knees and scratched toes, their breathing fast and rapid, and survival their only thought.

     She was wiped from her thoughts as someone else stood near her. It was Ymir. The blonde fearfully looked up to her, but steadied her expression.

      Being tall and lanky, Ymir could possibly almost see Historia's chest and that made the blonde extremely paranoid, yet she kept her cool. Historia wasn't so sure why Ymir was there, and she wasn't feeling good about it either.

      She sighed internally, as the sands of time trickled like molten lead. Mr. Smith was an early bird, or eyebrow, as what the others say, and it was surprising enough when he gets late for just two minutes.

      Guess, it's her solo day with this tall, freckled, salty girl.

     "Oh, there you are ladies." Erwin smiled pleasantly. "Please do call me weirdo for forgetting where my room was."

     The two nodded grimly and found their way to several seats, which made Historia freak out because she picked out the same seat.

      "Uh . . . I'm sorry but I came here first. " The blonde was disappointed on how her own voice seemed to be just a squeak.

      Dang it.

      Ymir sneered. "But I held it first."

      There was some cold tension between the two girls, but luckily, their teacher didn't notice it.

      The small girl could feel the brunette, fierce and forceful, wherein she herself was a soft cloud, easily blown by wind, but today she was somehow stormy. Historia locked her royal blue eyes with those coffee ones, sparked with fury.