Few To Many Flowers

Chapter One

Sry for the short chapter. When I first started writing this I was headed in a whole entire different direction but then decided it would be too hard for me to explain in a non-complicated way. Anyhow, I'm pretty happy with what I ended up with. I'm welcome to any feedback or criticism.

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"Please take your seats. The bell will ring shortly!" Everyone snapped forward, mouths zipping shut faster than the speed of light, and hands in laps.

"Good, good, looks like we've finally got this down!" Mr. Zye applauded, his eyes squinting tightly with over excitement.

Everyone in class nodded, smiling up at are the teacher. Mr. Zye was a well-respected man. Within the community, school, and even people my age.

Mr. Zye smiled once more at us all before turning towards the chalkboard behind him. His dark curls flew with him, and I laughed remembering the days that he had pulled the mess up into what he called a man bun. Even though it looked more like octopus tentacles reaching out for help.

"So today we will be talking about the war. Does anyone remember it's official name?" Most everyone just called it "the war" as almost nothing before it historically or material wise survived.

The girl next to me raised her hand. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes that looked like glass, empty. "Yes, Alice?" Mr. Zye said, looking impressed that the usually quiet girl had raised her hand.

"The Finis War..." Alice muttered quietly, staring down at her desk, hands twitching nervously.

"Huh?" Some of the students from the back row muttered.

I looked over at Alice, her hands now started to shake frantically, and even from where I sat I could tell her breathing had spe up as if she had just ran a marathon.

Mr. Zye frowned, looked at Alice and pointed his head towards the door before speaking, "Yes, glad someone remembered! The Finis War." Mr. Zye repeated the name so the kids in the back could hear.

Alice soon jumped from her seat, green bag draped on one shoulder and walked out. Everyone continued to write in their journals as if not noticing her sudden exit. I blinked a few times before ignoring it myself and returning to my note-taking.