This story focuses on Rosy the Rascal and her conflict with a green pineapple. I am going to try not to stray from this topic by accidentally studying other characters and relationships (though I'll have to admit that Shadow and Rouge and Shadow and...
It was August 24th, 2018, a Friday, and Honest wished she weren't there, naturally. She felt this way every Friday-- as if the day were only a half-day, and that at any moment she would be allowed to go back home and collapse on the couch. But, of course, that wasn't what she would be doing. Instead of going straight home, she would be forced to work at the cafe. Then, afterwards, Honest had like four different song cover requests to work on. Some little kid was obsessed with two singers, and she wanted Honest to cover three songs with them. Two required MikuMikuDance videos. She was tackling them one at a time rather than all at once, but it still required multiple hours of work straight. If time grew on trees, Honest would have had those trees plucked bare by now. The fourth request Honest only felt inclined to fulfill because their comment had been "you need to redo this because it's awesome!". How was she supposed to turn down a request when it was attached to a compliment like that?
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Anyway, it wasn't even lunch yet, but Honest was already up and circling the room. The teacher nor any of the students dared to tell her to sit down. There was a constant cloud of steam around her head as she paced. When the bell rang, she merely redirected herself out the door and to the room right nearby.
Two years ago, Honest remembered walking into the room she was coming out of just as Jet walked through the door into the room she was walking into now. How simple life had felt then. She had no responsibilities, one goal, and numerous blessings. Nowadays, it took almost all her strength just to make it to lunch without passing out from exhaustion.
Honest sat in fifth period 12th grade English with her arms stretched out across the table, grasping the other side. The cool wood did little to wake her up. In fact, Honest's eyes were drooping as she sat there. She wasn't sleepy. She was just worn-out feeling. She imagined herself sitting in front of her computer, the curtains open just enough to let one beam of light hit her room, mixing audio tracks while stuffing her face full of cheap tomato soup she had got for 2 rings per can.
This year, Ms. Vanilla was forcing everyone to read a book, and Honest decided to bring a book from home to read. At the beginning of ninth grade, Honest had checked out a book from the library. She read like two pages of it before losing it. She had to pay fifteen dollars for it. It was some dumb book about dragons and mythical creatures and yada yada yada. Honest was only reading it for a grade in class. The problem with this, though, was that she was expected to read the whole thing in only three weeks. The last time she had dared to read a book, it had taken her eight months, and she was still unable to finish it before her library card was confiscated. Ever since she lost the dragon book, Honest hadn't stepped back into the library for fear that the librarian might kick her out. Every time the beaver that operated the library saw her at school, he would turn up his nose-- but then again, maybe he only did that because he disapproved of her grammar. Either way, the library was off limits to her. Certain periods of the day, however, the fastidious beaver would be out on lunch break or whatever. Those times Honest would use if she needed to borrow a computer or read an encyclopedia as she tended to do.
