Honesty is the Best Policy! {w/Rosy}

Chapter 16: Approximates Repel

After a pretty boring Monday, all the coffee Honest had been drinking in the past six months had finally caught up to her, resulting in an undesirable effect-- sickness. She missed Tuesday and, although she was at home, she didn't get anything done YouTube-wise due to how bad she had felt. Now it was Wednesday, and Honest was sitting at an empty table in the art room with her head down, radiating bad energy.

Dina prodded her with her finger. "Honest?"

She responded by stretching out her arms and sighing.

"You don't think her sickness is returning, do you?" Dina asked someone to their left.

Suddenly, a source of dark energy far more powerful than her own approached them and said in a voice lacking any warmth, "I would feel her forehead, but I can't feel."



Honest was suddenly at the other side of the table. Dina hadn't even seen her get up, much less move. "I'm fine," she said, her voice muffled partly by the table and partly by her arm. "I feel at least twenty times better than I did yesterday."

Honest thought maybe she had fallen asleep because suddenly she looked up and Dina was standing by the door, all ready to go. "Hey, come on. It's time to go."

Honest didn't remember hearing any sort of alarm from either of their phones. "But I didn't hear your alarm."

"It went off a while ago," Dina told her, concerned. "If you didn't hear it, you must be in worse shape than I had thought."

As they were walking down the sidewalk, Honest told her that she would've come yesterday, but she might've died if she tried.

Dina just laughed. "Alright, have a good day, and don't die!"

When Honest was entering the building containing her first class, she suddenly felt ill. Maybe she was forcing herself to do too much too soon. If so, maybe sitting in a classroom would be just the amount of inactivity she needed.

However, since the teacher had only given them enough work for two days but had given them a week to work on it, all Honest could do was work on her story. Sure she was sitting still in a chair, but her fingers, hands, wrists, and arms were moving like lightning as she tried to describe her morning as quickly and as eloquently as possible. She felt her own forehead. Maybe she should've had someone else feel it other than the embodiment of darkness because it was definitely very hot.

On the way to second period, Honest felt as if she were trudging through a blizzard. The wind was so cold and icy that when she had arrived at the classroom, Honest had to sit there and puff warm air on her hands to thaw them out enough to be able to type.

Honest felt very claustrophobic as she typed a certain segment of IWGSR. It took place in a small, crowded club room, and Scourge was having long, drawn-out conversations with a very windy girl who happened to despise him and only was putting up with him because she wanted him to like her enough to have her be part of his monarchy. However, Scourge was beginning to doubt he even wanted a monarchy.



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Later, Honest enjoyed a fairly calm lunch. As soon as the clock at the far end of the cafeteria showed "11:27", the orange and cream-colored cat made her way towards the exit.

However, as she was nearly out of the cafeteria, she couldn't help but notice that Rosy was standing near the doors against a wall with her phone.

Honest saw her and immediately brightened up. "Rosy!"