Yellow (Frankiana Version)

Eight

"Kiwi," Franki whined, wiggling out of Diana's arms and tapping the older girl on the shoulder. "Up, Kiwi, up." She nudged Diana's side and huffed.

Franki's fact lit up as soon as Diana's eyes fluttered open. "Kiwi! There is light, Kiwi!" She pointed to the window happily, showing the older girl that the sun had just made its way over the buildings around them. Yawning, Diana sat up and tried to recall what had happened the night before. What was today? Shit.

She had class in less than an hour.

"Thank you," she nodded to Franki and rolled out of bed, frantically digging through her drawers to find something presentable to wear. Franki sat quietly on the bed, observing as Diana changed into a pair of jeans and a light sweater.

"Isabella?!" Diana called, jogging across the hallway and into her bathroom. Franki followed closely behind her, standing in the doorway and watching as Diana put on a thin coat of makeup, trying to make herself seem more awake. "Huh?" Isabella peered her head out of her doorway. Jorge and Calli were already in class, and Isabella didn't have class until later that night. Diana got home from her classes around noon.

"I have class," Diana nodded in Isabella's direction before crossing the hallway and grabbing her backpack out of her room. Franki continued following her as she busily shoved her belongings into her bag. "So you have to watch Franki." Isabella just nodded, running a hand through her hair and following the other two girls downstairs. Diana grabbed her keys but paused just as she was about to open the door and leave. Franki was directly behind her, looking at her expectantly.

"You can't come with me," Diana raised an eyebrow at Franki. "You have to stay with Isabella."

"No," Franki shook her head.

"Yes, Franki, I have class," Diana tapped her foot impatiently.

"Yes," Franki nodded once, causing Diana to groan. She sent Isabella a pleading look, and the older girl grabbed Franki's arm.

"Mila, we can make pancakes for Diana when she gets back," she offered, nodding to Diana to leave while the girl was distracted. Diana mouthed a 'thank you' and slipped out the door, just in time to hear Franki whimper as the door shut.

Trying to shake off any guilt she had about leaving, Diana tossed her backpack into the passenger seat of the car and sped off down the street. The short drive to her school gave her time to think about everything that was going on with Franki. She didn't quite understand how she was becoming so attached to the girl.

Eventually, she arrived outside of the building. She realized she was five minutes late, mentally cursing herself for forgetting to set her alarm the night before. Diana had been too distracted by Franki.

She grabbed her backpack and jogged into the building, noticing her teacher had already begun teaching. Sighing, she opened the door slowly and felt everyone's eyes on her. Her teacher stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her.

She winced, knowing he was one of the strictest teachers in the school.

"Looks like you've finally decided to join us, Ms. Mackey," he nodded once at Diana, who stood quietly in the doorway. "I've already collected the pieces we had due, so please put yours in your folder and bring over an extra set of brushes for yourself."

Diana nodded quickly, thankful that she hadn't gotten in too much trouble. She was rarely late to class.

She jogged over to the back of the classroom, sliding her backpack into her hands and searching for the sketches she had made the night before. They were nowhere in sight.

"Shit," she huffed, bending down and digging further into her bag.

"Something wrong, Ms. Mackey?"