Ruthanne Georgeson High

💎 •Long Lost Butch Friend•

She was swallowed up in the enormous, convoluting corridors, once again - like always.

Reasoning in her mind, she estimated a ten-year passage till she'll get acclimated to the whispering walls of Ruthanne Georgeson. They seem to have a personality of their own, too. Ominous and inviting, boxing in and freeing, holding secrets and snitching. All wrapped up in the intricate designs, rare artifacts and curls on the buildings, in the granite and gravel that went into them.

The blocks were as alive as the occupants in it. Right from the first person, the Headmistress, to the last - menial workers - everyone carried an attitude. If one came from a place of no distinguished value or background, the air about the school was soon to seep into one's blood. Hence why every Ruthanner was accorded some respect by the external world.

It was an entirely different treatment within the school, by the students.

A treatment secretive in the bounds of the establishment: poor students, especially those studying on scholarship, were held with utter disdain and depraved attitude. And Demi wasn't going to be an exception.

She perambulated the hallways, her mind seeking an out-of-view spot to read in peace, privacy. Adamma and the rest were in classes at another period, on a different time table.

Birds sang melodious tunes in the branches of over-bearing trees just on the other side of the bright partitions.
Despite its harsh divisions and rulings by the rich malevolent kids, the place still oozed with gentility a haven-like abode for archangels. It was charming, nuanced and crystal sparkling - lulling Demi. The fresh, ripen, sugary scents of fruits on plantations, too, and crackles of pressed excitement.

She allowed the sweetness entry, turning round and around curves, pillars and archways.

She saw a girl in the distance walking towards her, appearing strikingly familiar, but her spine stiffened all the same.

These people were demons, blood-sucking vampires and merciless. All one and the same. Well, maybe except for the white boy-Ren. He's the only one who's ever been natural to her and treated her sanely.

Demi contemplated her escape; it was hilarious. Running from a student? But, things are what they are, she anticipated their bad actions well. Her brain momentarily froze watching the plus-sized girl approach. She was beautiful and black; had long, wavy, brunette weave-on framing her face with a parting at the top side of her head, and she walked with a bounce.

Demi mused on her walking style and profiled the girl as a tomboy.

She was, in sneakers, albeit highly fashionable and a strip-like scarf round her hair. Two buttons on her shirt were undone and her tie, too, loosed. She came forward, finger pads working on her phone screen as Demi jubilated in her head when they walked past each other. Almost.

Then the girl's head flew up. "Demi?"

Demi craned her neck to the side, to acknowledge the girl and her eyes, shot out on recognizing her. "Funmi?"

"Oh my God!" Funmi exclaimed, shutting her phone screen's light and clamping the gadget in her hand. She moved towards Demi.

"It's you!" Demi gushed back, and they immersed each other in their embracing, wafting in the unique scents. Coconut butter, and Cherry.

"What are you doing here? How did you get here?" Funmi asked.

"I'm a student."

"A student? Seriously? Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm not! I swear. I'm a student, now. I came here on scholarship."

"Wow," said Funmi, shocked. "I can't believe this! Oh God - this is like the best thing so far to happen to me this month."