Flowers From You

chapter twenty eight

Amoret.

Now.

When a snare is prepared for you by your opponent that is exactly placed on the exit, what do you do? The guard is like a black wolf encircling his territory and whoever dares to enter will be gashed and gloated.

I need to think.

Think, Amoret. THINK!

I tried to ruminate. Pondering all things to escape and to shun the guard. How about run through it? I don't want to sweat like a pig this time. How about cover up? I don't know. How about be with a horde of students? I don't see any getting out from the school.

I stooped on my seat, drooping my head from my neck. Laziness does wreck your confidence, you know? If there is just something big that'll block my face, and my hair.

I just wish I didn't have auburn hair from my mother that differs me from the crowd.

I sighed. I erected my head to see the lush surroundings around me until I saw Wyatt from afar, hands on his bag straps. His warm clay skin standout from the greenish yard and his big afro bounces along as he walked.

Then what I thought before summoned back in my mind, if there is just something big that'll block my face, and my hair. Light bulb lit up.

I scuttled my way to his, he whirled his head and saw me. "Oh hey, Amoret", and he gave me a wave. But when I was closer to him, I stumbled something on my way.

Thus, faltering my balance and is about to face an imminent fall when Wyatt captured my arm then assisted me on my stance.

I don't know what that thing is, but curse it! Luckily, Wyatt saved me from whacking my face on the ground. I mean, come on, I already have a freckled face around my cheeks and I don't want to add it with scabs and dirt.

"Are you alright?", Wyatt asked with worry in his tone, "Oh Amoret, next time don't scurry like that. There's nothing to hurry about".

I nodded small, and gasp for air. "Thanks for the advice but uh–", I hesitate. I chose my words not to offend or any. I don't want to say that I need him to help me get out from this damn school and from that damn guard.

Maybe he'll think that I'm just using him especially his big afro.

"But what?", he popped.

I beamed, "Can you join me for a stroll?". Looks like a half-lie, but hope it works.

"Like now?", he asked again, and I nodded.

He pouted his lips, pushing his bottom lip against the other. Just one sign that he's thinking of it, but then, one corner of his lips rose. "Sure", he replied, "Guess it won't hurt, right?".

And it just a spur of a moment, we begin treading our way to the exit.

It didn't surprise me that he'd say yes. Wyatt had a big heart. If compared him to Colbert, I'll vote for him the most for being kind and reliant. I don't know what molds him to be the person that he is now, but I know one thing.

He only had seven and half fingers.

Yeah. Crazy, right?

His left hand held an explosive thing that would wreck everything from his image. He touched a firecracker when he was ten, and of course, when it inevitably blasted, it burned him.

Literally, just like he told us.

He fainted from the pain and when he woke up, large wounds and burns covered one side of his body. He also got scars on one side of his face and neck. And his fingers? Two of his fingers, the thumb and index finger, were amputated and his middle finger was cut in half.