Visibly Yours

Millie

Lunch.

The cafeteria smells like stale chicken and the food looks like it should be served to a dog.

For Millie, slipping past the crowds along the wall unseen, it looks like a feeding hole.

The animalistic populars, the lions of the kingdom congregate at the table on the stage.

Literally sitting above everyone else.

They aren't supposed to but when you're part of the elite and your parents basically own the city, you have certain perks.

Millie slips out of the lunchroom undetected and heads down the hall to the art room.

Ms. Sparks is leaving the room as she reaches the door.

"Good afternoon Ms. Millie! How was your summer?" Her thick curly black hair is pulled up into a high ponytail but still falls past her shoulders. Her smooth mocha skin pulls tightly as she smiles widely at her favorite student.

"It was fine." Millie whispers quietly.

Ms. Spark smirks and cracks the art room door.

"You know the drill, lights off and duck if someone walks past." She winks as she heads down the hall, her flowey black dress flapping in the her wake.
Inside the art room, Millie relaxes. Away from everyone's eyes she can be herself.

She throws her flannel to the side and turns on Ms. Spark's speaker.

Artic Monkey's spills out of the speaker.

She pulls a tarp off of the canvas she was working on when she left for the summer.

The guitar strikes as her brush slashes across the canvas. As she paints she starts dancing, or flailing her body around more like.

She is so engrossed that she doesn't hear the door behind her open.

A sharp giggle pulls her out of her trance and she turns to see Santana's tan face.

She sees her straight white teeth smiling at her and trips into her canvas knocking it and herself to the floor.

The loud guitar and drums still loudly filling the room.

"Why is it whenever I come around you end up on the ground?" Santana takes Millie's hand in hers and gives her a pull.

She slips on some spilled paint and falls to the floor too.