1 original: Fragment X
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amorphousTitle: Fragment X
Rating: G
Author's Note: Another "fragment". I've had a bad day - and a busy one - so this still counts!
Heading straight toward her was her former best friend, and she was mad. She didn't even walk toward her; she marched. Glancing around her shiftily, she wondered if she could disappear. She didn't know what she could have done, but she didn't feel like finding out.
Too late.
Her former friend stood in front of her, glowering. Before she even spoke, her hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Come on." Her former friend tugged her, pulling her through the chaotic halls where no one noticed that she wasn't exactly going willingly. Not that anyone would mess with the girl in church the way she dressed these days. Her former friend was the subject of so many new rumors and stories, she just failed to keep up.
A long black skirt, skin-tight black spaghetti-strap tank top, a sweater that looked like she had got it from her mother's closet just to hide her arms, and black boots that were laced up to her need was her former friend's choice of clothing today. Finally, when they had reached the door leading to the little bit of grass behind the school, the girl in black let go of her arm. It stung a bit from the forceful pulling, but she didn't complain.
"Can I help you?"
Her former friend turned to look at her as she pushed the door open with her back. "Come on," she repeated. She rolled her eyes, wanting to tell her no. But something in her friend's dark brown eyes stopped her. They were sad; they weren't angry.
She followed, decided to brave another question. "What's with the get-up?"
"What?" the friend turned away to look in her bag.
"Yeah. Are you now a…" She paused. With her former friend not mad she didn't want to offend her. "Black enthusiast?" she finished uncertainly.
The girl shrugged in answer. "We haven't done the laundry in a couple of days."
Rolling her eyes again, she said, "But you've been wearing black for a couple of days."
"Look, what does my clothes matter?" Her former friend swung around at her, looking furious. But still… the sadness halted her. She was still sad. Angry now, but sad still.
"What do you want?" she asked, crossing her arms in a defiant gesture. The girl found what she was looking for: cigarettes and a lighter. She put one to her lips, but the other girl grabbed her black clothed arm to stop her from lighting it. "Hello! You could get expelled. You could get me expelled by association."
The girl in black dropped her arm, her cigarette and lighter falling to her side. "Oh right. School."
Feeling like she had one some weird battle, the girl pressed on. "What do you want?"
"I wanted to… to talk."
"You haven't talked to me – let alone wanted to talk to me – in ages. What's with this new… development?"
"Don't want to talk?" her former friend said, angry. What was with her mood swings anyway? She put the cigarette back to her mouth.
"I'm not going to talk to you until you put those away."
"What? They are just cigarettes."
"And illegal for people our age and we are on school grounds. I won't stick around until you get caught." Automatically, her hand reached to pull the door open and escape inside.
The girl in black sighed heavily. "Fine." With what looked like took great effort, she crammed the cigarettes and lighter back in her bag for she turned to the girl again. "Better?"
"Yes," the girl said weakly, dropping her hand from the door. "Now, what do you want?"
"To talk."
"About what?"
"Life, friends, classes…"
"New illegal habits? Or maybe your new choice of clothes?"
"Come on! I'm allowed to where what I want."
"True, but I'm allowed to be worried when you all the sudden change yourself, and then ditch me."
"I didn't ditch you. I was busy!"
"Busy ditching me you mean."
"Ha ha."
"I'm not laughing."
"How's your brother?"
The change of topic jarred her for a moment. "Alive and well."
"And…" the girl in black prompted, meeting her gaze head on.
"Wears all black," the girl whispered meekly.
"So, it's not just delinquents who do."
"I never called you a delinquent!" She decided not to add that her brother was, in her opinion, a delinquent.
"I'm actually been hanging with your brother a lot."
The girl choked on air. "No. Please tell me you and my not-so-alike twin did not… hook up!"
"We did. Then he dropped me!" the girl spat out, explaining the sadness in her eyes. And why she had been avoiding her. Of course, if she was with her twin she'd have to avoid is annoyingly standardized sister.
"No one ever said he had good taste," the girl found herself muttering, looking up at the girl in black's eyes and smile spread across both their faces.
Rating: G
Author's Note: Another "fragment". I've had a bad day - and a busy one - so this still counts!
Heading straight toward her was her former best friend, and she was mad. She didn't even walk toward her; she marched. Glancing around her shiftily, she wondered if she could disappear. She didn't know what she could have done, but she didn't feel like finding out.
Too late.
Her former friend stood in front of her, glowering. Before she even spoke, her hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Come on." Her former friend tugged her, pulling her through the chaotic halls where no one noticed that she wasn't exactly going willingly. Not that anyone would mess with the girl in church the way she dressed these days. Her former friend was the subject of so many new rumors and stories, she just failed to keep up.
A long black skirt, skin-tight black spaghetti-strap tank top, a sweater that looked like she had got it from her mother's closet just to hide her arms, and black boots that were laced up to her need was her former friend's choice of clothing today. Finally, when they had reached the door leading to the little bit of grass behind the school, the girl in black let go of her arm. It stung a bit from the forceful pulling, but she didn't complain.
"Can I help you?"
Her former friend turned to look at her as she pushed the door open with her back. "Come on," she repeated. She rolled her eyes, wanting to tell her no. But something in her friend's dark brown eyes stopped her. They were sad; they weren't angry.
She followed, decided to brave another question. "What's with the get-up?"
"What?" the friend turned away to look in her bag.
"Yeah. Are you now a…" She paused. With her former friend not mad she didn't want to offend her. "Black enthusiast?" she finished uncertainly.
The girl shrugged in answer. "We haven't done the laundry in a couple of days."
Rolling her eyes again, she said, "But you've been wearing black for a couple of days."
"Look, what does my clothes matter?" Her former friend swung around at her, looking furious. But still… the sadness halted her. She was still sad. Angry now, but sad still.
"What do you want?" she asked, crossing her arms in a defiant gesture. The girl found what she was looking for: cigarettes and a lighter. She put one to her lips, but the other girl grabbed her black clothed arm to stop her from lighting it. "Hello! You could get expelled. You could get me expelled by association."
The girl in black dropped her arm, her cigarette and lighter falling to her side. "Oh right. School."
Feeling like she had one some weird battle, the girl pressed on. "What do you want?"
"I wanted to… to talk."
"You haven't talked to me – let alone wanted to talk to me – in ages. What's with this new… development?"
"Don't want to talk?" her former friend said, angry. What was with her mood swings anyway? She put the cigarette back to her mouth.
"I'm not going to talk to you until you put those away."
"What? They are just cigarettes."
"And illegal for people our age and we are on school grounds. I won't stick around until you get caught." Automatically, her hand reached to pull the door open and escape inside.
The girl in black sighed heavily. "Fine." With what looked like took great effort, she crammed the cigarettes and lighter back in her bag for she turned to the girl again. "Better?"
"Yes," the girl said weakly, dropping her hand from the door. "Now, what do you want?"
"To talk."
"About what?"
"Life, friends, classes…"
"New illegal habits? Or maybe your new choice of clothes?"
"Come on! I'm allowed to where what I want."
"True, but I'm allowed to be worried when you all the sudden change yourself, and then ditch me."
"I didn't ditch you. I was busy!"
"Busy ditching me you mean."
"Ha ha."
"I'm not laughing."
"How's your brother?"
The change of topic jarred her for a moment. "Alive and well."
"And…" the girl in black prompted, meeting her gaze head on.
"Wears all black," the girl whispered meekly.
"So, it's not just delinquents who do."
"I never called you a delinquent!" She decided not to add that her brother was, in her opinion, a delinquent.
"I'm actually been hanging with your brother a lot."
The girl choked on air. "No. Please tell me you and my not-so-alike twin did not… hook up!"
"We did. Then he dropped me!" the girl spat out, explaining the sadness in her eyes. And why she had been avoiding her. Of course, if she was with her twin she'd have to avoid is annoyingly standardized sister.
"No one ever said he had good taste," the girl found herself muttering, looking up at the girl in black's eyes and smile spread across both their faces.
