She sat in the deserted classroom, procrastinating cleaning up. The broom laid still on the ground, a small pile of dust beside it. She yawned, stretching her arms out on the desk in front of her. Her hair sprawled out.
"Found you." She sat up, looking around frantically for the owner of the voice. She turned around, twisting her torso in the seat.
"Oh. You." A mix of emotions set into her face, ranging from disappointment to almost rage- to guilt, even. "What do you mean, found me? I haven't been playing hide-and-seek, you know."
The dark-skinned boy sat in the empty desk beside her. He was just her height, and the same age as her."Yes, you have. We haven't talked in ages. You ignore my messages, block all my calls- I'm worried about you." His face was concerned as he reached towards her.
"We met on Sunday- you can't deny that." She looked at him, avoiding his eye. "We talked." She counted the buttons on his stainless white shirt. Seven.
"No- I saw you. You didn't see me. I talked to you. You ignored me." The boy frowned slightly, creasing his forehead. "Will you talk to me now?"
"We are talking."
"Again- I'm talking. You're just dodging the question."
"Which is?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you avoiding me? Will you have an honest conversation with me?" He reached towards her again. "I just want to take care of you!"
The girl stood up. "I-I'll meet you later. At my house, okay? I- I have to clean up." She bent down to pick up the broom, but found it already in his hands. He gently handed it to her. "I promise."
The boy shrugged. "We can talk now, but you're busy, apparently." He frowned, quiet dissapointment on his face. "Promises are just words on strings- it's what you do with them that matters." He met her eye. "Will you meet me?"
But she turned away, flushing, to avoid his glance. "I told you, I will!" She swept up under a desk. "Just leave me alone right now, okay?"
"As long as you meet me. That will make me happy." His voice grew softer, fading into a wisp. She turned towards him suddenly, but he was gone. The classroom was empty- again.
The End.
"Found you." She sat up, looking around frantically for the owner of the voice. She turned around, twisting her torso in the seat.
"Oh. You." A mix of emotions set into her face, ranging from disappointment to almost rage- to guilt, even. "What do you mean, found me? I haven't been playing hide-and-seek, you know."
The dark-skinned boy sat in the empty desk beside her. He was just her height, and the same age as her."Yes, you have. We haven't talked in ages. You ignore my messages, block all my calls- I'm worried about you." His face was concerned as he reached towards her.
"We met on Sunday- you can't deny that." She looked at him, avoiding his eye. "We talked." She counted the buttons on his stainless white shirt. Seven.
"No- I saw you. You didn't see me. I talked to you. You ignored me." The boy frowned slightly, creasing his forehead. "Will you talk to me now?"
"We are talking."
"Again- I'm talking. You're just dodging the question."
"Which is?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you avoiding me? Will you have an honest conversation with me?" He reached towards her again. "I just want to take care of you!"
The girl stood up. "I-I'll meet you later. At my house, okay? I- I have to clean up." She bent down to pick up the broom, but found it already in his hands. He gently handed it to her. "I promise."
The boy shrugged. "We can talk now, but you're busy, apparently." He frowned, quiet dissapointment on his face. "Promises are just words on strings- it's what you do with them that matters." He met her eye. "Will you meet me?"
But she turned away, flushing, to avoid his glance. "I told you, I will!" She swept up under a desk. "Just leave me alone right now, okay?"
"As long as you meet me. That will make me happy." His voice grew softer, fading into a wisp. She turned towards him suddenly, but he was gone. The classroom was empty- again.
The End.
