As she and her brother finally arrived at school, both panting and gasping for breath, Kiara spotted Sam out of the corner of her eye and immediately took off again, though her muscles were screaming for oxygen. "Sam! Sam! Saaaaaaam!" she called to him, stopping only when she saw his head turn to see her running towards him.
"What's up?" he asked, his face clearly full of confusion.
Kiara cracked an apologetic smile, not saying anything for awhile, catching her breath. "Sorry. But have you heard? There was another protest this morning!" she exclaimed, her face falling into a scowl as she recalled the events on the television.
Sam's face fell as well, soon after. He sympathized with her, he really did. But he just didn't feel as strongly as she did about the new law. But it wasn't like he was against the law, either. In fact, he didn't really care about the law.
Caelia glanced up, hearing shouting, but quickly looked back down. Just high schoolers being high schoolers. But she did have to roll her eyes when she heard what the girl was saying, or rather, how she was saying it. Lightly shaking her head, she went back to Instagram. The string lights were THRIVING today. Also the memes. Which Caelia would never look or laugh at. Never. That would be ridiculous.
"Sorry, 'Ra. I don't know what to do. Sometimes, people can be stupid," he replied, shaking his head.
Kiara smiled, hearing Sam's nickname for her. It was only the last two letters of her name, but she liked it. It was both short and simple, and it sounded nice. "I know…" she said, turning around to look around at the others. But for some reason, one girl in particular stood out. She shook her head a bit to see if she was dreaming or hallucinating, but… she wasn't.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked, looking at her with concern.
"Hm?" Kiara looked up. "Oh, it's just that girl, I think I recognize her from somewhere, but I don't know where…" she pointed out a girl with large fluffy reddish-brownish hair. As her mind whirred, trying to figure out where she'd seen that girl, when suddenly, she knew. "I remember now!" she exclaimed with a gasp. "I saw her on the television this morning… she was at the protest!"
Caelia glanced up briefly before standing up and putting her phone in her bag, pulling out a paper book and flipping through it, just to see how much she could annoy Pro-law Girl. It genuinely was a good book, but she wasn't really paying attention to it.
(Ack! I accidentally clicked report! Super sorry! Didn't mean to!)
(Okii!)
"Huh…" Sam finally said after a moment of silence, but slowly. "That's a bit odd, isn't it? Students attending school don't usually attend protests on the morning of school, do they?"
Kiara sighed. "Yeah, I guess it is." Her eyes landed on Caelia's book, and she gave Caelia an annoyed look. She was definitely annoyed, but she didn't bother saying anything else. It wasn't like she wouldn't get in trouble for snatching away the girl's book and tearing out the pages.
Sam turned to her, lifting up her chin to look him in the eyes. "Kiara," he began, his voice serious. But then again, whenever he used her full name, he was always serious. "You aren't going to do anything rash, are you?"
"No, of course not!" Kiara reached up a hand to lightly push his hand away. "Seriously, I don't want to get in trouble. So obviously, I'm not going to. You know, it's not your job to look out for me all the time. You don't have to go to such lengths even though you're my best friend."
Now it was Sam's turn to sigh. "But, here's the thing," he pointed out. "I want to look out for you. It makes me feel better when you're not in danger. Or you know. YOu get what I mean."
Caelia glanced up and gave the girl her sincerest smile. Still smiling, she pulled put her phone and asked, "Alaska, when's the next Law Protest?" Her phone didn't respond, but she pretended to nod, and scrolled for a few seconds before returning to her book.
(This is an alternate universe, so… Alaska.)
(Lol that took me a while to get aha.)
Kiara turned away, but not before she caught Caelia's smile. "Ugh… why are people so dumb?" she grumbled to herself.
Caelia glanced back at her phone and realised she should get to class. She stood up, stuck her phone in her pocket, and walked past the other girl and her friend, into the classroom.
(So, um, how should we advance the plot so that at some point Caelia and Kiara meet/bump into each other again/more often?)
(We could have them be partners for a project or join the same club?)
(sure! would you prefer the project or the club?)
(I can't think of what club it would be, so… project?)
(sure! what class? i've come up with a couple different classes they might have together – math, social studies/history, science, ect.)
(History could be fun? They do a lot of essays, projects, presentations, etc. in my dad's class, so that's just what I'm basing this thought off of lol)
(ALSO I JUST REALISED WHAT YOUR PFP IS AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH)
(yeah, we did a lot of stuff like that in my history class last year, so sure!)
(and thanks, i absolutely love that webtoon!)
(Okii! I'll get my reply up in a bit!)
The bell rang, making Kiara jump. "Ah, I suppose we should get to class now…" she said, scowling at the ground. It really was annoying how people could be so ignorant of why the new law was a good thing. "come on…" she started walking to class, looking back every now and then to make sure sam was nearby. "what's your first class?" she asked, even though she knew it by now.
"ah… you already know, 'Ra," sam smiled, laughing softly. "but it's math," he added, answering her question. "what about you?" he asked.
"history," she replied, knowing very well he already knew the answer to that question too. "good luck in math," she called to him as they parted ways.
Caelia sighed as she removed her abundance of pencils from her bag, as well as her notebook and textbook. She was already fully prepared.to fall asleep in class; it was early, and there was always the history class.group chat if she missed anything important.
Kiara got out only the required materials from her backpack, and laid her head down on the table, sighing. It was too early, she was so tired… but alas, if she wanted to pass the class, she'd have to actually pay attention this year. She and Sam didn't have the same teacher this year. She'd gotten one, he'd gotten another. But then again, the class might actually be interesting, like last year.
Caelia tapped her pencil on the table, waiting for the teacher to start talking. Eventually, she heard his droning voice, and put her head on the desk to sleep. History was a class that she actually enjoyed; it was always interesting to learn about the past, but… she was incredibly tired.
(Do you want to act the teacher or should i?)
