"He knows I'm hiding something..."
Eiliyse was much more wary of Garrett the next day just in case he asked something awkward like "You did all that in one year?"
She made sure to arrive even earlier than usual and lurked in some forgotten alcove at the end of one of the two less-used staircases. It had apparently been forgotten by the janitors too.
I mean, It's not even as if I lied to him, she thought. I just didn't tell him the things he didn't need to know. Like when was the actual year her parents died, or how far apart those events were.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard an overly familiar voice behind her.
"Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you."
She turned to see Garrett, His golden-brown hair in a long, thin ponytail as usual, in a purple shirt and khaki pants. He had a white backpack with a tiger on it slung over one shoulder, which she thought was a bit odd because as far as she knew, tigers didn't come in pale blue with black stripes and white snowflakes on them.
She tried to keep her head and think of what a "normal" girl would say.
"Are you stalking me or something?"
"No, I just wanted to ask you a question."
I am perfectly calm, she told herself. I am entirely in control. If he asks, I'll lie.
Another, smaller part of her said, You've always been terrible at lying. You just have to tell the truth, but if you do lie, nobody believes you.
Yeah, but if I tell him the truth he definitely won't, she reasoned.
"Wh-" She stopped herself. Teenagers now don't talk like that. "Ask away."
She tried to look casual and lean against the wall, whch is very hard to do in a hoopskirt.
"this is going to sound silly, but... How long have you been eighteen?"
She stopped breathing.
She started again. "Since I was seventeen." Brilliant.
"And how long is that?"
"Well, it's generally a year, isn't it?"
"Yes, but how long is it for you?"
She bit her lip. Then a technicality occurred to her. As long as she could slip that one syllable difference past him...
"It was a year for me too, of course."
"Was?"
Damn. He'd caught it.
"Uh..." The bell rang. It wasn't actually a bell noise of any description, just one long, nasal buzz. "Sorry, I've got to go!"
"That's the five-minute bell. And you're all packed."
"My next class is on the other side of the school!"
And she dashed off.
I know it's way toolate/tooearly to be writing, but got too much sleep yesterday, what with sleeping in and shortening the Gaia Consort concert to three perceived songs. So I fell asleep right after we got home, and just woke up and wanted to write some more. Mad, Eh?
She made sure to arrive even earlier than usual and lurked in some forgotten alcove at the end of one of the two less-used staircases. It had apparently been forgotten by the janitors too.
I mean, It's not even as if I lied to him, she thought. I just didn't tell him the things he didn't need to know. Like when was the actual year her parents died, or how far apart those events were.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard an overly familiar voice behind her.
"Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you."
She turned to see Garrett, His golden-brown hair in a long, thin ponytail as usual, in a purple shirt and khaki pants. He had a white backpack with a tiger on it slung over one shoulder, which she thought was a bit odd because as far as she knew, tigers didn't come in pale blue with black stripes and white snowflakes on them.
She tried to keep her head and think of what a "normal" girl would say.
"Are you stalking me or something?"
"No, I just wanted to ask you a question."
I am perfectly calm, she told herself. I am entirely in control. If he asks, I'll lie.
Another, smaller part of her said, You've always been terrible at lying. You just have to tell the truth, but if you do lie, nobody believes you.
Yeah, but if I tell him the truth he definitely won't, she reasoned.
"Wh-" She stopped herself. Teenagers now don't talk like that. "Ask away."
She tried to look casual and lean against the wall, whch is very hard to do in a hoopskirt.
"this is going to sound silly, but... How long have you been eighteen?"
She stopped breathing.
She started again. "Since I was seventeen." Brilliant.
"And how long is that?"
"Well, it's generally a year, isn't it?"
"Yes, but how long is it for you?"
She bit her lip. Then a technicality occurred to her. As long as she could slip that one syllable difference past him...
"It was a year for me too, of course."
"Was?"
Damn. He'd caught it.
"Uh..." The bell rang. It wasn't actually a bell noise of any description, just one long, nasal buzz. "Sorry, I've got to go!"
"That's the five-minute bell. And you're all packed."
"My next class is on the other side of the school!"
And she dashed off.
I know it's way toolate/tooearly to be writing, but got too much sleep yesterday, what with sleeping in and shortening the Gaia Consort concert to three perceived songs. So I fell asleep right after we got home, and just woke up and wanted to write some more. Mad, Eh?