♥ 19 [memory lane; video]
“Satou-san, have you seen my lunchbox?”
The girl sitting behind her looked up disinterestedly. “Don't ask me.” Her long hair was perfectly straight, unlike Rise's, which tended to frizz out of its braid by the end of the day; her skirt was hiked up (to a height Rise's parents would have killed her for) and her sweatervest was purposely a size too small. “What are you staring at?”
“Nothing!” She continued to dig through her bag for the lunch box she knew wasn't there, trying to pretend she didn't hear the girls in the corner watching her and laughing.
“Hey! That's enough giggling.” Rise's heart leapt to her throat. Satou Aya was one of the most popular girls in class; was she really defending her? But no; there was a grin on her face, too, and she continued, “You're gonna get caught.”
By the time she found the lunchbox, thrown in the trash with the contents spilling out, lunch period was over anyway.
The girl sitting behind her looked up disinterestedly. “Don't ask me.” Her long hair was perfectly straight, unlike Rise's, which tended to frizz out of its braid by the end of the day; her skirt was hiked up (to a height Rise's parents would have killed her for) and her sweatervest was purposely a size too small. “What are you staring at?”
“Nothing!” She continued to dig through her bag for the lunch box she knew wasn't there, trying to pretend she didn't hear the girls in the corner watching her and laughing.
“Hey! That's enough giggling.” Rise's heart leapt to her throat. Satou Aya was one of the most popular girls in class; was she really defending her? But no; there was a grin on her face, too, and she continued, “You're gonna get caught.”
By the time she found the lunchbox, thrown in the trash with the contents spilling out, lunch period was over anyway.