Another day, Another Migraine
The day began in a semi-conductive manner. The weather was pleasant as fall rolled around the corner, some of the leaves began to turn yellow, red, and orange which made everything warmer despite the decreasing temperature. Root heard the a bell in the distance and then panicked. Sprinting, she darted through the woods and through a unsuspecting person's back yard, making to the back doors where she found no trace of the interesting fireball she met yesterday. The possession of long legs is good in a pinch, as root burst through the doors making it to first period right as the bell rang. All red in the face from the strenuous exercise she should really try to avoid by waking up earlier, Root proceed to her seat next to the apparently apathetic Shaw. No sign of anger, or of anything else. That is about to change.
Mrs. Fixer called role and everyone responded in kind.
“Shaw please come here you have a schedule change.” said the teacher after completing the irritating task of attendance for the administration. That was not so out of the norm at this time in the year, certain classes ran into overflow and they had to redistribute. Although Root smirked to herself, because that schedule change in particular was not due to reorganizing of any sort, it was mainly for her entertainment. Shaw seemed to be particularly interesting and it was exciting to push how far she could push without getting burnt by the small woman’s fiery temper. Root’s not entirely sure she would not enjoy getting burnt by Shaw, whatever that consisted of. It gave a certain amount of flare to an otherwise boring everyday life.
The period went on and everyone wrote a short summary of the book they read for summer reading. Sounding of the bell signaled the change in class and everyone rushed out of the room, eager to utilize the few minutes they have in between. Shaw stayed behind and simply stared at Root, they both exited the classroom and walked toward their next class.
“Hey Sweetie did you lose your wallet at lunch yesterday, because I found it and am willing to return it. For a price.” said root with a tilt of the head and a smirk on her lips.
“However I admire a girl skilled in extortion, you are going to give me my wallet back and never speak to me again.” said Shaw matter-o-factually.
Root pretended to consider this option. “I have many skills Sameen, you might come to admire some of those if you-”
She was cut off by Shaw “ If you for one second think that I would ever, ever, consider you, the one who stole my wallet and then pretended to be all innocent around me you are dead wrong, emphasis on dead. And don’t call be Sameen.”
Arriving at AP government they both walked in and Shaw spun around on her heals, Root yet again bumping into her rather clumsily. “You are not in this class.” Shaw declared.
“Au contraire mon cheri.” The taller woman beamed
“No.”
“Mm-hmm sweetie.” Root leaned forward so she was right next to Shaw's ear and said “Check your front jacket pocket.” Then she proceeded to take a seat. She saw the tiny firecrackers eyes glare at her, and if she heard correctly, growl at her all the way from the back of the classroom as Shaw took her wallet out. This poses to be an interesting year.