Later afternoon, after the patter and rush of ceaseless education and schooling hours, a leisurely melancholy set forth for two stranders in an offbeat classroom. In it, the sound of whirls and energetic motions put the gears of productivity into motion. A pottery wheel spun there, a cake baked there with a timer's ding. A hankerchief was nit one moment and an artistic piece was finalized next, all through the delicate hands of a young energetic youth who saw nothing but grace and beauty in everything she did. With crisp bangs shaping like the moon overtop a pale eversmiling pretty face. With beautiful blond wavy locks, a black and purple blouse and pleather skirt swishing about, she went skipping back and forth in pink leggings over black-buckled boots as the starry-eyed goth settled down for a moment's respite, in light of her beauteous workings and frolic pursuit of her own crafty leisure.
Rain Kovanna sat down and took a tiny spoon, scooping into her cooked desert with cheery delight. She sassed her head back and forth, staring her blue irises across the room towards a less fortunate young scoundrel unlucky enough to be caught up her in her merrymaking. As Waist-length hair swished carelessly, she got up and skipped over to the boy's seemingly endless blight.
"You know silly, you're supposed to use a back-stitch for those sort of folds first. What you have is a way-ward side-stitch." Rain informed the raggedy looking ginger haired teenager. He gave her a look that could make death itself tremble, with swollen eyes and a restless face, he slowly tore the stitched out of his work by force.
"Okay, cool. Just great, I'll do that. Why don't you paint another Mona Lisa while your at it piss-face?" He sneered at her, tucking in the hood of his green woolly ski-jacket overtop his unkempt hair, plunging his face against the table.
"Because Leon, the Mona Lisa wouldn't make a smile as cute as yoou!" She told him sing song, gently placing her delicate hands on his back and massaging.
"But I don't smile, and why a duracell bunny powered freakshow of a wallflower wants to see me do so at all is beyond even my most ironically generous means of understanding." He kicked away from his desk and leaned back in his char, pushing her away half-heartedly but ultimately, unsuccessfully. Rain moved her hands towards his and gave them a firm squeeze.
"Oh, you smile plenty. Just, not with your face! But that's okay, your just a little different. We all have our perks and that's okay! It's okay to be different, just as long as you have somebody looking out for you and complementing your strengths. So you 'smile' as long as you need, alright?" She nuzzled him gently, ignoring his slight protest.
"Geesh fucking Christ, do you just carry around hope speeches or quotes like that where ever you go? Sometimes I think your so full of it and so far gone it's hella unreal." He pushed her off and stomped off slightly. An elderly lady snored at her desk, and with the clock reaching 2:30 the Home-Appreciation and Domestic cultures club was adjourned. "And why, why'd they have to stuff so many of these stupid clubs into one, it makes no sense."
Rain scratched her head and started to tidy up her work slightly. "Well it cannot be helped, the school's budget was slashed and they had to try either eliminating or 'merging' whatever afterschool activites weren't being used. It's a shame too, someone would've had to vouch for them just to make sure they're kept.
"You mean 'you' had to vouch for them. And than drag me into these stupid escapees of yours." Leon explained.
"Y-yeah. Hehe, that's how it works!" Rain grabbed all her things in a pink flower-pinned bag and Leon's grey one as well. She tossed it over to him. "And you're not all bad at this. Just need a little luck on ya, you know?" She picked a shoddily crafted green pin, shaped like a clover and went back to pin it to his hair, much to the angst ridden boy's dismay. Kissing him on the cheek, the two blushed awkwardly and moved out. With both locking resentment against boundless compassion, they hung an arm around each other's shoulders and left for rosier things.
Up inside a vent, a woman had checked off another pairing for her list. What were those two like, why were they with each other? Questions of identity and personhood frayed her mind briefly and were dispelled just as quickly. Once the games began, that'd when the estranged relationships she observed and the individuals in it would truly be put to the test.
