Post by Jasin on Apr 2, 2012 8:50:27 GMT 1
The door slammed as Hale left the music room. The test had not gone well, and he was pissed about it. Muttering to himself, he decided to go to art class early that day.
"Hey Hale!" Melinda Cross called out, "I'm having my birthday party next week after school; wanna come?"
Hale refused to acknowledge her, and he kept walking, subtly enjoying her sounds of disappointment.
Opening the door, he saw that Mrs. Hanes was not at her desk. There was a lone student in the room, sitting at the far back table. It looked like that Spanish girl, Lucy. Hale smiled faintly. Lucy was a pretty girl.
Hearing him come in, Lucy's head whirled around, maintaining a constant guard against those who sought to make fun of her. When she saw it was only Hale, her shoulders relaxed and Hale detected a hint of a smile. Her eyes were an emerald green, and they shone like stars.
Hale strode over to her and took the stool next to her, making sure not to invade her space. He smiled at her, and glanced down at her work. She was molding something out of clay. It looked like an animal of sorts.
"What is that?" he asked.
Lucy looked confused. Her gaze went from Hale to the clay, "Es un león," was all she said.
Drawing a blank, Hale pulled out his phone and looked up what she had said, spelling it as best as he knew how. After a few moments, he discovered that she was sculpting a lion.
"A lion!" he said cheerily, pointing to her clay.
"¡León, sí!"
Hale opened his mouth to say something else, but the warning bell rang and the students came flooding in. He noticed that not one person sat at Lucy's table. She was, in fact, the only Hispanic girl in the entire school, and it gave everyone an excuse to be racist.
She noted that he was not moving to take his usual seat. She blinked confusedly, "Este es tu asiento, ¿no?"
Not knowing what she said, he took the main words from her sentence and figured out that she thought he had changed seats.
"Sí, señorita," he said with a goofy smile.
She laughed, and Hale thought she had a beautiful laugh.
She squeezed his hand briefly, "Gracias," she murmured.
Hale smiled warmly and patted her hand, "De nada."
"Hey Hale!" Melinda Cross called out, "I'm having my birthday party next week after school; wanna come?"
Hale refused to acknowledge her, and he kept walking, subtly enjoying her sounds of disappointment.
Opening the door, he saw that Mrs. Hanes was not at her desk. There was a lone student in the room, sitting at the far back table. It looked like that Spanish girl, Lucy. Hale smiled faintly. Lucy was a pretty girl.
Hearing him come in, Lucy's head whirled around, maintaining a constant guard against those who sought to make fun of her. When she saw it was only Hale, her shoulders relaxed and Hale detected a hint of a smile. Her eyes were an emerald green, and they shone like stars.
Hale strode over to her and took the stool next to her, making sure not to invade her space. He smiled at her, and glanced down at her work. She was molding something out of clay. It looked like an animal of sorts.
"What is that?" he asked.
Lucy looked confused. Her gaze went from Hale to the clay, "Es un león," was all she said.
Drawing a blank, Hale pulled out his phone and looked up what she had said, spelling it as best as he knew how. After a few moments, he discovered that she was sculpting a lion.
"A lion!" he said cheerily, pointing to her clay.
"¡León, sí!"
Hale opened his mouth to say something else, but the warning bell rang and the students came flooding in. He noticed that not one person sat at Lucy's table. She was, in fact, the only Hispanic girl in the entire school, and it gave everyone an excuse to be racist.
She noted that he was not moving to take his usual seat. She blinked confusedly, "Este es tu asiento, ¿no?"
Not knowing what she said, he took the main words from her sentence and figured out that she thought he had changed seats.
"Sí, señorita," he said with a goofy smile.
She laughed, and Hale thought she had a beautiful laugh.
She squeezed his hand briefly, "Gracias," she murmured.
Hale smiled warmly and patted her hand, "De nada."
