Luck and Love: II

Michael moved like a wraith from six to seventh. It must have looked normal to most, but inside he was essentially dead. Eighth period of the day was horticulture, a class taken by Michael as a filler class. While he enjoyed the outdoors and working with plants, Rose the freshman was in that same class period. In fact, they sat next to one another. It had never been an issue, due to the two never talking, but her words just after the incident with the peephole played themselves over and over in Michael’s head like a broken record.
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She had seen his eye and hadn’t yelled, hadn’t screamed. He knew she probably had no agenda, and just hadn’t wanted him to get expelled… that was the neutral possibility. The worst was that she had some sort of sinister blackmail plan, and was just as bad as the rest of Michael’s five tormenters. He finally reached eighth period and sat down in his chair. He always chose the table closest to the door, no matter who was in the class. Rose sat next to him. The class consisted of three columns of two-seater desks, each one boy one girl, with relationships being separated and students being placed with the one student that they requested not to sit with. The teacher had a cruel sense of humor, for sure.
When Rose sat down next to Michael he just kept looking forward. He prayed that she was talking about something else, something having nothing to do with the hole in the wall. She continued to look at him expectantly.
“You look extremely pale, Michael. Are you ok?” He just kept looking forward, hoping that there was some sort of notes to take off the board that would shut her up. She set her bag down on the table and left off. Sadly, the teacher was a substitute, meaning that today the class would be around the campus in pairs to fill out a worksheet on common plants.