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[b][color=1e8910]Location:[/color][/b] Flashback, English classroom → Present time, Rachel’s bedroom 
[b][color=BA55D3]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Each other [sup][@Universorum][/sup]  → Near the end, Rachel texts FiFi [sup][@Silent Observer][/sup]
 
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[indent][i]The previous day, during the English exam period…[/i]
 
[color=BA55D3][b]“Okay don’t make fun of me…”[/b][/color] Rachel Watts adjusted her journal in her hands, the journal that they had to write in at least twice a week and have it ready for their final at the end of the school year. They didn’t have much of a midterm. Their midterm was a pizza party, a discussion of their favorite lessons this semester, and reading an excerpt or two from their journals.  [color=BA55D3][b]“You see, I like to entertain concepts, even if they’re things I’ve never experienced before,  while… getting into the heads of some of my favorite characters. In Beyond These Walls, Volume 3, Ilene Emory, an orphan that gained access to the fantastical world that is Linthia, has grown [i]extremely[/i] attached to her traveling companion,  Dalton Wilcox, a rugged nomad of some sort. You too start falling for him because he’s painted in a way that makes it hard to find things to NOT like about him. There’s obvious chemistry between these characters… but then, he was gone. No warning. No words. No nothing. Gone. For the first time in Ilene’s life, she experiences heartbreak.”[/b][/color] She paused, biting the bottom of her lip, [color=BA55D3][b]“I wrote a poem based on her emotions.”[/b][/color] 
 
Her curly, golden locks draped down her shoulders, down her chest, as she scanned her class with hopeful anticipation. Her tender voice had a hint of nervousness. Presentations always made her anxious. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath in and shut her book closed. She would rather say this from memory than depend on a script. It would come out more natural. Everything was better when it happened naturally. After a moment of calm and silence, she opened her eyes, revealing her gorgeous rapture-blue, before clearing her throat and exposing a piece of her soul. 
 
[color=BA55D3][b]“I named my poem First Love…”[/b][/color] Her cheeks grew in heat. [i][color=BA55D3]Okay, focus, Rachel. You got this.[/color][/i] 
 
[color=BA55D3][b]“I rise from petals
With sleep on my face
And groggy eyes
Wondering where did he go?
 
Not too long ago, he and I danced
On water with tip toes
And our hearts on fire
Having no care but the other
 
He faded as fast as my dream
To the land of barbed wire and order
And went to the prison of his mind
Wondering if he could go back in time
 
The seasons changed
From orange, gray, blue, white, pink,
And green, yet I still find myself in our garden
Having doubts of whether I was worth his return
 
Days go, months past
After the flowers dissipate
And my bitterness shriveled the leaves
Wondering was something I did no more
 
I rose from needles
With darkness on my face
And glaciers in my eyes
Having found that I too was done with rainbow butterflies.”[/b][/color]
 
Her writing wasn’t only limited to poetry. Actually, she preferred narrative above all else, but she believed there were stories all around them and she wanted to bring to light every single one of them… by now, her cheeks were flaring. She wasn’t even that good with poetry but she was INSPIRED. 
 
[color=6A5ACD][b]"Excellent job, Ms. Watts! I could feel the trembling agony that Ilene was experiencing. Quite a talent you have. Never stop exercising your muscles.”[/b][/color] Mr. Vanderfield gave his pupil student a nod in respect. 
 
[color=BA55D3][b]“[i]Actually[/i], the trembling was probably me dying up here… but thank you. Um, okay. I’m done now… someone else go so the focus isn’t on me.”[/b][/color] Rachel scurried to her seat that was next to her best friend’s (Ffiona’s) desk and hid her face with her journal, blocking out everyone’s voices. So embarrassing. 
 
As he sometimes did, Lawson had spent most of the class spacing out. Would he ever go up to the front of the class and read from his journal? Maybe, maybe not. He had a way of zoning out and disappearing, even with how small the class was. Plus, he was busy! Working on something, some top secret sheet. Looking up from his desk as he finished the last bit of work on the piece of paper he’d been doodling on, the Law realized that there was a bigger distance between himself and the eventual recipient of the note than he’d originally intended.
 
No matter, he could work with this. Going back to his piece of paper, Lawson carefully folded it. Each crease had to be perfect — this was a battle of physics, and in a battle of physics, the string was pulled to its tightest, and there was no room for error. So, Lawson pulled out his student ID card and ran it over the folds, making sure each crease was as smooth and tight as possible. Once he was finished, he marveled at his creation before he leaned his arm back and… off it went.
 
The piece of paper, now folded expertly into a long distance paper airplane, soared across the room and landed on target (as he’d known it would! no room for error), sliding to a halt in front of Rachel. Now he just had to hope that she would heed the message written on the wing: ‘Unfold me!’ the paper loudly commanded.
 
Rachel thought she was hiding well, with her journal standing up on her desk and her head lowered, so that the book shielded her from the front of the class, but alas, it was not good enough. Her space was intruded by a paper airplane that crashed into the poem she had just read outloud. What was this? A secret message? Were they under attack by the Old Hag and her ever growing, [i]evil[/i] coven?! Suspiciously, she pinched the tip of the plane and laid it on the palm of her left hand. Sorcery that commanded her to open it. How could she resist when it yelled: UNFOLD ME. Trying her best to stay as quiet as possible, hoping to not bring any attention to her, she opened the plane up. 
 
Lawson had worked hard on the message he wanted to convey. It wasn’t like he was zoning out for no reason, no, he’d been distracted with art. Lawson had doodled (and make no mistake, they were just that: doodles with an ink pen) a cartoonish version of himself, dressed seemingly as Uncle Sam, complete with beard and a black and white, surprisingly accurate, rendition of the Zespa — the nation of Elves from the books that Rachel read — flag, and pointing out at the person reading the message with text written above his top hat:
 
[color=1e8910][i]I want you![/i][/color]
 
Beneath Uncle Lawson’s pointing finger was the rest of the message:
 
[color=1e8910][i]To go to the winter ball with me![/i][/color]
 
An arrow indicated for her to flip the paper over after she’d read the written text on the drawing side. 
 
Rachel had to stare at this piece of magnificent art for a moment. She was stunned that someone else in her class, other than FiFi, was interested in Beyond These Walls. This was a pleasant delight to her. Absentmindedly bringing her thumb to her lips, she bit at it, contemplating if she should turn her head to look at Lawson. The cartoon looked just like him! Was he the herald of this plane? He must be. It felt too soon to look at him and she would surely do something foolish or clumsy to make him take back his plane and send it elsewhere. Her stomach felt a warm rush with the realization that Lawson, the Law of her class, wanted to take her, out of all people, to the dance! Not wanting to make him wait too long, she turned the paper over. 
 
Lawson had been quick to bury his nose in a book of some sort of throwing the plane. He’d learned long ago that in this class, the exact type of book you were reading didn’t really matter, as long as you were reading and not being disruptive, teacher didn’t give a damn. Or, maybe that was the ADHD; keep the fool distracted, and he won’t distract anyone else… Well, Lawson could live with himself either way. But now, he had to steal a glance over the top of his book, eyeing toward Rachel. Did she flip it over? Did she like it? Did he draw well!? That dumb flag wasn’t easy; he didn’t even read the books very much, he just knew she liked it a lot and looked it up on his phone to help! Oh! She flipped it over… Now, he waited. Quickly, he dove back into the book.
 
Wait a second. This was his math textbook. Mistakes.
 
Meanwhile, back at Rachel’s desk, the back of the paper was finally revealed to her. It was certainly simpler than the front; though on this side there was a drawing of a cartoonish, almost chibi like Rachel this time, gesturing at two boxes, each one indicating a simple choice: Yes, or No. Lil Rach had a speech bubble connected to herself, and inside of it, Chibi Rachel implored big Rachel: [color=1e8910][i]Check yes or no! Then give it back to Law.[/i][/color]
 
There was so much excitement in her small body. She hadn’t been this excited since, well, yesterday! When she stood up late reading until she passed out in her fort. This was sweet of him. This was a new experience for her! Formally being asked to go to a dance with someone else. Her and Ryan never got around to going to such events… she didn’t even think she cared about going to the Winter Ball, but now someone wanted to go with her! Her eyes twinkled at the paper and she quickly, almost urgently, grabbed the pen from behind her ear and brought it to the paper. 
 
Minutes past that felt like hours and it seemed like Rachel was looking at the paper far longer than anyone would warrant, but she too felt inclined to draw on the paper. It was only fair! In time, she was folding it back into the plane. Her blue gaze surveyed the class not once, not twice, but three times, before she shifted her body to look over at Lawson. She gave a little pout when she couldn’t see his face. Ah well. She’d see his face soon enough. 
 
[i]Focus.[/i] 
 
Narrowing her eyes, she gently threw the plane toward the boy. It glided in his direction, but sunk fast… what? She was not a professional plane thrower. Oddly enough, the plane landed gracefully on the floor, by his foot.
 
Lawson saw the piece of paper at his feet, and bent down. Oh, boy. She’d responded! Now he had to just hope that she said yes… Holding his breath, Lawson picked the piece of paper up to his desk, and slowly unfolded it, with great anticipation. What if she said no!? Then what?!
 
Doom and gloom.
 
Instead of checking yes or no, Rachel had set the no-box on fire, ultimately scribbling on it and bringing it to ashes. No was not an option! The yes-box, on the other hand, had two tiny birds inside the box and music notes surrounding them that spelt: [color=BA55D3][i]OK.[/i][/color] She even added fireworks around the box because it added to the excitement of her answer. Then in small, very small, letters, she wrote: [color=BA55D3][i](I’m a rebel. >.< I’d love to go with you! Text me so we can discuss deets! :3)[/i][/color]
 
Perfect! She was in. Great. He’d have to save this note, that seemed like something CR would do, and CR had a very good relationship with his girl. Lawson very carefully folded the note back up and slipped it inside of his pocket, leaning back in his chair and letting out a huge, huge breath. Freedom! Success! Perfection.[/indent]
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[indent]OH MY GOODNESS! The sun was out, the sky was bright as a... guardian angel, the birds were chirpin’  (not really though, since it was kind of chilly… the birds were MIA for the winter), which meant one thing: Rachel was wide awake and ready to take on her day! She had fallen asleep on the floor buried in blankets and surrounded by books. Her curls sprawled every which way. This would not do! Absolutely not. She had people to see, places to go, things to DO.  She scanned through her notifications on social media, which she rarely used - really, she only used it to see if her class was planning anything. Nodding to herself at the messages CR and Lala left, she reached her phone to text her bestie while shouting out to her dad, [color=BA55D3][b]“DADDDYYYY! Can I go shopping today? You were so happy I finally got a boy to ask me out! Now I can be normal. But I must look DECENT and the only way to do so is by going shopping, in Denver, with some of the girls. I will make sure to text you every hour and send a picture every four hours. I will be with FiFi, Desi, Remy, Lila… errr, basically my entire class, but like mostly the girls.”[/b][/color]
 
To: [b][color=c0e03e]Flowers[/color][/b]
[color=BA55D3][b]Meet me at our spot in ten.
We gotta be at Lala’s in twenty. <3333[/b][/color]
 
[b][color=#6c5669]“And what about those other girls?”[/color][/b] Dr. Watts opened his daughter’s door and looked at her scrambling in her room like an animal. 
 
[color=BA55D3][b]“Them too, yes. But I can assure you they won’t give me any ideas! I promise I’ll be home after the game. Don’t you want me to look good tomorrow? Abigail would like pictures of me and Lawson, I’m sure!”[/b][/color] Rachel rushingly crawled onto her bed and reached for her hair tie.
 
[b][color=#6c5669]“When will you start calling her your mom? Also, I trust you, Rachel. No funny business.”[/color][/b] The man of the house furrowed his eyebrows at his overly excitable daughter. It was too early for this. 
 
[color=BA55D3][b]“OH MAN. I’m so, so, sooooo running late. Y’know how my class is. They wait for no one.”[/b][/color] She intentionally dodged her father’s question and darted to her bathroom. Today was going to be a fun day![/indent]