Dreaming of Another Day
By Kathryn K W. The yuri canon
Based in part on a true story
Chapter Five
The months after Jenn's death were pretty much a blurt to Kris. She felt her life worthless without Jenn. She was not allowed to attend her lover's funeral. Kris's own mother refused to believe her daughter was doing such "atrocious" things behind her back. She was sure that she would know the instant any of her children were having sex. However it never crossed the woman's mind that Kris could be interested in a girl, or was it more that she didn't want to believe such a thing even when faced with it head on. Kris spent the next while in a daze of despair. She was forced to attend school even the day after her lover's death. Battered and bruised she remembered how the kids teased her relentlessly. Many blamed her for Jennifer's death. If she only had not fallen in love with the girl.
One day during Home Economics class she overheard a group of boys laughing about how Jennifer deserved to die and that she should have died along with her lover. Something inside of Kris snapped and she flew into a fit of rage. She grabbed a pair of scissors from her desk and lunged at the boys. Screaming like a wild animal. It took several students to pry Kris off of one of the boys. She was tired, alone and had nothing to lose. Someone knocked her off the boy and she tumbled to the ground sobbing. While everyone was busy helping the boys to their feet, they didn't notice, or even care, as Kris opened the scissors and slashed open her own wrists.
She was quickly rushed to the hospital. When she awoke she was told that she was being charged with assault, however seeing as she never before did anything wrong the judge decided to release her into the care of the local psychiatric hospital. Where she would remain until her eighteenth year.
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Kris kicked out in her sleep. She was startled to find herself in her own apartment. Disoriented, she stood up and tried to get her bearings. The nightmares of those days still circling in her head. She knew the doctors said she would have to live with these haunting images for some time, but she really wished she could at least get a small level of sleep. She moved only to find her entire body aching from sleeping on the cold, hard tile floor. Her cat was meowing at her over and over again. It was like the cat was an alarm clock and knew exactly when she needed to get up. She reached out and patted the cat on the head, then watching as it bound out of the bathroom in
search of food.
She carefully stood to her feet and looked herself over in the mirror. She could only see the boi she had become. She ran a hand through her mat of hair causing it to fall back in place perfectly. Jennifer used to hate this. She would try to ruffle Kris's hair time and time again only to have the girl fix it with one brush of her long fingers. Kris smiled at the memory of Jenn pouting over her hair not staying messed up for long. Her smile quickly faded when she noticed how dark her eyes were compared to her pale skin. She looked rather sick and skinny. It was not like she didn't try to gain weight. She just didn't feel like eating and would simply forget until her stomach was grumbling so badly that she couldn't ignore the pain.
This morning her stomach was not bothering her to much, however she did have a need for some milk and cereal. She knew it was childish, but she never seemed to grow out of the sugary cereal phase and discovered she needed it more and more. She could polish off four litres of milk in under 3 days. It was like some weird addiction. Mind you it was better than her families need to consume alcohol every given day. She shook her head against the thought of family and quickly ate her cereal, then got changed into a white tank top and blue jeans. She stopped to take a look at herself in the mirror again. Some have said she had a boyish charm, but she didn't see it. All she could see were the scars that ran up and down her long and bony arms from the many times she had cut herself as a child. They were no longer visible to anyone, except herself and she struggled everyday to keep it that way. She looked down at her thin body in disgust. Her chest was almost unnoticeable and she was so thin that her ribs stuck out. She was told that her anorexic ways were stunting her puberty which is why she was not developing normally. This fact only made her more depressed because she was not even aware that she was anorexic. Sighing she grabbed her leather jacket, shoved a few things into her school bag then slung it over her shoulder and picked up her art portfolio. She started out of the apartment, giving a goodbye to her cat, before locking the door.
The sun was high in the air and Kris grabbed her sunglasses as she stepped out of the apartment building. It was nice weather and she was glad she lived only a few blocks away from school. She saw a few other teens walking down the road. No one paid any attention to her, as they chattered with friends about life and love. Kris kept her head low as she passed a group of girls when someone called out to her.
"Kris?!?" The voices asked in disbelief from behind her, "Kris, is that really you?" Kris looked around to see a tall girl dressed in a military sweater and dark green cargo pants. She had bright orange hair that was cut even shorter than Kris's. The sides had been shaved leaving only a small amount of curls at the top. Her face was long and covered with so many freckles that it looked like one huge blob, "Oh, Kris it is so good to see you!" The girl exclaimed.
Kris blinked a few times trying to arrange her thoughts, "Tanya?" She asked in confusion, "What are you doing here?"
"I go to Westmire." Tanya said with a nod towards the school in the distance, "What about you? When did you get out?"
"Only a couple of months ago." Kris answered shyly, Tanya was an old friend from elementary school. She was the only girl that knew Kris longer than Jenn did and the only person to visit her while she was in the hospital.
Tanya blinked at Kris a few times then stared closely at her.
"Do I have something on me?" Kris wiped at her face in a vain attempt to find whatever it was that caught her friends eye.
Suddenly Tanya reached out and grabbed the girl by both side of the head, "When did you dye your hair!?!" She wondered pulling Kris's head in for a closer inspection.
"I didn't!" Kris exclaimed as she struggled against Tanya's grasp.
"Are you sure?" Tanya twisted Kris's head in the sunlight and watched the way the light reflected from the girl's hair, "I remember it being strawberry and now it looks more copper. A cool copper." She stated excitedly.
Kris finally managed to break free, "You should know that I don't like the smell of dyes." She retorted, annoyed that she had to fix her hair again.
"Oh right." Tanya tried hard to think back to the old days, "You usually stayed outside when one of the girls got a dye job."
Kris turned her head back and forth trying to make it crack, "My hair probably changed from all the time I spent indoors."
"Oh right... I'm sorry I didn't visit you much." Tanya heaved, ashamed at herself, "I meant to come by last month it is just..."
"It is alright." Kris answered with a weak smile, "You visited me more than anyone else did..." She trailed off and looked at her feet.
"You parents never showed did they?" Tanya asked, trying to conceal her anger. Tanya never liked Kris's family much. Kris's little sister used to tease the two of them because they both looked so much like boys. She really got on everyone's nerves, but not as much as her mother. It was as if the woman couldn't have a gentle thought to Tanya. She wouldn't even let Tanya into the house. She seemed terrified that Tanya would spread some kind of disease. She actually believed that it was Tanya that converted Kris to the evils of lesbianism, "Not one of them?"
"Nope..." Kris took a deep breath, "Mom took me in for a bit before I got on disability... then she disappeared..."
"Wait!" Tanya shouted ecstatically, "Does that mean you are living on your own?"
Kris only nodded as she started towards the school again.
Tanya followed closely beside her friend, "As in, in your own apartment and all?" She was getting more bewildered with each word.
"It is nothing to get excited about." Kris said embarrassed by her friends reaction, "It is only a tiny place and it costs way to much."
"Can I come by to visit sometime?" Tanya was still excited about the concept of living alone, "What I wouldn't do to be able to get out from under my mother."
They approached the front doors of the school and Kris opened it for Tanya, "It is not all it is cracked up to be." Kris admitted. She would rather not live alone. She would love to have a family to return to after school. A family that loved her for who she was.
The two of them didn't get too far into the school when they came across the small crowd of kids.
"Do you think it is a fight?" Tanya asked trying to look over the crowd.
Kris looked up at the crowd. She could see a group of boys who had surrounded someone and a girl could be heard screaming. Suddenly two of the boys lifted a girl over their shoulder. The girl was wrapped up in what looked to be silver duct tape. Then the boys opened the boy's washroom door and dropped the girl inside laughing wildly. The girl's cries could still be heard when the washroom door slammed shut.
Tanya gave the group a look of disgust, "Dammit, Initiation..." She let the words drip out of her mouth like acid, "Every year it is the same thing. And lately the boys have been abusing the girls more and more." She couldn't stand to watch and was about to turn away when Kris shoved her backpack into Tanya's arms.
"Hold this." Kris ordered, her eyes not moving from the group of girls trying to figure out who should enter the washroom. Kris dropped her portfolio at Tanya's feet before pushing her way through the crowd towards the girl's cries.
"Hey what do you think you are doing?" One of the boys yelled out as Kris entered the washroom, "Don't let her out of there."
Kris ignored the boys protests as she pushed the door open. Grabbed the girl by the feet and pulled her out of the washroom. The girl was crying and shaking. She was wrapped so tightly in tape that no one could pull it off.
Tanya ran over to Kris's side, "Is she alright?" Kris quickly grabbed her portfolio from Tanya and popped it open to find a small sharp art scalpel in one of the many pockets, then turned to the girl and started to quickly cut away at the tape.
"What are you doing?!?" One of the boys scolded angrily, "That bitch deserves what she got."
Kris suddenly looked up at the boy and gave him a wild glare while clenching the knife tightly. There was a look of hatred in Kris's eyes and the boy felt that if he got any closer she might actually plunge the knife into him. Only when he was far enough away did Kris turn her attention back to the work at hand. She smoothly cut away all the tape. Tanya helped to tear the stripes off of the girl. It didn't take very long for the girl to be freed and her to run crying in one of her friends' arms.
One of the girls thanked Kris, who returned the thanks with a small smile, than the girl helped her friend to the office.
"Always out to be the prince of the school, huh?" Tanya voiced with a chuckle, "You can't resist it can you?"
"I can't turn away from someone who is in trouble." Kris replied slinging her school bag back over her shoulder.
"Correction!" Tanya countered, pointing at Kris, "You can't leave a girl who is crying. You've not changed one bit."
"So what?" Kris turned away from her friend, "There is nothing wrong with what I did." She stated, trying more to convince herself than anything else.
Tanya blocked her friend from running away, "Wrong, you can't save everyone." She stated more worried than angry, "You are just going to cause a lot of heart break with that princely act of yours."
Kris turned her eyes on her friend, "What would you know about how I act?" She asked angrily, "Don't lecture me about how I act. I'll live the way I want to." She stormed down the hall.
"I know what you are doing and she is not coming back." Tanya called out causing her friend to stop in her tracks, "You can try to rescue everyone, but one day you are going to have to live in the present and not the past."
"If you are finished I have to get to my home room." Kris whispered with her head hung low. When Tanya didn't speak she ran down the hall, leaving Tanya kicking at a locker.
Class 109 was already filled with students. It was a small square room with all the desks arranged in rows facing a large blackboard. Opposite to the entrance was a wall of windows that stretched all the way to the ceiling. Each window was framed with red oak, the same oak that the school was originally made in as far as Kris could tell.
Kris immediately noticed that the teacher was nowhere in sight which meant that it was a good time to make new friends and alliances for the year ahead. Kris looked around the class from face to face until her eyes fell on those of the brown haired girl from the other day, the one from the restroom. Today the girl was dressed in a knitted sweater and long black skirt, no longer was her hair pulled back in the same pony tail, instead it was let loose and hung over her shoulders. Kris realized for the first time just how pretty this girl really was. Tanya was right about one thing. She had to be careful and keep her heart in check.
Almost as if feeling Kris's eyes, the girl suddenly looked up at her and smiled. She said something to the group of girls she was talking to and then wove her way through the students and desks to where Kris stood, "Hey, are you in Mr. Henderson's class too?" She asked with a smile.
Kris just nodded. She couldn't remember the girl's name and didn't want to embarrass herself.
The girl stood there for a moment, playing with her long hair, until she finally spoke without looking Kris in the face. "Listen, I'm really sorry about yesterday. I sort of jumped to the wrong conclusion. My mother told me I have to learn to stop doing that."
Kris couldn't stop staring at the girl. Watching the cute way she curled her hair around her finger the more nervous she got, down to the way she would move from standing on the side of one foot to the other. She almost didn't hear the girl's apology. Kris shook her head of whatever thoughts were trying to invade her mind. Then looked at the girl again "Don't worry, I'm used to it..."
There was an odd silence between the two as they tried to think of something else to say to each other when the silence was broken by a deep voice from directly behind Kris "Well if it isn't Kristen Carty?" the voice boomed.
Kris looked up to see where the voice came from. Overhead stood a very large man in a brown jacket. His brown hair was cut short and he had a small mustache. Realizing that this must be Mr. Henderson she spun around and gave a short bow. "Yes!" She answered.
"I've heard a lot about you." The teacher said with a grin. "I'm glad to see you could make it. Now find yourself a seat so we can get to work." Kris found herself a seat in the front row against the wall right next to the door so she could easily escape if needed. The teacher looked around the class, "That goes for the rest of you, Chop chop." The students ran around grabbing the best seat they could.
The teacher walked over to the large desk that stood in the far corner where the chalkboard met the windows. Behind his desk was a set of large filing cabinets and a coat hanger in which his coat already hung. He shuffled though a few papers that he had in his hands, then looked up at the students. "My name is Mr. Henderson and I'll be your home room teacher as well as your morning Art teacher. Each class has a different time table for the week. Some days you'll have line art first thing in the morning and others you'll have 3D arts or something else for that matter, however for the most part you will all stay together as a group so you'll have to get along with each other." There was a small murmur from the students. Kris rolled her eyes. She had heard this speak so already before. This was going to be a long year for Kris, The teacher continued "Now I have your schedules for the first semester here." He looked down at the papers he had in hand. "So who wants to help me hand these out?"
The girl Kris just met put her hand up. Which, Kris noted, was right behind her in the next row over from where she now sat, "I will, sir." She said with excitement. How someone could be excited about handing out papers was beyond Kris.
"Thank you ummm...." The teacher said as the girl jumped up from where she sat.
"Sarah!" The girl responded before the teacher could ask a question.
The teacher handed Sarah a stack of papers. "Could you make sure everyone gets their copy of the schedule?" She nodded again. Then the teacher turned to the rest of the class. "This is not a real school day, however you are required to visit every one of your classes and meet all your teachers so don't run off too quickly. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves if you like. Usually this would be a two period class. For today you can have the second period free. Now I have to go over a few things in the office so don't get too rowdy, alright?" He then left the class to it's own accord.
Sarah took the papers from her teacher as he left, than run across the room to where Kris sat while flipping through the papers, "Kris Carty..." She called out as she took out Kris's schedule. Why she didn't begin with the top paper confused Kris, but not as much as the smile Sarah gave her as she handed over the papers. As Sarah walked away Kris hit her head on the wall next to her desk. She had planned not to stand out, just concentrate on her school work so she could can finish and get out of here as quickly as possible, but she felt that somehow that wasn't going to be that easy and to prove her point one of the boys approached her.
"So you are the infamous Carty." He put a hand on Kris's desk and leaned in closer to get a better look at the small girl. Kris didn't move and pretended that the boy wasn't there as she stared at her schedule. He leaned closer and whispered something in her ear. "I know where you have been, Psycho Dyke."
Kris felt herself calmly turn to look the boy in the eyes. She could feel her breathing becoming heavier. The boy's eyes were dark and she could feel an amount of hatred in them. She couldn't, for the life of her, figure out what it was that she did to offend this boy. She had just met him that moment so how could she possibly have insulted him.
Sarah finished handing out the papers and returned to Kris's desk. "Jason, will you stop bothering her." Kris looked up at the girl in shock. No one had ever stood up for her. Not since Jennifer, that is.
Jason stood to his full height and looked Sarah in the eye. "Why should I? She is just a psycho and you know it. We've all heard the stories."
Sarah stepped forward "They're just stories. I can't believe you think she actually killed anyone." Sarah suddenly stopped herself, but it was already too late. The entire class was silently waiting to see what would happen next. Kris just sat perfectly still. How could this be happening? Who told everyone?' She thought to herself. All she wanted was to start over. Why couldn't they just leave her alone? She never killed anyone.
A grin broke across Jason's face as he watched Kris start to clench her fist and shake. "See? She doesn't deny it." He got close to her again "Admit it. You did do it, didn't you? Didn't yo-" Jason didn't get to finish his sentence. Kris abruptly stood up, turned and gazed angrily at the boy. Her eyes were no longer their soft blue, more of a blood red. She suddenly struck out with both hands and shoved the boy over the desk behind him and into the next row. Everyone watched in complete shock how such a little girl could throw a boy, who was a foot taller than her, over a set of desks. He came crashing to the ground in the next aisle.
Kris started to sway, she grabbed her head with one hand and reached out for her desk with the other, but missed. Sarah reached out and caught the girl before she fell to the ground. Kris blinked several times. Nothing was clear and she couldn't even remember how come she was standing, never mind why this girl was holding her arm. She looked around to see Jason start to get to his feet. He was rubbing the back of his head which hit one of the desks. He glanced at Kris and then to Sarah before moving to the far end of the class. All the other kids were staring at Kris. She looked from face to face and knew she had done something horrible, but couldn't remember what it was. All she knew was they were looking at her with accusing eyes. Kris looked from her classmates to Sarah and back again. Not being able to stand the stares any longer she grabbed her things, pushed past Sarah and out of the classroom. She ran down the hall and around a corner into one of the stairwells where her legs started to give out on her again. She gave up and leaned against the wall and slid into a corner, curled up there and began to whisper to herself.
"Jenn, I'm sorry... I'm really sorry." She mumbled not being able to hold back the tears anymore not really caring. They already thought she was a killer. What difference would it make if they knew that she was an emotional nut case as well? She wasn't a murderer and she knew it. She couldn't remember what happened, but she didn't kill anyone. She only wanted them to stay away from her. If they just left her alone none of this would have happened. As long as Kris was with Jennifer she didn't have problems with her anger. All Jennifer would have to do was touch Kris's hand and all the hatred would melt away, now she has nothing to help her control that anger, nevertheless she promised that she would not hit another soul. That she would be a good girl like everyone wanted, all the same it was too late now and already she was in trouble again. 'Why doesn't anything ever work out? Why?' Kris continued this thinking while curled up in the stairwell. She did not hear the footsteps approaching or maybe she just couldn't care less.
A hand gently touched Kris's shoulder "Hey, You alright?" Kris heard a soft voice ask. There was actually concern in the voice. Kris wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand and looked at who was kneeling next to her. She was surprised to see Sarah's face looking at her. There was worry in the girl's eyes, "Listen, ignore Jason. He's just an idiot and doesn't know anything. I wish he had gone to some other school."
Kris straightened up a little and leaned against the wall, "Did I hurt him?" She asked softly.
Sarah let out a small laugh "His ego maybe. I was amazed to see anyone knock him off his feet. He deserved that." She settled onto the floor next to Kris.
Kris whispered, "I.. I don't like hurting people. I shouldn't have done that but..." She looked down at her open palms and clenched her hands then opened them again.
Sarah stopped Kris's left hand from closing and traced a finger along the white scar. "That looks like it must have hurt." She wondered, gently touching the scar.
Kris stared at her hand, "Not really. It tingled a little, but after that there wasn't any pain."
"What happened?" Sarah inquired looking up at Kris with curious eyes.
Kris was about to speak when she stopped herself. She quickly pulled her hand away and stared at the girl, "Why do you care? You'd probably think I'm even more insane if you knew." Kris could feel anger welling up again. 'Why was this girl being so friendly?' No one really cares about how she felt, so why would this girl be any different?
Sarah looked at her shoes, "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry. I'm always sticking my nose where it doesn't belong. Sorry." She noticed Kris's class schedule laying at her feet and picked it up. "Hey, what classes did you pick? I'm only so-so at arts, but I was told that I have potential." She let out a nervous laugh, "There are so many other classes I'd love to take, but I don't really know anyone here. Aside from Jason that is, we used to go to the same school if you'd believe that."
Kris looked that at the paper "All I'm really good at is art. Although I'm supposed to be a good writer and I took a few classes of acting while in junior high, but nothing special. I also used to sing, but don't anymore."
Sarah's eyes began to sparkle "You can sing? Really? Can I hear?" She begged.
Kris looked at the other girl in disbelief. This was one strange girl. She almost reminded her of... she shook the thought from her mind. Kris was frozen by the girl's stare. Finally she found the will to look away and stood up to look around and see if there was anybody else around. The hall was empty and everyone was still in class. She turned back to see Sarah was quietly waiting to hear Kris's voice. If she had continued to simply beg, then Kris would have found it easier to refuse, however those eyes wouldn't leave her alone, 'What to sing?' Kris thought, 'Something soft so it won't echo and at the same time...' A small smile came across her face and she looked down at Sarah, then took a short breath. Her newly healed ribs didn't allow much room for air to enter her lungs. The doctors told her she would have to be careful and not breath too hard. She closed her eyes and thought about the perfect song. Sort of her little test to see how the girl would react to her.
She closed her eyes, searching her mind for a song that was soft and slow, but at the same time would harmonize with the pain she was feeling in her heart. The lyrics to "Somebody" by Depeche Mode started to develop in her mind. This was one of the songs she used to sing to Jennifer all the time and it had been a long time since she last sung it. She took yet another deep breath and began to softly sing. Just saying the words was painful and she had to force herself not to choke on the tears that threatened her with every passing line. After a bit she completely forgot her surroundings and became lost in the lyrics themselves. Kris listened to her voice as it softly echoed throughout the stairwell, not really realizing. Somehow, Kris could feel Jennifer standing behind her, encouraging her to finish the song, no matter how much her ribs hurt.
She got to the last note of the song and let it drift up the stairs and down the hall. She didn't open her eyes once during the song afraid that she would see horror on Sarah's face. She waited to hear some sign of how awful she truly was, however what she heard shocked her. Someone began to slowly clap. Kris opened her eyes to see Sarah was still sitting in front of her with an odd, awe struck, look on her face. The clapping increased to her left and for the first time she noticed that the door to one of the classes was open and now a bunch of kids were crowding into the hall. The teacher was the first to clap followed by a few of the students and more. Kris blushed in embarrassment not sure what to say. It turned out that the stairwell Kris chose carried every note though the halls. Three classes could hear her singing including her own home room class which had now all the students standing in the hall. She saw Jason standing in the door. He snarled then stomped back into the classroom.
Sarah jumped to her feet and ran over to Kris, "That was beautiful! I love that song." She exclaimed excitedly.
Kris's blush deepened and she found it hard to speak, "Th... thank you..."
A couple more girls gathered around her talking about how much they loved Depeche Mode and they all tried to convince Kris that she should join the music class. Kris was overwhelmed by the sudden show of attention that she couldn't get out more than a mere "yes" or "no" every now and then. Many thought that maybe Kris would make a good actor and started talking about her playing a prince role in a play, which Kris quickly backed out of. Mr. Henderson came down the stairs in time to save Kris from another wave of questions.
"I'm glad to see you are getting along." He said smiling at Kris, "I forgot to assign your lockers. You can pick any from 70 - 97 range." He said nodding in the direction of a row of lockers.
The group of girls started off to find their lockers before the teacher told everyone else.
Sarah laughed as she followed Kris down the hall, "Not used to this much attention?"
Kris gave the girl a small glare. "Who is the one who started this?" She stopped at the first top locker in the line and opening it, stated, "I wanted to just go to school and not have to deal with anything, you know what I mean?" She fished in her bag for her lock.
Sarah put up her hand defensively, "I didn't force you to sing, that was all your doing."
Kris gave the girl a long disbelieving stare. She suddenly realized that she was going to have to watch out for this one. Either she was very good at using her cuteness as a weapon or... Kris didn't want to think about it.
"Do you mind if I take the locker next to yours?" Sarah asked, looking in the locker to see if it was clean.
"Do what you like." Kris tossed a couple of books and her gym clothes from her bag in the locker and decided that she would have to bring in some pictures to decorate it later. Just then the bell rang.
"I have to get going." Sarah looked disappointed. "I have to talk to the councillor about my schedule." She forced a smiled, "What lunch do you have?" She asked while tossing her bag in the locker and locking it.
Kris looked down at the schedule she was about to magnet to the door of the locker, "Fourth period." She said looking further down the list.
"I have the same." Sarah said with a smile, "Maybe we can eat together." She chewed on her lip and looked at the ground. A second bell rang at that moment, "I have to get going. I'll talk to you later alright?"
Kris was still confused as to what was happening, "Oh.. ahh... alright." She stammered and watched as Sarah ran down the hall. Kris shook her head. This was turning to be quite a beginning to the year. She turned around and started up the stairs, then towards the auditorium, where she remembered seeing a line of benches between its closed doors. She found herself a seat on one of the benches and stretched out across it with her back to a small wall. She grabbed a book from her bag and was about to read when she was interrupted.
"Hey, Handsome!" Tanya called out. Kris looked up to see her friend walking towards her. She sat down next to Kris, "Listen I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier. I know you have been through a lot and you need to cope in any way you can. Right?" She asked with half a smile.
Kris gave a weak smile, "No, you are right... I should have been more careful." She said curling her legs up against her chest, avoiding Tanya's eyes.
"What did you do?" Tanya inquired leaning back on the bench with her arms crossed.
Kris rolled her head back on the wall and stared up at the ceiling, "Oh, nothing much. Just
serenaded half the bloody school." She let out a half a laugh, half a sigh.
Tanya looked at the girl in shock "You sang?!? You've never sung around me." She stressed out, disappointedly
Kris rolled her head away from her friend and looked at the line of awards that filled the far wall, "Well you probably will never hear me sing. I don't know why I even bothered to do it today. My ribs still hurt." She rubbed her lower chest.
"Soooo..." Tanya poked Kris in the arm, " What song did you sing? Something new?"
Kris let out another sigh and put her feet up closer to herself, when she spoke it was but a whisper, "Somebody"
Tanya leaped up, "YOU ARE KIDDING ME!! Somebody?!? As in the Depeche Mode song you used to sing all the time to Jennifer?" Her voice echoed in the halls
"Hush would you?" Kris breathed, grabbing the girl's sleeve and pulling her back into the bench.
Tanya slowly sat back down and recovered from the shock,"So, that is why you looked so miserable when I saw you here, huh?" She watched Kris out of the corner of her eye while whispering, "So, who is the girl?" She smiled.
"She is no one. Just some girl I met yesterday. It is nothing really." Kris said nonchalantly.
Tanya leaned closer to Kris, "You're going to be alright?" She asked in concern. It had been a long time since the two of them were friends, but she knew the girl rather well and she didn't want to loss her so soon after finding her again.
Kris return her friends gaze. She set her head on her knees, "I'll live, I always do." She said as she buried her face in her knees.
Tanya patted the girl on the head, "I wish I could help you. I really do." She stood up, "Listen, I'm only on an errand for my teacher. When is your lunch?" She asked.
"Fourth period." Kris mumbled.
"Good, we have the same lunch." Tanya said as she stood, "I'll see you later then." She didn't want to leave her friend, but didn't know what she could say to ease the girl's pain.
"Later." Kris said, not lifting her head. Tanya began to leave, then stopped to look at Kris one last time, before walking around the corner. Leaving Kris to her thoughts.
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To be Continued....
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Authors Notes: This story is based on a true story. All names and places were changed to conceal their identities. This was written in an attempt to help me cope with my own insanity. If you find any errors, typos and the like feel free to contact me on my tumblr or DA pages: http://the-yuri-canon.deviantart.com/ or http://theyuricanon.tumblr.com/
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