Ficlets

“What?” So here I was sitting in homeroom, propped up by a rusted chair as we all sat staring out the window pretending to listen as the teacher droned on about something or another. I eyed my nails with bored disgust and turned to the girl who had spoken.

Mousy brown hair fell across her face in a random pattern that really annoyed me. I bit my tongue from chastising her terrible style. “What?” I repeated, the same mellow hatred in it.

“Did you hear that?” The angsty fear on her face freaked me out momentarily but I kept my face stern and unbothered by the fact that yes I did here something. Like rocks hitting the windows, really damn hard rocks.