Lilacs For Lyla

Vishnal walked down the nearly empty halls, a written note from his teacher in hand. The cooking teacher’s computer hadn’t been working properly, and Vishnal’s teacher had asked him to send over an update to him on the staff meeting. He was more than happy to do it, not just because he wanted to help; he also wanted to  see the cooking class, as he wanted to take it next year.

Vishnal had entered the room, but couldn’t find anyone who struck him as being a teacher. He decided to leave a note on their desk, but as he was walking by, something else caught his attention. A girl was making some sort of pudding, a dish he had loved since he was little. She seemed so competent as she mixed the ingredients, and it smelled so good!

There weren't many ingredients to work with so she couldn't make cupcakes or cookies, instead she found just what she needed to make vanilla pudding. Vanilla pudding was better than no pudding at all! she made sure to pick up her pink hair in a neat bun and wash her hands with warm water and got to work.

Then it happen. She stepped on his foot.

It was such a beautiful morning, the birds were chripping, the sun was shining, and Lyla was the happiest when she was outside. She was elbow deep in soil, they had just gotten a fresh batch of daffodile seeds and she was so excited to get them planted so that they could bloom in time for the flower fesitival.

It was in that moment that she finished planting all the seeds when a stray puppy appeared and was ready to get his paws into her garden. “No wait!” she yelled as she quickly jumped up trying to protect her flowers, but the dog wasn’t going to listen. She quickly looked around in hopes to find someone that was good with animals.

When he heard a high-pitched voice calling his name, Neil looked over his shoulder, taking in the scene with quick, scarlet eyes. The pinkette seemed very distressed over a dog that was seemingly out to dig holes in the flower garden, so with a sigh, he plodded over, staring down at the female. “Lyla, it’s just a dog — he’s too excited to hurt you, anyway.” Digging in his bag, he produced a dog biscuit and approached the pup, crouching down before holding the treat out, watching it with careful eyes. “C’mere. I know you want a treat more than those flowers.” As if on cue, the dog ran toward him, and happily ate the biscuit before directing his licks toward Neil.

"I know it's just a dog but I just planted daffodils and I plucked so many weeds! I was worried for the garden more than myself" she admitted to him as she chewed down on her bottom and made her way towards him. She bent down to her knees when she was next to Neil and stared at the dog.

"Well I tried telling him but he kept digging" she said as she took a deep breath and reached over to pet the dog on his head. He was so fluffy and adorable that for a moment there he didn't look like he could cause any harm. "Well isn't he a sweet little fella, okay, I forgive you" she said cheerfully as she looked over at Neil.

Moving into a new dorm every year was a little scary for Lyla, just for the simple fact that she would be meeting a new face and the same questions would present themselves. ‘Would she like me?’ was one thought in her mind. ‘Would we get along?’ was another. ‘What kind of things would she be into?’ was the final one before she reached over to turn the knob in hopes of meeting her roommate but as faith would have it she wasn’t there yet. Taking a deep breath she figured this would be a good time to at least calm herself down and get herself settled in first.

Strangely enough, the moment she set inside there was a light floral fragrance. Her roommate, a girl with long pink hair and a kind smile, was already there and still seemed to be mostly unpacked. As long as she leaves me alone, I’ll be fine. Sara stood awkwardly in the doorway a moment, unsure of whether to formally acknowledge the other girl’s presence or go on and claim her side of the room since it didn’t seem like the other girl had made a choice yet. She ended up giving the girl a terse nod accompanied by a sort of low grunt before bringing her things to the bed on the left side, farthest from where she was.

"And then… supply… increases..?" Gina’s brows furrowed as she stared at the paper in front of her. It was no use. There were things she was good at, and things she couldn’t comprehend, and economics was not her forte. Perhaps she should have taken geometry or something… she knew what a square was. Still, as she sketched out the graph, she set herself on not giving up. She was here for an education, after all!

Twenty-five… An icicle factory orders five hundred gallons of water of which to create their— Gina fixed her glasses as she reread the sentence. Were the publishers really trying at this point? Frowning, she leaned back in her chair, fixing her skirt as she put off the question. A five minute break wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Except her papers, which, without the weight of her hand to hold them down, were currently fluttering away without a care. Oh no. She was not redoing all of those problems. Scrambling to close the books on the few papers that hadn’t been caught in the breeze, she broke into a sprint, glad for those physical education classes. Fingers reached as high as they could manage, and as they made contact with the thin piece of paper, she felt herself collide against a figure she wouldn’t have otherwise noticed.

Gina smiled gently, but it was obvious she was at least a bit troubled. She liked to keep things neat, any anything otherwise was a mental struggle. Still, she wasn’t about to deny Lyla her kind gesture, and she accepted the paper, still keeping that trying smile on her lips. “Thank you, Lyla.”

Watching as the teacher paired up all the other students with a partner, she nervously waited till it was her turn. Her partner was someone she never expected, he had amazing posture, hair that looked so silky and smooth, and eyes that were just piercing through her. Her nerves began to act up again as she stepped closer to him but smiled none the less as she politely bowed her head and did a curtsy as she reached for his hand.

"That’s the important part," he told her. Allen didn’t like it when people gave up easily. In his opinion, it showed a weak character. "Just follow my lead."

Then it happen. She stepped on his foot.

"And then… supply… increases..?" Gina’s brows furrowed as she stared at the paper in front of her. It was no use. There were things she was good at, and things she couldn’t comprehend, and economics was not her forte. Perhaps she should have taken geometry or something… she knew what a square was. Still, as she sketched out the graph, she set herself on not giving up. She was here for an education, after all!

Twenty-five… An icicle factory orders five hundred gallons of water of which to create their— Gina fixed her glasses as she reread the sentence. Were the publishers really trying at this point? Frowning, she leaned back in her chair, fixing her skirt as she put off the question. A five minute break wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Except her papers, which, without the weight of her hand to hold them down, were currently fluttering away without a care. Oh no. She was not redoing all of those problems. Scrambling to close the books on the few papers that hadn’t been caught in the breeze, she broke into a sprint, glad for those physical education classes. Fingers reached as high as they could manage, and as they made contact with the thin piece of paper, she felt herself collide against a figure she wouldn’t have otherwise noticed.

Dancing was dignified art form and, more importantly, a gentlemanly act. Allen had always been rough around the edges, especially towards people he didn’t know or like, but he strived to be a gentleman when he could be, especially towards ladies. It was just how his mother had raised him. His ego would often still get in the way though. Such as when he took this dance class and the teacher announced that they would be pairing up for dancing and he felt most of the eyes in the room drift towards him hopefully, fueling his confident smirk. For himself, there were a few girls he wouldn’t mind terribly if he was paired up with them. 

Ah, it was hard to be such a valued person in the eyes of everyone.

The teacher went around the room, grouping students together quickly, and in an instant Allen had a partner. 

She had long, curly pink hair, which he was pretty positive was dyed, and, he hated to admit it, very nice features. At least he wasn’t paired up with someone ugly.

Watching as the teacher paired up all the other students with a partner, she nervously waited till it was her turn. Her partner was someone she never expected, he had amazing posture, hair that looked so silky and smooth, and eyes that were just piercing through her. Her nerves began to act up again as she stepped closer to him but smiled none the less as she politely bowed her head and did a curtsy as she reached for his hand.