Somber

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Amara isn't much of a social person, she's an oddball who would much rather be sitting on the side while people talk, and she'd just shove her earbuds in and listen to her favourite music. Don't get her wrong, she isn't the spaced out kid who never listens in class, but rather the one who only speaks when spoken to. It necessarily isn't a bad thing, as her mom would usually give her the nickname wall flower while her dad joked about being alone at lunches.

They didn't mean anything by it, at least not anything mean. Her dad just wants a smile to crack onto her face and her mom wants her to be comfortable no matter what she does, it's pretty good parenting, at least according to her. They take care of her, love her, nourish her, encourage her to do her best, she loves them and she's grateful to have them.

Yet, they've never prepared her for something like this to ever come across her way. Her day was average, she spoke to no one except for a couple of people who asked which classes were next, or the teacher asking her to answer a question, the normal things she doesn't quite care about. Although, in Gym class, Amara's teacher pulled her aside asking how she was doing.

This was what Amara liked about the gym teacher, even though she knows pretty much only Amara's name, she still worried and cared for Amara as if they were friends, and Amara appreciated that all the same. By the time lunch rolled around, Amara was already seating herself down promptly in the spot she always sits, there's a little hallway in the school that leads to outside, but if you stay in the hallway just before you see the door to exit the building, the walls are pretty much all glass where you could sit and watch through, which is exactly what Amara did.

One of her classmates said that it was a little creepy she would just stare out the window at everything happening outside while she ate, but that's why Amara liked it. Not because it was creepy, heavens no, but the fact that she could see everything going on outside while she was safe and tucked away inside. It brought a smile to her face, a sense of serenity.

For lunch Amara brought a ham sandwich and a green apple, she chose a green apple because all the other apples are inferior to the green, and they don't taste good either. The green apple is the only apple she will ever have, mom told her it would be nice if she had an open mind on apples and other foods, but she simply shook her head and declared that"No apples will ever be as superior nor as perfect as this green apple, or any green apples I will come across."

Her mom dropped the subject of apples ever since, but Amara's mom still holds back a laugh everytime she sees Amara aweing over a green apple as she puts it in her lunchbag. She especially hated yellow apples, Amara absolutely despised them. Wishing them the most cruel demise in hopes that their demise will eventually come true, nobody really knows why Amara hates yellow apples or dislikes other apples except for green, not even herself, but she always says this whenever someone asks."I may not know what it tastes like, but the colour is ugly and the smell is wretched, if you want a yellow apple, by all means eat one, but do not expect me to talk to you after such a betrayal."

Eventually though, lunch finished, and Amara was no longer able to think about the memories of apples, or the ones she liked, she went through all of them in her head, which was literally only one apple, and then started deciding why she didn't like the others. Her thoughts were interrupted though, when the bell rang and Amara had to go to the last period of the day.

Amara is a grade ten student, she's been in Eleanore high for four years, which is how many years she's supposed to be in, Dad says that Amara is in Secondary four because she is from Canada, but the American way and probably other regions too is much more simpler than suddenly calling it secondary instead of grades. Dad, as mom did with the apples, dropped the subject, but sometimes when Amara kept calling it grade ten instead of secondary four you could see him cringing internally as he struggled to keep a straight face.

Amara found it pretty funny.

Her last period subject was math, not like that was important information to yell at the top of her lungs, she felt that math was just another excuse to prolong the hours of school to show people that their kids were learning things, it was merely things that would never be useful to them ever when they go out to look for future jobs. Sure, some is useful, at least to people who want to go into things with mathematics, but the topics that are important the teachers skim over and go to the topics nobody needs ever in their entire life. Amara finds this stupid, but nobody except her parents ever listen to her when she tries to discuss it, she believes it is because everyone doesn't care, but she can't be too sure. 'Cause she hasn't really spoken to anyone else about this except for her parents.

The teacher handed out a paper, and Amara quickly filled the page up with ease, a couple students sent her some looks wondering how she was finished so quickly, but Amara found math quite easy. She just didn't like it all that much, not that it mattered really but, she ended up looking around the classroom bored. Her eyes scanned every single inch of the room as it had a million times already, they weren't too far into the school year, only a couple months in, but she knew this room by heart, as well as all her other classrooms.

The only one she hadn't memorised was gym, and that was because the gym was too large for her to inspect in such a small amount of time, and it's the one subject with the least amount of classes. Which, was perfectly fine by Amara, she did not like gym, she despised it in fact and nobody could persuade her that it wasn't as bad as she led it on to be.

This would not matter though as the final bell rang and Amara made her way out of the building. She carried her backpack with her everywhere, so there was no point in going to her locker and wasting her time. She just slung one strap over her shoulder, propped the school bag onto her back, and began to walk out of the classroom.

Gliding down the stairs, she got her phone out and plugged in her ear buds, relieved that she would finally have some music and no more conversations. Pushing the door open with her left hand, she selected a playlist with her right and shoved her phone back into her pocket walking away from the school, thankful that it was a Friday.

The sun was out, but it hid behind the clouds and was kind of shy today. It would poke it's head out, but as soon as Amara would notice it would just hide behind the next cloud so Amara could no longer feel the comforting warmth on her arms and shoulders as she made her way home.

Turning right, Amara looked up at the clouds again to make sure the sun was just being shy and was feeling well rather than feeling sick, she eventually gave up and looked back down at the ground only to stop. She seemed at a loss for words as Amara looked down at the person on the ground.

She didn't know what to do, her earbuds still blasting music, she looked around to see if anyone else was around, let out a sigh, and paused her music to dial the police's number. The phone ringing a couple times, Amara cursed as she realised she accidentally pressed two for the second number instead of one, hanging up the phone, she redialed and looked at the body, a scowl on her face.

Like this day couldn't get any better