Well, I finally remembered about this. So, this is chapter 4.
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Yasmin laid in the hospital bed. She slowly opened her eyes, and a bright light came over her. She tried to move her arms, but they were too heavy. She tried moving her legs... But they were too heavy. She could only move her eyes. She looked to the side of her. And a familiar red-headed girl was sat next to her, head bowed, eyes closed.
"Lana?" Lana looked up.
"Yasmin! I'm so sorry, Yasmin. I didn't hit you. I swear I didn't. I stopped. But you ran. You ran out of the school... Into the road... You got hit. We all thought you were dead. You've been in a coma for 5 months." Yasmin looked at Lana.
"Lana... Why are you here? You hate me! You hate me because of that picture I drew."
"I was scared, Yasmin. Scared of the truth. But now I know... Oh, my God I know the truth now... I... Well, I..."
"Excuse me, miss. Can you please leave now? This girl needs rest." The nurse came into the room and started rushing Lana out. Lana glances miserably behind her and they locked eyes. Yasmin grinned weakly, then collapsed unconscious again.
~Hey guys, sorry to keep you in suspense over this story. So... Yeh... I'll let you know when it's back on again.~
Lana went into her classroom and sat down at her desk, she took out the piece of paper and smoothed it out. She glanced at it again, her ice blue eyes piercing the page, missing nothing. She smiled meekly to herself and put it back in her blouse pocket.
Meanwhile...
The blonde girl ran into her art class, and opened the door. She was 10 minutes late and the whole class stared at her as she apologised to the teacher. She sat down at her seat and got her work out of her backpack. She was particularly proud of it, she loved how she'd got her different colours to blend together without any tell-tale signs she'd used her fingers to smudge them together. Halfway through, her teacher called her up to the desk.
"What's the matter? Eh? You've been really subdued for the past few days, is everything alright at home?" The girl nodded. "How about at school? Nothing's bothering you here, is it?" The girl shook her head. "I don't know what to do with you, then. It just seems like you're in your own little world. Is there anyway I can drag you out?" The girl again shook her head. Her teacher sighed and sent her back to her seat. The girl sat next to her leant over and looked at the blonde girl's work.
"Wow. That's amazing. Did you draw that yourself?" The blonde girl nodded. "Is that an original, like something you've pictured?" Again, the girl nodded. The girl sat next to her gave a low whistle then carried on with her own work.
The blonde girl carried on drawing, and ignored everyone's whispers and chatter. As the lesson ended, she packed up her drawing and left the classroom quickly and quietly. She went into the girls' lavatory on the 3rd floor, like she always did at break: she had no friends to share a snack with, or share gossip with.
Unfortunately, someone else was there, too. Someone else with red hair and bright blue eyes. Someone else carrying a white piece of paper folded. Someone else that had a grin on her face and an evil glint in her eyes.
Lana Smith drew herself up to full height and stood in front of the timid shy girl, who was, weirdly enough, turning a shade of beetroot unseen before on a person.
"What is this drawing?" It came out as barely a whisper, but it hissed into the blonde girl's ear like a snake ready to attack. The blonde girl muttered something along the lines of "Messing about. Drew it for my brother."
"I'm not buying it!" Lana's blue eyes blazed fire. "What the hell is this picture?"
She flashed it in the blonde girls face. Two girls were embraced in a passionate kiss. One had red hair and the other had blonde hair. They both had their eyes closed and hands linked.
The blonde girl looked over her own drawing and managed to draw some strength from somewhere.
"I just drew it for a competition. I draw on a website and I put my pictures in as entries. This weeks entry was for a picture on Shoujo Ai ok?"
"Show-ju WHAT?"
"SHOUJO AI! It's female love. It's like Yaoi, just with girls."
"Ok, you've lost me. But you're gonna get it, bitch! For stalking me. For drawing ME KISSING YOU! You are an ugly little toad, and one which I intend to stamp on NOW!" And she advanced towards the blonde girl, who was retreating. Unfortunately, she was going backwards into a cubicle. Lana kept on coming, her fist drew back.
And the girl called Yasmin Davidson sobbed silent tears as Lana kept on coming...
The blonde girl turned to face Lana and giggled, only to quickly turn away again, red in the face, as Lana glared at her. The blonde girl, once again, carried on to scribble in her notebook, the teacher oblivious to her lack of attention. Lana whispered something to the boy next to her, who laughed and nodded. After the register finished, Lana stood up and picked up her shoulder bag, she carried it until she reached the desk of the blonde girl, when she swung it round onto her shoulder, at the same time, hitting the blonde girl's side. The people who saw it laughed, and followed Lana out towards the next lesson. The girl with the blonde hair was left alone. She picked up her notebook and fought back tears as she held her head up high and walked out of the classroom. She felt everyone's gaze upon her as she walked down the corridor, and she felt her face heating up, she ran her hands through her hair and tried to ignore the mocking words that reached her ears:
"Who the hell does she think she is?"
"...keeps watching Lana Smith..."
"Lesbian." And once one person heard the word 'lesbian', he joined in, and it carried on down the corridor where the blonde girl walked, following her like a stalker keeping close to his victim.
She managed to keep her tears back until she got to the lavatory, where she sat in a cubicle and cried her eyes out. She took out her notepad and carried on scribbling in it, her tears splashing onto the page, smudging her doodle, but still she carried on relentless. After a while, she heard the door open, and heard heels clicking against the floor. She looked under the door to see Lana's bright red high heels and legs against the sink. She inhaled sharply, and instantly covered her own mouth up when she realised Lana might hear her.
"Is there anyone in here? Hello?! Anyone?" The blonde girl kept as quiet as she could, although she could feel her heart pounding so hard she was surprised it wasn't echoing around the lavatory. Lana turned back to the sink and muttered to herself: "I was sure I heard something. I'm imagining things."
Right at that moment, the blonde girl dropped a piece of paper from her notebook, it drifted out of the cubicle and landed right next to Lana's feet. She picked it up and looked at it. Then she grinned to herself. She folded up the piece of paper and tucked it into her blouse pocket. She walked out of the lavatory and went back to her classroom. The blonde girl quietly opened her cubicle door, for fear that someone outside might hear her. She left the lavatory and went to her own lesson. She'd not been seen by Lana, but she knew her life was now to become very difficult.
The red-headed beauty paced the corridor of St. Marks High School, the adoring stares of the boys going unnoticed as she made her way towards her classroom. She went to her seat in the back row, flaring out her skirt as she sat down. Looking around, she quitely passed a note to the boy next to her, who read it, laughed and flicked a piece of eraser at the blonde girl hunched over in her seat at the front. It hit her on her back and she turned around, only to see everyone talking away, telling their friends of the summer holidays just gone. The red-headed girl giggled and fanned her hair out as she turned to talk to the boy on her left. The blonde haired girl turned a pale shade of beetroot, and carried on scribbling in her notebook. The teacher walked in and started to take the register.
The red-haired girl was too busy talking to notice until her name was called out:
"Lana Smith?"
Putting her hands on her hips, she scowled at the teacher and remarked:
"What the hell have I done this time?"
NB: All names and characters in this story are changed, in order to keep anonimity (remain anonymous).
