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The Thing With Patience

The Thing With Patience

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Cold, cunning, cruel.

These were words that people used to describe Amelia a lot. The red head had never had any friends, pushing almost everyone away after charming the with her angelic face. It was easier to be alone for people like her, though. People who didn't exactly fit society's mould; someone who thought like regular people didn't. Call it what you will, but Amelia was well aware of her violent intrusive thoughts that seemed to slowly get worse the older she got, and the longer she bottled it up.

It was ants, at first. Squashing ants with her fingers wasn't a crime, taking an interest in biology wants a crime, not even flinching when she had to dissect that frog in class was not a crime. So why did people treat her like a criminal?

Matilda changed everything. One could say she had a small crush on the senior, despite only being a sophomore. They both had biology, and Matilda might have been the only person to ever compliment her. It was then that the obsession over the woman started . .

But let's move on!

She dragged herself up the staircase and into the classroom that was filled with noise and chatter. People were revising, mumbling, and having conversations. It all stopped for a split moment as she walked in. The girl felt like an ice queen, able to freeze over the entire room with a single gaze. Heeled feet made their way to the back seat by the window. It was furthest away from the teachers desk but that's how she liked it. After all, Amelia was free to nap and doodle as much as she wanted.

Glancing up, she caught a glimpse of the brunette who sat in front of her walk in. Her heart pounded, feeling a scarlet hue flowering on her milk white cheeks. Yep, Amelia sure was smitten. Once Matilda sat, the red head took a deep breath, and gave her back a poke. "Morning, Millie."

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Why was she like this? She was a good person, wasn't she? Matilda stopped by the door and took a deep breath, tightening her grip on her school books as she tried to peek into the classroom. Amelia was already there. Matilda felt her shoulders sag a little as people passed her in the corridor. She shook her head and gathered herself and strode into the classroom, her eyes down as she made a beeline for her seat. She looked at no one and no one looked at her. No one save Amelia. Even if Matilda could turn invisible, she doubted that she would ever be invisible to Amelia.

With a heavy heart, Matilda took her seat in front of Amelia and arranged her books on her desk. She stiffened as she felt a prod in her back. Her blood ran cold as she painted a smile on her face.

"Morning Millie."

Matilda turned her head to look over her shoulder. "Hi," she said with a nod. She was saved from any further conversation by the teacher arriving.

"Good morning students."

"Good morning Mr Dansby," the class replied in their usual monotone voice. Double math first thing on a Monday was no one's idea of fun.

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"Good morning Mr Dansby." And so it began.

Her stare but have burned the back of the brunettes head. She counted strands of hair for the first five minutes, getting frustrated in not being able to keep count and having to restart. So, her eyes travelled to the board and she concentrated for a while. Notes were made on the subject but it was easy. This whole school was easy. Matilda? She wasn't so easy.

An annoyed huff was sounded, her fiery locks bouncing as her head turned, looking out the window. The weather was dreary and dull, fitting her mood and the monotone voice of their math teacher. Watching as the droplets of water hit the glass, she didn't realise just how hard she was dragging her acrylics across the smooth lonely table, causing it to cry out in pain. Stopping as her name was called out, she turned her head to see the teacher glaring at her from the front of the room.

"Miss Hemmings, I suggest you stop that noise or you will be removed."

"Yes, Mr Dansby."

Continuing her day dreams, the screeching became a soft tapping that was barely audible to anyone but her, and probable to person to her right and in front of her. She simply couldn't keep still with everything that bubbled up inside of her. Taking out a pen while tapping, she began to doodle away at her canvas of skin. Her hands were covered in various things, from flowers and happy faces to. . . slightly more cryptic things. Both the backs and the palms where stained with black ink by the time the lesson ended.

Yet she didn't move as the bell rang.

Those flood blue eyes focused on that girl once again. Watching her like a wolf watches a lamb, waiting for her to move and leave before doing the same.

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Matilda gripped her pen tighter as the screeching began behind her. Now she understood why so many people were assholes.

"Miss Hemmings, I suggest you stop that noise or you will be removed."

"Yes, Mr Dansby."

Matilda sighed in relief as her ears were spared the screeching. They still hurt, the echo lingering in them. Matilda rubbed her temples and tried to continue with her work. Try was the key word. Not a minute had passed before the tapping started behind her. She looked to the front of the classroom, silently praying for Mr Dansby to become aware of the noise. Alas, it seemed that there was no entities inclined to fulfil her prayers at that moment. Mr Dansby remained blissfully unaware of the soft noise behind her.

She needed to work, without distraction. Without Amelia trying to impose on her every second. She could feel the gaze boring into the back of her head. Her grades were slipping. Not enough for there to be any cause for concern, but Matilda knew that her percentages were sliding down towards eighty. They were still better than a lot of the kids in her class, but Matilda was a consummate perfectionist, and anything less than 85% was unacceptable for her own high standards. Never mind her parents.

By the end of the class, Matilda had managed to get half her work done. She packed away slowly, hoping that Amelia might leave before she was ready. But no one walked from behind her. Matilda closed her eyes and splayed her hands on the desk. She pushed herself to her feet and walked as fast as she could from the classroom without breaking into a run.

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She watched her leave. Amelia wrote her name on the work as always, taking it to the teacher directly. It was strange, but she always seemed to be concerned that someone would tamper with her work. Placing the sheet on the teachers desk, she moved into the busy hallways and simply took a breath in. The scent of the dampened hallways lingered. As she made her way through the halls, the people parted like the red sea. Maybe it was because of last week where she slammed one of the girls who said something about her into a locker, or maybe it way the dent in her locker where she'd punched it yesterday.

"Whatever..." She muttered to herself, tugging open her locker and glancing about for a moment. She shoved in her math book as took out the pumpkin scented hand sanitizer, pouring into onto her cold hands to smudge the black ink. Observing it as it smudged, her gaze moved over and caught a glance of Matilda. It seemed like she was avoiding her, and Amelia couldn't help but allow herself to glare for a moment.

Quickly whipping her head away with a light huff, she looked at her phone and through the few contacts on her phone. Her finger hovered over Millie's name, but she refrained for the time being. Stuffing the device into her pocket, she decided she'd skip her next class, making her way to the toilets for a smoke.

Right now, she needed it.

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Matilda was grateful for her timetable now. It was one of the few classes she had that didn't have Amelia in it. A more paranoid person might say that Amelia was stalking her. Matilda just figured she was lonely. Although it was uncomfortable just how many classes they had together. How had they both managed to end up on the first block for timetables? She wasn't sure if she believed in coincidence or serendipity or fate, or whatever the hell she was supposed to believe in, but there was definitely something odd about Amelia. There was nothing concrete she could put her finger on, but Amelia definitely unsettled her. It was just a feeling though, nothing she could prove. She couldn't well go up to the reception and say 'Hey, I need a new timetable. There's a weird girl in my class and I don't like her'. Matilda could already picture the receptionist's face and the following remark that would be a thinly veiled recommendation to grow up. Matilda slammed her locker door closed and shrugged her bag onto her shoulder. A precious Amelia-free hour was calling her, and she was delighted to heed the call.

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She sat in the empty bathroom, the cigarette in the middle of her chapped pink lips. The sound of soft breathing and clicking of a lighter ensued, smoke swirling out of the tab. Amelia held her phone awfully close to her face, wide eyed as she went through the social media tabs. Her own instagram was thriving, and she thanked her looks for that. After all, people who really knew her wouldn't exactly describe her as pretty or beautiful. Nor would they say they were jealous of her. Then onto Matilda's. She'd gone through every photo... every post... almost memorising the who thing by this point. A slender finger tapped the lit cigarette, watching the ash fall down onto the floor. It was so beautiful. Taking another drag, she took a deep breath in and puffed out the smoke.

"What a day. Boring lessons. And math was the only lesson I was close to her in."

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"Despair is a narcotic, it lulls the mind into indifference."

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We're all the in the gutters, just some of us are looking at the stars-Oscar Wilde

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"I know exactly what I want and who I want to be."

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I have nothing to declare but my genius

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"With the same damn desire to be loved, to be touched, to feel anything at all."

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Be yourself, everyone else is taken

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You're my wonderwall

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Sometimes I'm so clever, I don't understand a word of what I'm saying

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Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.

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I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.

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I am the one thing in life I can control

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