Adam Kindley's Story

Leo walked shakily d own the halls, his eyes looking around quickly. His parens had won a free vacation, and it was only for 2 people. Of course they wouldn't come during his last day off for the month. They still hated him for causing a flooded house, a few fires, and quite a bit of broken furniture (not all in the same day, thankfully) from his previous flip-outs when he was 4. It wasn't his fault everyone seemed to HATE his guts! Closing his eyes, Leo took a long sip from his foam cup of coffee while walking.

Bad idea.

Of course, he walked into something. Or to be more precise, someone. His coffee spilled all over the person, and he started to yell, "Nooooo!"

But it was too late, as his foam cup broke on the floor. Leo looked up at the now coffee-stained face as things began to hit him. The blond boy really messed up this time…

Quickly, Leo flipped. So much pressure! Why did this always happen to him? "Ack! A-are you okay?! Oh crud, I'M SO SORRY! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" He shrieked. This was really bad. He fell to his knees and rolled up into a little ball on the floor, crying and twitching.
Glandur walked out to the courtyard with Rosaline on his back, the latter giggling with glee. The elf chuckled and the demon asked, “Can you put me down, big brother? I wanna show you something.” Rosaline was helped down by Glandur, and she reached in one of her pockets of her dress. The young demon pulled something out, and handed it to Glandur.

Was that... His old handkerchief, washed to a pristine white, like new? “You gave this to me, when I was crying from that mean girl. I kept on forgetting to give it back, so here you go! I also washed and ironed it.” She smiled happily as she held it towards him and Glandur looked surprised, then smiled.

“Really, for me?” Glandur asked, and looked amazed.

“Please, take it!” She smiled and Glandur nodded. Rosaline put it in his hand, and Glandur put it in his pocket.

Rosaline requested to sit with him on the bench, and they sat, Rosaline looking up at the blue sky with puffy, cotton clouds.
Getting up from under a tree in the courtyard, Nicholas walked to the cafeteria to visit his parents. They came a long way to see him, and he was maintaining a high grade in school. Nicholas knew they would be proud to see that grade, and all would be well.

Remilla stared a little dreamily out of the window of her dorm. Break passes in a flash. Not that she had anyone to visit her. She stretched her wings out behind her. Hell is definitely more exciting than this, but as long as she was in the human world, she never knew what she could find. Surprises seemed to be waiting at every corner in here, and as far as she was concerned, much more fascinating than the demon world. It was one of the reasons she had wanted to stay, anyway, despite being stuck in her eight-year-old body. She looked down at the people down below. There was a boy with golden hair. Leo? She thought, trying to place his face in her memory. She had almost read every student record she could find in the general office out of her boredom, and devoted it all to memory. Underneath the tree, there was another smaller girl and an older man. Rosaline and… Glandur. Yep, that should be about right, she decided. Not many people watching then, it was perfect for flight. She had hardly gotten a chance to stretch her wings after some parents saw her. It had been a mess to clean up. She opened the windows as wide as she could on tip-toe, before backing away to the back of the room. “And… go!” with a swish she was out of the window and into the sky, laughing with delight as she swooped over the campus. Feeling the wind under her wings was the best feeling in the world.

Coffee. That was all Modesty could smell. She has never tasted coffee before, but the smell was quite familiar. Lots of teachers and students depended on it at this school. She has yet to understand why that is. She does just fine without it. As she debated whether or not she should try some to see what all the hype was about the smell of coffee became overpowering. Modesty looked up just in time to see a small jittery boy bump right into her. His own coffee cup falling to the floor but not before spilling its contents all over Modesty.

Hot is all she thought. The coffee was hot on her face and body. Not burning hot but still hot. She clenched her fists to help take the pain away but it didn't help. The boy in front of her started to freak out. He dropped onto the floor, crying.

"Ack! A-are you okay?! Oh crud, I'M SO SORRY! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!"

Modesty's golden eyes grew big. She was definitely not a mean person. Quite the opposite actually. She would never hurt anyone or anything. And even if she was mean all he did was accidently spilled his coffee all over her. Modesty knew all she had to do was take a shower and change clothes. Not like he chopped off her arm, right?

"I'm okay." Modesty said," It's okay. But are you okay?" She couldn't help but giggle because of how many times she said okay. With one hand she covered her giggling mouth and the other, she outstretched her hand to offer the boy help to get up.
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"What a waste." Khalida said aloud to herself. She had just witnessed two people collide into each other and spill some coffee. Khalida was a fan of coffee herself, well black coffee that is. She had a cup every morning. Her arms crossed over. If coffee hadn't been spilled she might've laughed at the two. It was pretty funny.

"What's a waste?" Adam asked. The two siblings did not hang out together often, especially not at school. The rare occurrence only happened when they were forced to be with each other. Which they had just been. Their mother had just dropped by for their last day of break to wish them luck and what not. Even though Khalida didn't show it she was still happy from seeing her mother. Adam on the other hand was kind of bored.

"Nothing." Khalida said looking away from the spilled coffee.

"I'm okay... It's okay. But are you okay?" The feminine voice said.

Leo sniffled a little. So she wasn't going to hit him, like most people did? He slowly sat up, saw the hand and took it to help himself up "I'm o-okay, I guess..." His brown eyes were still a little red from crying. "Sure you aren't gonna hit me for that?" He was used to being kicked, punched, or slapped, so it was odd that this person wasn't about to.

The 10 year old remembered the cup on the ground and reached to pick up the pieces. "Ah... Such a waste..." He muttered to himself.